It All Started In A McDonald's...

About fucking time I finished wrapping up Homecoming.

Oi, there's time for A/Ns later, the readers want content.

Aye, on with the show!

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"OK, but Peter has to be Spider-Man," MJ insisted as we walked down the school corridor, eighty four hours after I'd leaped from a flying car, as though it were just another normal day.

"Not this again," I sighed, but I was still grinning from when she made a joke about how pissed Flash was looking when we passed him today. I knew I shouldn't have laughed quite as much as I should've done, and I knew I'd have to talk to him later and I wouldn't be laughing then, but it was too funny to think about still. When I finally got home at midnight on Monday (Tuesday at that point?), and started randomly laughing for no reason, I think Dad thought I was having hysterics. Maybe I was. But she managed to trigger me again by joking about it, dammit.

Thankfully she was changing the subject pretty sharpish. "Well, look, it's happened at least six times or so now, where he's disappeared, and Spider-Man's popped up elsewhere in the city." MJ noted my expression. "I know what you're gonna say, Peter's the clumsiest twat in the universe, how can he possibly be Spider-Man? And yeah, maybe it doesn't make sense, but who else can it be? All these coincidences..."

"How do you know I'm not Spider-Man?" I threw in there. "I disappear sometimes."

"Uh, because the first time we saw Spider-Man, he was saving us both from that psychotic taxi driver, and you were definitely next to me?" she said, and I sighed.

"MJ, I have a confession to make," I said, seriously. "I have an evil twin."

As soon as we made eye contact, we both burst out laughing, startling a bunch of freshmen we were walking past. That was when I realised these freshmen weren't going to be freshmen for much longer – next year they'd all be sophomores, like I was now. Weird. They still seemed like little kids to me. Some of them were still fourteen, so I guessed they technically were still little kids. Like Peter, he's still fifteen.

Ew. I was gonna be a junior in a few months. That meant, like, I might actually have to start taking responsibility for stuff, and like, focusing on studies more. Bleugh.

"Did I just witness a break-up?" MJ asked suddenly, snapping me out my existential crisis for a brief moment.

"What?" I asked, following her line of sight – the end of the corridor, where Liz was emotionally stalking away from Peter. "Oh. I see." I gave MJ a glance out the corner of my eye – haha, she wasn't hiding her smile. She looked too happy. Fatal mistake. "That's good for you."

If MJ were paler, I imagine she would've gone red faster than a set of traffic lights. "Shut up."

"No," I said. "Point for me. You obviously like him. Honestly, you act all high and mighty, above such trivialities as love and studying your socks off, never mind paying attention to the commoners like me and Peter, but on the inside-"

MJ whacked my arm; it didn't stop my smirk. "Shut up," she repeated.

A loud crackling filled the shitty school speakers, before everyone collectively hushed to listen to the announcement. "Hi, can the School Decathlon team please assemble in the library for a last-minute meeting? Thank you."

I raised an eyebrow. "Stealing you from me so soon? The audacity," I tutted.

"I know," MJ said, shaking her head. "Freedom at last." My turn to whack her arm.

See, it was the last day of the year. We didn't do shit on the last day – mostly cos no one could be assed – hence why we wandered the corridors. MJ was leaving early today to go on holiday – she was visiting family in Australia – and had the audacity to be leaving me for two fucking months.