Peter Parker's P.O.V
It was the end of school when MJ and Ned came up to me. I smiled, relieved. They were my break from the responsibility that was my constant cage that I just couldn't get myself to leave.
The cage was supposed to be there.
MJ and Ned, however, looked apprehensive. Like they were silently arguing over who would tell me that they decided that I needed to go to a hospital for people with mental disorders.
"Hi, Ned, hi MJ." I greeted happily. They smiled a bit.
"Hi Peter." They greeted in return. That's how I knew they were planning something.
"What are you guys planning?" I asked, suspicious. MJ decided to be the brave one.
"Your more observant than people give you credit for, loser." She commented. Than she sighed. "We... decided to sign you up for therapy. The therapist will sign NDA's so they won't spill anything. Don't worry." She said. I honestly wasn't surprised.
"But I'm fine." I protested, but there was no heat in it. They looked at me with pain in their eyes.
"Dude, you rarely smile anymore. No real smiles, anyways. Not for awhile." Ned said. "It hurts to see you like this, man. It really, really hurts. So, please... just go to therapy?" He pleaded. I nodded with a sigh.
"Fine." I agreed. They signed, relieved.
"Thank goodness, Parker. I'll know if you don't." MJ said. "It starts Friday." She finished.
And with that, we set off to Ned's house to do homework.
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A/N And... it's off from the starting line! Hope you like this half of the prologue!
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