Snippets of a Spiders Non-Spidey Life

Textbooks are Expensive and I'm Running Out of Coffee (Part 3)

Fortunately for Michelle, Betty had been too caught up telling her about Ned to notice the new item of clothing she was sporting. In MJ's defence, the night-time's air's temperature had dramatically dropped once the sun had gone down, causing a light chill in everything it touched and the hoodie was fluffy and warming. It was logic really. In order to return Peter's hoodie, she needed to be alive; in order to be alive, she needed to not get ill; in order to not get ill, she needed to stay warm. It was all for Peter's sake really.

Once Betty had talked herself into a fatigued state and gone to bed to be ready to see Ned the next day, Michelle went into her room to sort out the notes she had made earlier in the day. Each set of notes had a place they belonged. One shelf of one of the bookcases in her room belonged to a set of colour coordinated ring binders, where the majority of her educational resources were stored.

The rest of the bookshelves were filled up with a variety of books, all read through thoroughly at least three times, some of her favourites had been read many, many times more. A few books lay in a pile on her bedside table, next to her reading lamp and phone charger. Her bed was neatly made, just like it always was. Her clothes hung neatly on their hangers in her tucked away wardrobe, while her few pairs of clean shoes were lined up against the wall near the door.

Her room was the only place in her and Betty's little shared apartment that was as organised as it was. Since living without her parents watching over her, not everything seemed in such need of its own place but her room was an area where she needed to be able to relax, so things had their places there.

As she sifted through her newly written notes, she categorised them into their own special groups. One of the bottom pieces of paper was mostly blank and seemed out of place, compared to all the other pieces of paper. Scanning the piece of paper her eyes saw a little note was written on it. Along with what seemed to be a phone number was a short handwritten message.

To make sure one of us has possession of that stupid textbook.

-Peter :)

She smiled at the note. It was such a Peter thing to do.

Entering the number into her phone along with his name, she carefully filed the piece of paper away into a different section of her room.

MJ: Good idea loser.

Peter: Hi MJ :)

MJ: This could just be a random person for all you know. They could have picked up a random piece of paper up off the street and decided to text the number on it.

Peter: 1. You're the only one who calls me loser. 2.You wouldn't lose any of your notes, you're organised.

MJ: You have no proof.

Peter: Guess I'll just have to stick to talking to a random stranger then.

MJ: Guess so.

The corners of MJ's mouth tilted upwards into a smile at their short exchange, before she cleared up all the notes on her floor and got ready for bed herself.

The bright moonlight shone through the thin curtains MJ had put up when she had first moved into the apartment. They really weren't the best but they were cheap and did a good enough job for her, which is all she could ask of something bought on a student budget. Michelle was curled up in her bed with her little bedside lamp pouring light onto the pages of the book in her grasp. One of her absolute favourite past times was reading in her bed as the evening drew on and slowly faded into dawn. There was just something calm about being awake in the darkness when everything seemed to slow down just a little bit.