I dragged Peter by the arm. He really seemed shocked about me and Sam. I stopped and saw there was still a look of jealousy and dismay on his face. "Look, it was before he was Nova. He was a jerk even back then. It won't happen again," I said. "I just can't believe you dated Bucket-head." I just shook my head," It's in the past."

I nodded briskly and I dragged him Along. I couldn't kiss him. We kissed too much. We both enjoyed it though.

We heard voices and I hid behind a training wall. I peeked around and there I saw Ava, Luke, and Danny, other wise known as White Tiger, Power Man, and Iron Fist. Ava was pacing and Danny muttered," Where is he?" I suppose he was talking about Sam.

I pulled Peter's arm and we walked out of our hiding spot. "Hello," I said. They turned and saw me. One by one the filed over to me. "Peter?" Ava asked suspiciously. "Yeah," he said. I pulled him in front of me and I said," We've come to work things out between you and him. Luke let out a puff of air," He's as self riotous as Sam. I don't wanna be around either of them." I locked my fingers on Peter's hand. "Please guys. He misses fighting alongside you guys and you left him in a time of need. You guys owe him an apology." They shared a glance and then said," Yeah. Ok." I kissed Peter's cheek and whispered," We did it."

We went home after talking to Sam, Ava, Danny, and Luke. They had forgiven Peter and thats all that mattered. I wanted to kiss Peter. He was right here by me. We kiss way too much though.

"Do you...uh...um...?" I said, stuttering over my words. I was gonna ask him if he wanted to make out with me but that would be a little weird. "What?" He asked. "Never mind," I said hoping he wouldn't ask again. "Tell me," he urged. I shook my head. "It's not important."

He leaned in and put his nose on my nose. I closed my eyes and he muttered," Im gonna tickle you if you don't tell me." "No you won't," I said happily. "Tell me!" I finally gave up and said," Fine! I was gonna ask you if you wanted to..." I trailed off. We were sitting on my bed and he was sitting in front of me. His nose was still on my nose and I laid down. "Don't Peter. Don't tickle me. Don't think I don't know what your about to do. "Then you know me so well," he said tickling my sides. My eyes flew open and I started giggling like a mad women. He was on top of me now, tickling me. It tickled of course.

He finally stopped tickling me and put his nose back on my nose. "Don't EVER do that again," I said to him in a sarcastic voice. I opened one eye when he said," You know you liked it." Why was he sitting on top of me? I tried to wiggle out from under him but he wouldn't budge. He started tickling me again and I couldn't help but laugh. I couldn't breath. Everything seemed perfect. He stopped then leaned down to kiss me. I smiled and kissed him again. "Now get off of me," I said. He climbed off of me and I sat up. He smiled widely at me. "What?" I said "Your hair," he said pointing at my head. I got up and looked in the mirror. My hair was sticking up. I brushed it down and sat by Peter.

"Im bored," I said. "I know what we could do," Peter said. I looked at him suspiciously. What was he thinking? He smiled widely. "I don't understand." Maybe he wanted to go out to town, maybe he wanted to make out with me, maybe he was just thinking of things. I hoped it was the second or first thing I listed. "You should," he began. I waited patiently for the second part. "Make out with me," he said getting close to me. "No," I said briskly. "We kiss too much. Don't you think?" He nodded but got even closer to my face, so close his lips were about to touch mine. "I know we both like to," I said. His lips touched mine a little when I spoke," but won't people think we're just showing off or make fun of us?" He backed up a bit. "I know. We'd get made fun of so bad if your parents walked in on our make out sessions," he said. I sighed. "We should go out and get some fresh air." He nodded and we headed out.