Tight. That was how my chest felt. The water was murky and I could feel panic beginning to set in. All I had wanted was a fun day with Whitney and my uncle but Peter had been right. He had been right about everything. And I hadn't listened. The detached seat of the Astro Tower had flown too far for this to be an accident, and even as I struggled to free myself from the safety restraint I knew I was too far down to reach the surface in time. The only thing I could do was hope no one else died.
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Three Hours Earlier
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I ignored Peter's numerous protests as I tried to rebraid my hair like Harry had.
"Look I know you don't trust either of them, and I know my uncle coming along was last minute but please just give them a chance. Whitney was my best friend when I was a child! You might have seen her hanging out with me, she had short black hair, she kinda just looked the same as she does now...?" I glanced over my shoulder at Peter to see if he recognised my description and he gave a slight shake of his head.
"And my uncle... Peter, he's my uncle, you have to give him a chance..." I said, frowning at him pleadingly.
"Gwen, you have to listen to me!" Peter begged, and I turned, folding my arms. "What." I demanded.
Peter opened his mouth to say something, but Whitney opened the door and he clamped it shut.
"I'm gonna come with you to Coney Island." he said stubbornly, and I gave him a confused smile.
"Oh, that's great." something was lacking in Whitney's voice, but I couldn't place it, so I brushed it off, following her and Peter out of the room.
As we walked out of my apartment, locking it behind us, I couldn't help but wonder what Peter had been going to say.
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Eighteen Hours Earlier
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When school ended Gwen was the first one out the door, chatting with MJ about Thanksgiving. I hurried to catch up, hoping we could get some investigating done, but I was hampered by Ned pulling me aside with an 'urgent matter'.
"Dude, we've been best friends for years, so don't even try to lie about this." Ned started, and I frowned. "Do you like MJ?"
My face turned bright red and Ned's jaw dropped.
"Look- just! Just don't, don't tell her okay?" I said, lowering my voice and Ned nodded.
"You could ask her over for Thanksgiving." he suggested, and I shook my head, trying to calm my blush.
"No, that's ridiculous..." I muttered, and Ned laughed through his nose, shaking his head.
"Alright well, have a good weekend, and if you ever need me to, you know." Ned began. "Guy in the chair," he mouthed, and I chuckled.
I turned on my heel and hurried off, I needed to find Gwen. I had an idea of where to search next in our investigation but it required Gwen's help.
Rehearsing the plan in my head I hurried through the thinning crowd of people to find Gwen and I spotted her a few feet away, staring down at her phone, silvery hair hanging in a curtain to protect it from view.
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Unlucky
Fanfiction❝Death doesn't discriminate, between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes.❞ **** The two of them don't know it yet, but they have a lot in common, Gwen is a lot dorkier than she might let on, and Peter knows what it's like...
