𝘰𝘰𝘰. 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗲

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𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 5

[Peter walks into his house, dragging his skateboard along with him]

PETER: Hey!

MAY: Oh hey! I'm making spaghetti and meatballs tonight.

PETER: You're serious? Spaghetti and meatballs?

"You love spaghetti and meatballs!" May exclaimed.

MAY: Since when do you not like spaghetti and meatballs, huh? [she turns to put the food on the stove when she sees Peter's face.] Oh my god!

PETER: What? [he looks at her confusedly.]

MAY: What happened to your face? [she reaches up to touch the bruise.]

"Ooh, that looks bad," Daphne winced.

PETER: This? [he points to the bruise on his face.] This is nothing? I'm all right, I just- I fell off, skating. It's alright.

MAY: [May sighs and turns to continue cooking when her husband Ben walks in with a box of trophies.] Ben Parker, don't you even think about leaving that filthy box in my kitchen.

May smiled tearfully at the sight of her husband.

BEN: These are my bowling trophies.

MAY: [She feigns surprise] Oh well then, by all means, please leave that filthy box in my kitchen.

PETER: [Peter chuckles as he watches the people who have raised him bicker.]

BEN: What happened to you? [he looks over at Peter.]

MAY: He fell. Why you kids ride those things I'll never know. [Peter rolls his eyes at that.]

BEN: Because it's stupid and dangerous. Remember when we were stupid and dangerous?

MAY: No. [she gave him a look that promised pain if he kept on talking.]

BEN: Trust me we were. [he winks at Peter, ignoring May's insistence.]

PETER: All right. Good to know. Hey, where's the flood? [he points to Ben's soaked feet and trousers.]

BEN: Follow me, I'll show ya.

PETER: You serious?

BEN: Yeah.

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