you're a curiosity, Parker.
I heard a thump from Peter’s apartment below mine.
Our apartments are layed out exactly the same so my bedroom is above his. I reach for my phone and message him, asking if I can come down, as per usual. I hear fumbling down below and get a response “of course”. I lock my bedroom door and climb out of my window, down the fire escape, and into his window.
He is sitting on his bottom bunk, seeming out of breath. I look at him and laugh.
“How come you are always making noise down here and always out of breath?”, I say between giggles and him lightly punching my arm.
“Science geek hard at work. I was hiding my project and I don’t want you to see it.”
I take his arm and wrap my arms around it, hugging it, “Peter Parker, you never fail to make me curious.”
He takes me into a loving hug. His arms around me make me feel safe in a not so safe world. My uncle Isaiah died when I was 5ish, and I never knew my parents. My Aunt April and Peter’s Aunt May have been friends since as long as we both can remember, therefore we have been friends so as long as we both can remember. I laid down onto his bed and sighed.
“Spider-Man is a mystery I want to solve. Who is he? Why is he doing this? Is he even a he? Is he single?”, he scoffed at the last question. He laid down next to me and looked at my face, causing me to blush. I cover it.
“Peter, I know you think this obsession is childish and all for naught but I have a real feeling I can get something from this,” I sigh, sitting up.
He sits up next to me and puts his hand on my back sweetly.
“Elle, come on. You know I support you 110% in this ‘search for Spider-Man’. But, please don’t go searching for love in him. Who knows, you could find love in the place you’d least expect.” I laugh a sad laugh and look away.