He sighed and rubbed his temple gently. Sometimes he hated having Wade around but there was no denying that he was his best friend. Peter just loved to hate him. “Do what you want Wade, just don’t.. don’t cling to me anymore. Sheesh.” he took his place by Ally. “So Ally, I got some new photos for us to sort through, I think some could work for the sports page and maybe some for the clubs. You know what we should do, have a page set up for the teachers so we can put like silly pictures of them in there…” his voice trailed off as he stared at Wade who he knew had this big goofy grin on his face under the mask.
Maybe it was dumb but Peter did like it when Wade smiled. Even though they fought a lot and he often reminded Wade that he “didn’t like him” Wade knew better. That was probably why Wade had grown to be someone peter actually enjoyed having him around even when he’d annoy him. His presence was enough to remind him that he wasn’t alone in everything, even this stupid superhero life that he had.
Peter pulled his gaze away and started walking through the gates of the school with Ally and Wade. When they got close to the front office he pulled away, grabbing Wade’s wrist. “I’ll be back, Ally, I have to help this doof sign up and get his classes.” There was more excitement in his voice than annoyance. At least he and Ally wouldn’t be completely alone all the time.
Ally focused her attention back on Peter and paid closed attention. Whenever the other male spoke, she gave him her full attention. Often ignoring others until he was done talking to her. She gave him a few nods now and then to let him know she was listening. She smiled, “That works. Let the students see that there’s more to the teachers than.. well just teaching.” Granted there were some teachers that just seemed like nothing else mattered to them or just seemed rude in general. “I like that. It’ll add something new to this year’s edition of the yearbook.”
Wade let out a soft chuckle. He followed after the duo, listening to them talk. He listened to Peter talk on and on about photography. He knew it was one of the boy’s many passions and boy was he damn good at what he did. His pictures were beyond outstanding. He could see why this girl had caught Peter’s eyes. She was intelligent as she was kind but she wasn’t human. At least, not fully. He could sense something different about her. The degenerate looked back and forth between the duo.
The girl nodded when he pulled away, “I’ll be right here.” She assured him, leaning back against the wall. Ally then did just that. Waited for the two. He blinked when Peter grabbed his hand to lead him forward. He wasn’t exactly planning on joining in school but he guessed there was no harm in doing so. “Ayee, I’m going back to school. Alright.” He cheered.
Peter glanced around the room. She was right, it wasn’t that great. In a way it was much like back home, sort of trashy and cluttered before he got to the room. It didn’t take him much time to move over to the desks, fix the photos and papers so they were placed neatly on it and in a stack for easy access. He listened to Ally, though, while doing so. Boy was it hard not to listen to her. She had the softest voice he’s ever heard, it even beat Azurea’s sleepy voice he loved so much.
The boy cringed at the though and swat at it in his mind. He wasn’t to be thinking of her, after all she could careless about him or what he did. Peter glanced up from the now clean and organized desk and at the blonde. “You really wouldn’t mind me taking that job? Don’t you have someone for it already though? I mean the photos here are completely wonderful, no touch ups needed or anything. Did you do this?”
It was bad enough he was probably already pegged for a nerd and will probably be known, for the rest of his high school career, as the new kid who ran into the typical jock’s open locker. That’s what he got for losing focus and staring at Ally but who could help themselves? She was completely gorgeous, the type of girl that any guy would want and just so happened to be out of his damn league. Just his luck anyway. Peter was used to that by now, though, usually he got the girl. One could only hope that would work for him with her.
Months passed and Peter and Ally had grown into routine. They did their classes, met up in the yearbook classroom. They’d sort through photos that he had taken, Ally choosing the ones she liked and Peter kept the rest to put into his own collection and scrapbook back at his flat. They met outside of school quite a lot, studying or just hanging out. Peter, surprisingly, had gotten really close with Ally.
The male had gotten so close that one night, over the phone, they spoke the whole night about anything. It ended up into a heart to heart conversation where Ally learned why Peter had moved and Peter had learned why Ally had transferred. Though it was never brought up again they understood each other in a way. Almost like two peas in a pod.
At school they hung out in the mornings before the bell, talking shows, schooling, yearbook, or their plans for after school. Sometimes Peter would ask if she could come over and sometimes he’d say goodbye and leave.
There were days he dragged his feet, wished to be back in New York. He missed the city that never sleeps but he also didn’t miss it. He’d grown fond of it here and even though there were some bullies he didn’t mind it. It wasn’t as bad as it used to be. He pulled through even when he so badly wanted to let the waves of loneliness and hurt wash over him. There were days Ally could tell he wasn’t doing well, hadn’t slept well, after all Peter had rarely ever gotten a good night’s sleep for years now since he became, not just Peter Parker, but Spiderman.
When he had gotten to school he was expecting to meet Ally at the front gate like usual but was only welcome by one surprise he hoped was him just having another nightmare. A grinning Wade Wilson. Peter had hoped he’d gone so far that this guy just wouldn’t follow him but unfortunately for him Wade just followed like a god damn lost puppy. He was pretty much a fly in his web though Peter would never press his lips to any body part on that guy even to kill him.
"What the bloody hell are you doing here?!" Peter groaned, wanting to turn away and leave. He knew with Wade being there Ally would start to think he were gay. Wade made sure to have people think that way of him, the way he was so clingy to him and constantly acted as though they were a couple when Peter himself would never be in a relationship with another man. Not that two men dating was wrong, because it’s not, but because he just didn’t like guys the way he liked girls.
Peter let out a slight squeak when he heard Ally’s voice and hung his head. For the love of all that his holy please don’t let Wade ruin my chances with Ally. Please! He turned on his heels and gave Ally a big goofy grin, attempting at being happy when the very presence of Wade made him bitter. “Hey, Ally! Good morning to you! Looks like I beat you here for once,” he joked.
Ally couldn’t help the smile that had tugged at her lips when she noticed the way he started to organize things. He’d learn that nothing usually stays clean because people were careless. The first few weeks, she had done her best to try to keep things neat and she was sure that this morning she had left the place looking decent at least. She snapped out of her thoughts when he addressed her once more. She shook her head, “I don’t mind. If you want it, you’re more than free to take it. “
The girl rubbed her arm and looked down sheepishly. She pushed her hair behind her ear and let out a chuckle, “Yeah, I did. I like photography. I like the idea of being able to capture a moment you might never have again.” There was a tone of sadness to her voice. She had so many pictures of her family. Family she loved but had learned was toxic to her well being so she stayed away. “I see beauty where a lot of people here overlook it. Like a lady-bug landing on a flower out in the front of the school. I try to take moments that are important though. Like the winning pass in soccer.” She had learned here their main sport was soccer which vaguely reminded her of Quidditch. “But like I said, I prefer to write rather than to take pictures. My voice… isn’t the most stern or loudest but in my words my voice is a roar. I have so many thoughts. So many things to say and opinions I want heard. I like to write.” She smiled up at him, “You can be my eyes and I’ll be your voice, yeah?”
Things were starting to look up. Phone calls to her father were much brighter. She didn’t like talking to her mother still and had avoided answering owls from Amy and Sam. They were no longer filled with empty promises to make a friend because now she had Peter. She wasn’t alone anymore. Either they were sorting out pictures and editing papers for the school newspaper or yearbook or they were just out doing something fun to themselves.
The girl was still pretty much invisible to the majority of people but she didn’t mind it because while she had Peter in her life, she wasn’t alone. Ally knew things with Monroe would never go back to how they were and from then on the girl had promised herself never to be selfish again. She didn’t want to ever hurt anyone that way again. She knew apologies did nothing in the end. It was just a word that could not fix or bandage up the hurt.
Unlike most people, Ally hadn’t blocked Peter out. She wasn’t afraid to get close to him and that’s what happened. He was her best friend. He knew everything about her even the fact that she was a witch. She had broken a law but it wasn’t like she was going to go back to Hogwarts. Ever. And she knew who he really was. Spider-Man. The girl packed her lunch and added in an extra cauldron cake in case Peter wanted to try it. Ally kissed her grandmother goodbye and headed out the door.
Wade noticed Peter’s absence instantly. Nothing was ever the same again. He figured maybe he went to visit family and waited but nothing. No sign of his return. He didn’t want to give up. He needed to know that Peter was safe, alive and well. Somehow. He started to investigate. Collecting clues in anyway he could until he finally connected the dots. The other male had no idea what he meant to the mercenary. He didn’t know how much he enjoyed his company nor that he in a weird way kept him human.
Human was the last thing Wade felt like. He was only an experiment gone wrong. Scars and burns covered his skin. He made his way towards where he figured that Peter would be. Still he wore his mask because he knew if anyone were to see the real him, they’d probably scream. It wasn’t as bad as it once was, after all Fury had made an offer to help and Wade had accepted. After all, it was nothing new. He was used to being nothing more than an experiment. He had his hood up as he heard Peter’s voice and pouted behind the mask.
"You don’t sound too happy to see me, Petey." The male wrapped his arms around the other in an embrace but only to be greeted with getting pushed off like always. "I haven’t heard from you at all so I came lookin’ and found you here. I missed ya, snookums." He crossed his arms and then heard another voice call out. Ally had slowed her steps down when she saw Peter with someone else.
"Peter?" She called out and looked up at the male who seemed strangly nervous. "I guess so." She mused with a smile. Wade turned around to see who it was that had called Peter’s name. It was a girl. She was amazingly beautiful with blonde locks that looked like they had been kissed from the sun itself. Ally noticed the man had a masked and figured that he might be one of Peter’s friends. Though she didn’t understand why in a way he was trying so hard to hide him.
"Seeing as Petey isn’t gonna introduce us. I’m Wade." He extended his hand out to her which Ally reached to shake. It was also covered by gloves of some sort. "Ally." She looked at Peter with a smile. "Should I give you two some space to talk or something?" Wade shook his head, "No worries, chickidy. I think I’ve overstayed my welcome. Unless, Peter is okay with me staying." He looked at him with a pout once more.
Monroe just nodded, not once looking back up at her. The more she spoke the more his heart sunk in his chest. He swallowed, messing with the lint in his pocket. “You know.. the least you could have done was tell me, let me know so I don’t get my hopes up every morning with the fact that I’ll see you only to be disappointed when you’re not there. The least you could have done was given me an explanation and something, anything before you left. A note would have been fine too,” his voice had cracked but he tried to ignore it as he tried to keep the tears back.
He often stayed at Hogwarts to stay away from home. His foster parents weren’t so great and it was a surprise, to himself mainly, that he was still even there. Monroe had gotten so tired of going foster home to foster home that he had promised himself he’d deal with the last one he went to, no matter what. He didn’t expect the couple to treat him the way they do so at Hogwarts it was his escape, his safety, and in his life he only had one thing to be thankful for and that was Ally. He pulled a hand from his pocket and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.
“If you’re happy here, fine. I just want you happy but the least you could have done was tell me about this…” his voice trailed off and he looked up at her. “I’m just gonna go now. Don’t worry.. you wont see from me anymore.” Monroe moved from around the table and past her to the gate.
Ally usually wasn’t selfish. She usually always put everyone’s needs before her own. She usually was the one who gave up and didn’t ask for much or anything in return if anything at all. She knew the moment that she decided to be selfish it would be incredibly wrong. The moment she decided to think of something for herself, it would be the worst choice she’d make. The young girl took in a deep breath and then kept her gaze down.
She closed her eyes tightly as he spoke. Ally coudn’t find her voice now. She took in a deep breath and then opened them. When she watched him walk away without thinking she turned and pushed herself forward to run behind him. She reached out and then wrapped her arms around his frame. “Monroe..” Her voice was soft. “Monroe, I’m so sorry…” Her voice trailed off.
"I couldn’t handle it anymore… I’m so sorry… I never wanted to hurt you. I didn’t.. I didn’t say goodbye because I knew that if I did… I wouldn’t have left. Not because you would’ve stopped me but because i just wouldn’t have been able to and that’s so selfish and cruel. I know. I know it is and I’m so sorry… I just— " She felt the tears now slip down her cheeks. "I was going to end up killing myself, Monroe. My own family turned their backs on me and I know that’s not an excuse but I just couldn’t handle it anymore. Hogwarts wasn’t safe, my own home wasn’t safe. I had no where t-to go without feeling like.. I just was better off not existing." She tightened her arms around him, "I’m sorry I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness but I just want you to know that hurting you wasn’t what I wanted…"
He took slow, soft steps over towards the table she stood at. His hand stuffed into his pockets as he looked down at his feet. “I didn’t realize this was a game of hide-and-seek, Ally.” Monroe looked up, his voice was quiet, monotone. “I was worried you were sick and sent home or worse.. dead. So yes, I went to your father and he told me where you were. He seems to be the only one in your family that seems to like me, anyway. I sure as hell wasn’t going to go to your sister or brother.”
There was a knot in his stomach and he wanted more than anything to yell at her but he tried to keep calm. He knew she didn’t like the yelling and sometimes she’d just shut off when someone were to yell. Monroe looked back down at his feet. It was hard to even look at her without wanting to cry or something. He wasn’t sure yet. He was more hurt than anything.
Ally knew she was the only reason he went to Hogwarts, to classes every day and Monroe knew how selfish it would be to beg her to come back. He knew about her siblings and the way she felt. He knew about James and all these boys who had hurt her that were there. If the roles were reversed he would have stayed for her but that was him and she, she was Ally. “You like it? Your new school I mean.. Is it better than Hogwarts?”
She kept quiet. That was what she did best after all. Everyone at Hogwarts knew her like that. The quiet one. The little quiet twin. Poor little Ally with no voice. She had a voice. It was loud but it would never leave her.She listened to him now. The girl looked away and rubbed her arm slightly, “No one but my father knows… they wouldn’t have told you because they don’t know either. Neither does my mum.” She informed him with a soft tone.
Slowly she turned to look up at him once more. Ally was surprised there were no tears yet. Though she sure did feel like crying. She knew she had no right. She wanted to reach out to him but she also knew she had no right to do that either. It was on an act of impulse. After the fight she had gotten into with her sister in the middle of the halls, she knew that if she stayed it all would’ve gotten way worse. She knew that if she kept going, she would’ve ended up dead by her own hands.
Ally had often thought about it. Suicide. No one knew. No one had the slightest idea about the knowledge she possessed of certain plants and drugs. They didn’t know she knew exactly where to go or what to do. No one knew how much she longed to jump off her roof when she’d sit there. Maybe if it was just peers, she would’ve stayed but when her siblings joined that’s where she lost hope. She looked down and nodded, “I do.. it’s very different. There’s… more classes. More people too. No one really pays attention to me still but no one bothers me either.” She nodded once more, “Only because here.. I’m Alaina, not Ally. No one knows, Monroe. No one knows me.. no one can hurt me here.” She looked back down.
He hadn’t seen her around Hogwarts or in any classes. Monroe had gotten worried that maybe she was sick or worse. He hadn’t heard a thing from her so he had asked her father where she was. When he found out she was living in the muggle world with her grandmother he had left to go see her.
For a while he talked to her grandmother, even though she didn’t seem to like him much. He didn’t blame her but the two had broken up and agreed to stay friends. Monroe had left and sat outside, waiting for Ally to get home. Usually it wasn’t like her to keep something like this from him and it hurt, knowing that she didn’t even warn him or say goodbye.
Monroe sighed and ran his fingers through his mohawk. His gaze was set on the floor at his feet. Maybe he didn’t have a right to be this upset or angry about it but he was. She was the one who brightened his day, Ally was his light and without her every day he wouldn’t have a reason to go. He looked up when he heard the gate open and he stood quickly, waiting for her. Monroe waved. No smile like he would usually have and nothing was said. He was more focused on trying to keep calm.
She felt her heart sink. Who told him? It was obvious who. It was her father. Seamus was the only one who knew where she was. No one else did. Not her mother, nor sister or brother. She had made her dad swear to her that they wouldn’t find out. She was so convinced that no one was going to look for her that she had forgotten to make him swear not to tell absolutely anybody. Though the thought was selfish and Ally knew it.
It was more than just selfish. It was down right messed up of her. Yet she couldn’t force herself to feel bad for her family not knowing. Though what she did to Monroe wasn’t that great. She was afraid that if she told him he would’ve stopped her. Not with words but just the fact of saying goodbye. She didn’t think she was strong enough to do that.
Ally knew he was hurt. She knew he was upset. She could see it by the lack of smile on his face. The girl took her bag off and set it down on the table her grandmother kept in front for those days where you just wanted to sit outside and relax. She looked down and then closed her eyes for a moment before she stepped forward and looked up at him, “You found me.” That was it? She was mentally screaming at herself now. Just that? Really, Ally? Really? “My father told you, didn’t he?”
Ally didn’t know many people still even this close towards the end of the year. It was close to Graduation as well and she was a little nervous about that. It would be different to the Graduation at Hogwarts, that’s for sure. Ally didn’t know if she was ready. A part of her wished she had come here years ago. Sure, she was still invisible but it was a comfortable type. One she didn’t mind. Now that she had been spending more time with Peter though, she didn’t feel invisible.
No, she felt like she didn’t need to be noticed by anyone else. Peter made her laugh. Sometimes without even trying. He made her look forward to school and even more so to her last period of the day. They worked together in the Yearbook and sometimes they didn’t work but just goofed off. She walked now home from school. Gripping onto her backpack straps, she had to leave early because her grandmother had texted her that it was an emergency. She was a little worried but she tried not to jump to too many conclusions.
The Former Ravenclaw turned the corner then to head down her street to the house. She had been distracting herself to keep from having negative thoughts. What homework she had. The project she still needed to finish. The test that was coming up for the novel Pride and Prejudice. There were so many things she could use to keep her mind busy. Finally, she turned to head to her house when she saw a figure she knew from anywhere. The girl froze on the spot. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to just run and not look back but she knew that wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair at all. She tried to relax her nerves now as she opened the gate to walk inside, “Monroe?”
Peter didn’t know what to say so he just nodded with a sad smile. new York was great, had many memories and he had some fun, besides getting beat half to death, saving the world and state. Sure they’ll miss him helping out with the burglars and the purse snatchers and murderers but wasn’t that the cops job for getting them too? Again another nod but this time to answer her question.
He followed her out the classroom and down the hall. There was a short pause of silence but it was nice, in a way. Then what she asked made his body feel cold for a moment. “You.. you saw that?” He let out a sigh, looking away from her and running his finger through his hair. “Yeah, no. I’m fine. In one piece and all. Just probably got marked as a dork on my first day is all. Nothing too bad.”
"I see a lot of things. Sometimes good, sometimes bad." She admitted. Ally took another turn, "It’s not that bad. My first day, I walked into the guy’s restroom, thinking it was the girls’. It was pretty bad, people forget though. It’s a pretty big school." She looked over her shoulder, "So, don’t beat yourself up too bad for it."
She then opened a door, she peeked inside, “I’m always early, it doesn’t start until 20 to 30 minutes after school, but I like to come here and just… have some time to myself.” She stepped inside, Ally looked back him and then turned, “This is it. It’s not the greatest with or newest with everything, but it’s here.” She looked around, looking over all the unfinished projects. “I haven’t taken any pictures in a while. I’ve stuck with the typing, if you want, you can take my other half of the job. I write too and I enjoy that a little more.” She smiled. “Okay, a lot more.”
He rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled, “yeah the states. oh, uh, no. I moved here.. on my own. New York was nice and all but.. I wasn’t um.. needed there and all.” Peter shrugged. He blinked hearing her laugh. It wasn’t heart warming like he thought it would be. It was rather gloomy and what followed explained why. His smile softened. “It’s a shame. A girl like you should hear it often.”
Peter nodded to her question. “I’d love to accompany you. I guess i joined you guys late didn’t I? Should have waited for the first day of school.” He chuckled softly and moved through the desks over to her side. “Lead the way.”
She nodded, “I understand.” She felt like too much at Hogwarts. Cody had graduated, James has graduated, Lia hated her, and so did Susy, all thanks to her sister. She wasn’t needed or so she thought. Her mother was rather disappointed, as always but her father understood. As always. Ally rubbed her arm shyly at his last comment. She was glad a blush hadn’t creeped up to her features.
"That’s fine. Like I said I’m new myself, there’s always work to be done, y’know?" She smiled and then turned to start heading out of the classroom, she walked down the hallway and then took a turn, "You didn’t hurt yourself earlier, did you? When you crashed into the locker??
He took her hand in his own, shaking it. Her voice was soft, welcoming sort of. He wouldn’t have minded listening to her talk for hours instead of that dreadful monotone teacher they’ve got. He cleared his throat and smiled softly. “That’s a pretty name. Alaina. Um.. I just came here from New York.” Peter pulled his hand back and wiped the palm of it against his slacks. He looked down, holding onto the strap of his bag.
“You’re very beautiful, Alaina, but you probably hear that a lot don’t you?” He looked up at her, cocking his head to the side slightly. “Um.. I don’t mean to bother you but.. do you uh know anything about year books or photography, things that need pictures taken of? I used to do that back home so I was hoping I could do that here.”
She shook his hand and then let go, her hand coming up to grip onto her bag’s strap, she tilted her head slightly, “The States? Wow, transfer student? Or just because you wanted to come live over here? You don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to.” She glanced past him, the teacher had already left. Ally then pulled her attention back to him.
A soft yet sad laugh left her lips, “No, I don’t. I’m not all that noticeable ” She looked away for a moment, shyly she looked down at her feet. the former Ravenclaw listened to him and then nodded, “There is actually. I’m Editor in it. I was actually heading over there, since it’s nearing the end of the year, gotta add finishing touches and all that. Would you like to accompany me?”