Peter was looking over his class schedule with some curiosity. He took a moment to send an e-mail to Nick Fury.

( To Nick Fury )

In theory, Peter had schoolwork to do. In actuality, Peter was responding to e-mails from people back home.

( To Mary Jane )

Peter got in later than he expected since his mun's work has been hell this week and he likes to roughly match up the time on the post with the time in game, but he was back. And he only had some scratches remaining from the fight earlier this week. Pretty bad scratches, but it was better than it had been ( Read more... )

( Wednesday afternoon )

( Tuesday afternoon )

Well, things could be worse ( Read more... )

Peter was getting ready for his date with Zero. Nice shirt. Nice pants. No tie because that would probably be too much. Hair with gel, though. Bouquet of clovers because roses are for girls who aren't as special as her ( Read more... )

In many ways, yesterday sucked. Bad moods, bad news, and bad ideas (which, okay, was actually a bright spot) all added up to suck.

But after looking at the day on the whole, Peter decided as he sat around in his pink, pink room that it was all totally worth it. He probably wouldn't lose the stupid grin until Friday.

Sunday morning. A time for sleeping in, boredom, and writing to people in New York.

( To Mary Jane )

A good night's sleep in his own bed - well, in any bed, really - was just what Peter needed. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before due to Spin the Bottle. He was expecting the same kind of deal last night because of Monopoly, but an incident with Sam Carter and a pirate ended that early ( Read more... )