I'm Always A Text Away -- Peter Parker Texting Story

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MICHELLE JONES OPENED THE DRAWERS of her dresser, her curly hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her keen eyes caught sight of a necklace, and she pulled it out. 

It was a black dahlia, but a couple of the leaves had broken. She wasn't sure how or why it was broken; but she knew that she preferred it like that anyway. (Honestly, she wasn't even sure where she'd gotten it from). 

She put it on, her fingers doing the clasp behind her neck. After she was sure that she'd put it on properly, she searched for the Midtown School of Science and Technology yearbooks, which she'd shoved into her dresser the moment she got them. 

But she needed them now. That boy in Delmar's—Peter Parker—had told her that he had once gone to Midtown. But the thing was, MJ had never seen him in the halls before, and she'd been at Midtown since day one. 

She was observant, and she had always been. So how come she'd never noticed Peter Parker? 

"Aha," she said triumphantly as she pulled out the yearbook. She closed her dresser and placed the yearbook on top, flipping through the pages, inspecting each picture. 

She passed the decathlon pictures, but she stared at them for the longest time. There she was, with Liz Allen, holding up a trophy. They'd won that year—actually, they'd won every year since tenth grade. In tenth grade, she'd played their winning card, allowing them to win the trophy...but why did she not remember winning that year? 

She peered at the picture closely, and noticed something behind the trophy. A flannel of some sort, and the yellow decathlon jacket. She frowned. 

The person's face was blocked by the trophy, but now that she noticed the flannel, she realized that there was a boy standing between Liz and her, holding up the trophy from the middle. Her mouth dropped open—how had she not noticed that before? Why had it taken her so long to realize that? 

She analyzed the mop of curly brown hair that was visible over the trophy. 

That's a lot like Parker's, she thought to herself. 

And then, 

Wait, Parker was in decathlon?? 

She did not remember Peter Parker being in decathlon, which was strange: because she knew everyone at decathlon, and she'd been in decathlon for years. 

And this also proved her last point, a point she made to the guy himself: if he was in decathlon, Midtown was definitely not challenging for him. 

So why did he leave? 

She pulled out her phone and pulled up a contact, typing out a message. 

MJ-is-Queen

ned, get over here asap

and bring your laptop, too  

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NED RANG HER DOORBELL TEN MINUTES later, laptop clutched in his arms. 

"Hey," he said. "Why'd you call me over? What's wrong?"

"I'll explain later. Come on," she said. She led him up the stairs and to her room, pointing at the open yearbook on her dresser. "You can hack into things, right? Find out things that aren't publicly known?" 

"Uh, yeah," Ned said hesitantly. 

"I want you to search up Peter Parker," she said. 

"That dude in Delmar's?" Ned frowned. "Why?" 

"I want to find out more about him." 

Ned raised an eyebrow. "So...like...you want to stalk him?" 

She let out a loud sigh. "No, Ned," she said. "He seems really different and there's something about him...I don't know what, but please, Ned." 

"But...it's wrong—" 

"I said please." 

She glared at him and Ned gulped, nodding. "Okay," he said quietly, sitting on her bed. He started his laptop and they waited until it was fully loaded. Ned pulled up a tab and with steady fingers, typed in the name Peter Parker. 

Nothing, except for some LinkedIn profiles. They looked through every profile, but they weren't the Peter Parker they were looking for.

"I can dig in deeper," said Ned. "Look for some social media profiles..." 

MJ pulled out her phone and went on Instagram (something she never used...why had she gotten it again?) and searched up the name Peter Parker. 

Nothing; well, except for some other guys named Peter Parker, but there wasn't any profile for the high school dropout teen. Not even a private account. 

They went on and on, going through Facebook, Snapchat, Twitter, and even went through Duolingo (don't ask, it was Ned's suggestion) but nothing. 

No Peter Parker. 

Ned wiggled his eyebrows. "This guy is off the internet," he said. 

"Can you do anything else?" 

"I can search for birth certificates, but that would take a lot of hacking and time," Ned said nervously. 

MJ nodded. "That's okay," she said. She turned away and stared at the picture in her yearbook, confusion meddling with her thoughts. 

Who the heck is Peter Parker? 

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Welll, Ned and MJ are trying to figure it out now. 

Hope you liked it! 

(Also, guys, the long break thing seems really likely now. My life right now is pretty busy and kinda tiring as well, so writing these chapters on top of school is going to be super hard, but I promise I'll try...I just finished writing this chapter and now I'm gonna work on my next one, sooo adios!) 

See you in the next chapter! 

Haidlyn <3