How You Get The Girl ── Peter Parker [TASM] (On Hold)

𝟎𝟎𝟐 ⎯⎯ Break My Heart Again

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     "I'm so embarrassed right now," she said, rushing to close her door.  Now, Mary Anne wasn't only flustered, but a bit of anger was returning to her surfaces, making her blood boil at the slightest.  "Why are you even here, Peter?"

     "Uh, for the great spaghetti I know your dad is going to cook?"

     "Nice try," Mary Anne rolled her eyes.  "What's really going on?  Pete?"

     He looked straight into her eyes, making her more unnerved if that was possible.  "I, uh..."

     "Look, if you just came here to mess with my emotions again, then—"

     "I miss you."

     "What?"

     He stood still for a second, then nodded quickly.  "I miss you, Mary Anne."

     She blinked for a second before relaxing her figure, walking towards her vanity where her iPod was plugged into her iHome, and pressed the volume down.  Katy Perry would have to wait.  She sighed, and plopped down on the side of her neatly made bed, "you know, I kinda only go by Mary now."

     "Oh, okay."

     "Well... you wouldn't know that, because you've missed out on the last three years of my life!"

     "Woah, Mary An— I mean... Mary.  Look, I was just a kid, I was acting stupidly.  I've regretted it every single day since."

     "You said you were getting too old to play "dress up" with me, whatever that means!  You hurt my feelings, Parker.  I've thought about that every single day since."

     This is true.  Because in the things Mary missed about Peter, she also felt a great deal of sadness come with them.  Every time she stumbled across one of Peter's shirts in her closet, she reached out to touch it, but the soft cotton no longer brought her the comfort she once adored, it no longer shielded her from the world.  She only felt shame in return, scolding herself for treating them with such honour anyways.  Those shirts no longer smelled like him, her walks home were quiet, she watched movies on Friday night alone, and studying no longer consisted of papers sprawled out on the floor, sharing Twizzlers and cans of Dr Pepper when no one was looking.  The routine Mary Anne had for the majority of her life was now no more, and all she felt was shame for missing it.  Missing him.

     Peter nodded again, but he seemed to understand her better.  He sighed, taking a seat next to her on her bed.  He was instantly flooded with deja vu but didn't comment on it.  Instead, he conquered up the courage to say, "I'm sorry.  I thought about apologizing so many times.  It's just... your life looked a lot better without me in it."

     Mary Anne snapped her head towards him in disbelief.  "Better?  Without you?"

     Peter nodded, eyes trailed on his converse shoes anxiously tapping the floor.  "Yeah, I know it sounds so dumb, it's just you know, you didn't see what I saw.  You were finally making friends, you were finally hanging out with girls your age, and getting out there more.  I saw how happy you were the last homecoming with Nathan," he brought his eyes up to look at her, sincerity radiating from him with ease.  Mary Anne shivered.