Julia Stark has spent years at Midtown without crossing paths with significantly-less-cool Peter Parker. And she never would have, if he hadn't started "interning" with her father, in her house. Now he's everywhere, and so sweet, and absolutely off limits-which, of course, means Julia has decided to mastermind her way...
"where do we go from here? what are we?" "For once, I have no clue."
Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature...