“In Spider-Man’s bedroom…” MJ laughed along with her.
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Being the biggest geek in school, I’d never been one to submit to peer-pressure. For the next hour or so they passed joints back and forth, but I didn’t try any. My mind kept flash that there’d be a house fire down the street and I’d be too stoned to swing over there.
It was getting mighty cloudy in my room. “My rooms gonna smell like burning leaves (in Jamaica).”
MJ pats me on the hand. “Maybe we should crack a window.”
“No way,” Gwen titters uncontrollably while shaking her head, “Your neighbors might call the fire department.” We all had a good laugh at that.
“We’ll spray some Lysol when we’re done.” MJ snorts a few times. Somehow she even made that cute.
“Is it hot in here?” Gwen looked at us expectantly.
I couldn’t really tell, “I think its just you.”
“Thanks Peter. I’m happy you think I’m hot.” Damn it Gwen! Don’t hit on me in front of MJ. We were all just getting along so well.
“So I’m not hot enough for you anymore, tiger?”
Oh boy, now I’m in trouble. “MJ, your know I think your like… the hottiest hottie ever…” MJ snorts again, giggling at my inability to articulate. What did they put on that stuff?
The bed s...