Heather
Note: I love this song, it's so broken and sad that I thought I would write a story about it, this is from Wade's perspective, he loves Peter and yet Peter loves MJ, This talks about how he experiences this hurt. (Wade is de-aged, and he goes to Peter's school)
I still remember
Third of December
It was cold, the icy winds whipping across his face, he loved being with Peter, they had met the first day of 6th grade, life was so simple when he saw this boy, he loved Peter, Wade didn't know if Peter liked him back, it was hard being so close to him, not telling him how much he loved Peter, his Peter. The one with curly brown hair, warm brown eyes that made him feel warm, a cute smile, Wade felt happy when he saw Peter smiling, smiling because of him, smiling because Wade had said something funny.
Wade was walking home alone, as he always did after school, his thoughts constantly on the boy that caused him so much joy, the boy that he loved so much, yet he couldn't tell Peter, and even as he walked, his hood pulled close to his red face, hands tucked in his pockets, eyes down at the pavement, the snow crunching under his feet as he continued, he thought about Peter, thought about everything he did, and how he did it. He called up an image of Peter, a brief mental photo that faded with the snow, He was busy focusing on the sidewalk, eyeing the many cracks to notice the speeding van that came at him, speeding up, it's wheels slipping on the wet slush that clumped on the street.
Wade felt himself being picked up and jerked to the side, the figure though barely visible through the storm, red and blue, the warmth of his arms clutching around Wade's chest, and Wade could feel the warm heartbeat, pounding hard. He repositioned Wade in his clutch, setting the teen gently between the two buildings, his breath fogging the arm, the nose of his mask warm as he looked at Wade, this was Spiderman! Wade could barely focus from the numbness of his face to smile happily at the hero, his eyes wide, snow flying into his eyelashes as he watched the hero in silence, seeing him rub his hands together, before jumping to catch a strand of web, giving a small wave as he swung away.
Wade couldn't help but feel as if the figure was familiar.
Me in your sweater
You said it looked betterOn me, than it did you
Only if you knew
How much I liked you
Peter was sitting next to him, it was biology class, the room silent as they worked quickly on their papers, except for the slight noise of tapping pencils, it seemed to be annoying Peter as he sat, his head cushioned on his arms, eyes closed, breathing hard. Wade knew this to be one of Peter's migraines and he rubbed his friend's arms comfortingly, trying to get the poor kid to focus on something other than the blinding pain in his head.
The room was cold, very cold, Wade shivered, his spine running up and down with cold chills, and he tried not to let his teeth chatter, for Peter's sake, Wade looked over at his friends face, taking in the painful grimace, that found its way onto his mellow features, eyebrows scrunched, lips pursed. Wade glanced around, his mind going as he glanced at the few making noises, sending glares their way while he tried to comfort his friend.
Peter was wearing a thin sweater over one of his nerdy t-shirts, he looked too warm, and Wade pulled it gently off his arms, slipping the appendages through silently, removing the sweater gently, placing it by his head, happy he could be of some service.
Peter woke when the bell rang, eyeing the sweater next to his head, glancing at Wade who was cheerily doing both their pages, Peter met Wade's eyes and he softened, giving a truly thankful smile at his friend of 4 years, Wade grinned sheepishly sliding the paper over to Peter, who took it. He eyed the sweater and threw it at Wade, who caught it startled,
"It's your now," He mumbled, the humor clear in his voice, giving Wade a silly look before gathering his things, leaving the stunned Wade with his sweater, Wade radiating happy energy.
But I watch your eyes, as sheWalks by
What a sight for
Sore eyes
Brighter than a
Blue sky
She's got you
Mesmerized
While I die
MJ came the next week, She was pretty, though nothing that Wade was interested in, but Peter was, Wade, watched the want in his face as she sat to the front of them, nudging Wade excitedly when he noticed Wade was watching him, pointing up to the girl in front of them, her dark brown air sleek and curly in sunlight, her brown eyes focused on a small notebook she drew in, watching the students around them. Wade gave him an exaggerated thumbs-up before focusing on his paper, trying to keep the hurt from his features, the class began and Wade couldn't help but notice how Peter's eyes flicked to look at her before darting to stare at the board, a small smile on his lips every time he did.
MJ was smart, sort of dark, and serious, surely this couldn't be a girl that Peter liked, but Wade watched for a week as Peter tried to work up the courage to ask this girl out, every day he went to talk to her, trying to get her to notice him, Wade was disappointed at the sight of the two standing together by their lockers when school began and saying goodbye to each other when school ended, Peter eventually inviting her to sit with the two, his face lighting up when she agreed.
Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half, as pretty
Wade knew that he had burn scars, it was something he didn't try to hide before, it was his fault he had these scars, and he hated them now, they made him something he wasn't and he knew that Peter didn't care, but ever since MJ came he was looking at her, not him, but it wasn't like Peter ever looked at Wade the way Wade looked at Peter, MJ was nice sure, but Wade couldn't help but be jealous of her smooth skin, compared to the ones that Wade had.
You gave her your sweater
It's just polyester, but you like her better
Wish I were HeatherWatch as she stands with
Her holding your hand
Put your arm 'round her shoulder
Now I'm getting colderBut how could I hate her?
She's such an angel
But then again, kinda
Wish she were dead, as she
Wade watched the two grow closer, he watched the way they looked at each other, eyes filled with admiration, awe... They were almost perfect for each other. MJ was cool, Wade watched as he became second, he watched as his needs began to not matter to Peter, Wade was susceptible to bullying, and yet Peter seemed to only step in if he knew he could take it, Peter was slightly popular, not one of the bigs, but he knew everyone, and everyone loved him. Wade was way down lower than Peter, but Peter usually stepped up for Peter, Wade just wanted to take Peter and tell him how he felt, how he really felt about him, but Peter didn't seem to want to listen, his ears reserved for MJ.
Walks by
What a sight for
Sore eyes
Brighter than a
Blue sky
She's got you
Mesmerized
While I die
It was the 11th of March, when Wade walked into Peter's room, expecting to find his best friend, waiting for him, like he always did, Wade didn't expect to find MJ and Peter making out, deep into the sesh they didn't seem to notice him, and he swallowed weakly at the sight of the two, eyes deep with lust, and emotion as the continued, Wade stopped and ran out, ignoring the yelps at the slammed door, he didn't care, and yet Peter didn't seem to run out to get to him, Wade kept running, he ran out of the apartment building, eyes filling with tears as he tried not to focus on the image that was burned in his mind, He could feel eyes on him as he ran, wiping the tears from his eyes, he could feel a filthy wet sob running up his throat, and he pushed it down, ignoring the burn and the pressure in his throat he continued to run, eyes not focused.
He was distraught, Wade was distraught, his best friend, crush of three years kissing that girl, the girl that was so sweet he couldn't hate her, he was sad, of course he was and he choked out a breathy sob, his eyes streaming as he turned into an alley, collapsing on his knees he pulled at his hair, hands pressed to his face as he finally allowed himself to cry. He left the alley three hours later, eyes red and unfocused, hiccuping sobs as he walked, his head down, like the day that Spiderman saved him. Yet when the car came at him. There was no Spiderman to save him this time.
Peter being busy with his girlfriend, he didn't have enough time for his best friend.
Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half, as pretty
You gave her your sweater
It's just polyester, but you like her better
I wish I were HeatherWish I were Heather
Wish I were HeatherWhy would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half as pretty
You gave her your sweater
It's just polyester, but you like her better
Wish I were....