Different.

''I'm the worst.''

It was the end of school and i hadnt seen Alice all day. She hadnt even texted me! Though Jackson wasnt here either so I guess they ditched. 
Me and peter had walked all the way to an abandoned garage that was a little far away. It wasnt a horror film type just more of an texas garage sort. There were also some scrap cars in the corner that were coated in rust. 
"So I managed to find this one...its uh, usable." Peter held out an old nearly broken skate board which looked ancient. 
"Its good, Its fine!" I smiled at him. He seemed less nervous but there was still a hint of it. Steadily, i placed my right foot onto the board only to slip forward. I waited for the great impact but there was none for when I opened my eyes, Peter had caught me. My hands were wrapped around his neck and his arms around my waist. I blinked a couple of times where as he gave out an awkward cough to try ease the...awkwardness. We instantly let go of each other unwillingly. 
"Uh, so...you kind of want to push off like this." He continued then proceeded to demonstrate it perfectly for me. I nodded and tried to copy his movements only to step off of it accidently. We stood and watched as the board wheeled straight into a wall, crashing into 3 different parts. 
"Im the worst." We both bursted out laughing. Only then did I notice the rain falling from the dark sky. The moon reflecting on the puddles. 
"We should get home!" Peter began packing everything into his backpack, as did I.

"So next time we practice on...everything." I laughed as we stood outside the hotel. "So this is where you live." Peter stated in awe. I still couldnt shake off his bruise. "How did you really get that bruise?" I asked curiously. He looked restraint at first.
"Flash and me got into a little fight. Its nothing." He mumbled. I nodded, flash must of been the guy from yesterday. 
"I gotta run." He kept looking at his phone then shoving it back into his pocket. After we said our goodbyes the front door to the hotel suddenly flew open and Stacey barged out.
"Where have you been?" She said in the motherly tone I hate so much.
I didnt answer her and instead pushed past, walking to my room. Most people would label me as a diva for things like that but they dont know stacey the way I do.
"Your dress is here." My dad stated as soon as I walked in. He didnt sound intrested at all. I simply nodded. "They decided that the show is on Friday." Thats when I looked up to see if he was serious but then again when isnt he? Stacey stood in the corner, clearly loving how shocked I was. I wanted to slap that smirk off so badly!
But there was only one thing running through my mind. 
Peter Parker.