I can't help falling in love with you (again) | PeterMJ

One week. Peter wants a date in one week.

I hold my phone to my chest, smiling to myself. I felt happy and I was somewhat excited, the excitement was new and quite refreshing, though anything could go wrong. I could get stood up, I could spill my drink, the usual. But something about this felt like it was going to go really well.

A soft knock came from my bedroom door and I sit up. "Come in!" I shout.

Betty walks in. "Michelle Jones? A date? What!" She was staying the night for a study session.

"I don't know how it happened, he just asked me over text one day. I was thinking a picnic? Just something small and cute."

"What if you order a pizza and take that?"

"He does like pizza." I say as Betty sits down on the bed as we begin to brainstorm ideas. "I should bring some coffee and donuts from the coffee shop."

"I can't believe you have a date." Betty says. I didn't class it as a date at first, but texts we had back and forth been sending really suggested thst he wanted it it be a date.

"Same, I'm excited but I have this inkling something will go really wrong."

"If it does, it's not going to be universe breaking right? You're not going on a date with a superhuman."

"I doubt that even if I did, they wouldn't break the universe for me."

"I don't know MJ, some guys are just crazy like that." Betty says as my phone pings. "Is that him?"

"I don't know yet." I say, "I haven't checked." I pick up my phone, I guessed the wide smile gave away who text as Betty grabbed the phone from my hands. "Give it back!"

"'Hi MJ I'm excited for our date on Friday! Mind if I ask where our usual spot is?'" Betty tilted her head to the side. "What does that last bit mean?"

My face falls, he usually knows where the spot is - the school roof. "Betty. Pass the phone, please."

She willingly passes the phone but with a shrug, "I'm going to go see what's for dinner."

I just nod, not looking up from the phone, did Peter get amnesia when he was mugged the other week? How did he forget? Maybe he thinks the choices were between Central Park and the roof?

'Midtown school roof, unless you want to go for Pizza?' I had to take the opportunity, but I hoped there wasn't more weird texts. 'I don't want Mr Jamison interrupting us again.' I then follow Betty out to the kitchen.

We spent the first hour of our night just chatting and talking about stuff, even helping dad with dinner. Betty had told me Flash had managed to get to the dating stage with someone, which was why he hadn't sat with us since valentines, I guess one of those love letters were real. "Who's that?" Betty asks pointing to a photo of Flash that I had drawn which was apart of my open sketchbook on bedside table.

"Flash got a detention one time, he lost his shit with the teacher and nearly flipped a table, pencils went everywhere, I had to capture the moment. It looked cool." I chuckle. "I also did one of Ned, he dropped his death star again, I wasn't planning on drawing him, but he liked the drawing none the less." I begin to go through my art after that.

"You should become an artist." Betty says.

"I would, but it doesn't pay enough, I might do commissions though college if I have the time."

Betty's face lights up. "Do you have one of me?" She asks.

"You're so put together, I'm almost jealous. I mostly draw people in a crisis."