Post by Gwen Stacy on Dec 31, 2010 1:07:50 GMT -5
((This happens after my return to the land of the living over on the old board.))
Pete and MJ have really been good to me.
After all the odd explanations were past, Peter seems to relax a bit, not looking at me like I'm some sort of walking joke with a painful punchline just waiting to hit him right between the eyes.
I really don't blame him though.
His reaction is natural. It's just by being here that I am the unnatural one.
MJ's really been a gem, welcoming me with open arms right from the start.
She's insisted that I stay with them as we get stuff straightened out, and when I look into her eyes, I really can't say no.
I see now, why the staff sent me to them when I wanted help.
They would still do anything to help me, even after coming back from the dead.
Of course, today MJ has a modeling gig to go to, and though she asks me to come with her, I turn it down.
Staying with them, being alive, is fun.
But it's not straitening anything out.
She tells me not to have too much fun with her hubby while she's out, waving as she goes.
While Pete seems distracted by the television, I head over to pick up the phone book, wondering if it could be so easy.
Plopping down on the couch next to Petey, I flip through the book.
I run my fingernail down the page mumbling,
"Strange.... Strange... Strange..."
But there is no one with the last name of Strange in the whole book.
I put the book down with a light sigh.
I knew it wasn't going to be that easy.
Pete and MJ have really been good to me.
After all the odd explanations were past, Peter seems to relax a bit, not looking at me like I'm some sort of walking joke with a painful punchline just waiting to hit him right between the eyes.
I really don't blame him though.
His reaction is natural. It's just by being here that I am the unnatural one.
MJ's really been a gem, welcoming me with open arms right from the start.
She's insisted that I stay with them as we get stuff straightened out, and when I look into her eyes, I really can't say no.
I see now, why the staff sent me to them when I wanted help.
They would still do anything to help me, even after coming back from the dead.
Of course, today MJ has a modeling gig to go to, and though she asks me to come with her, I turn it down.
Staying with them, being alive, is fun.
But it's not straitening anything out.
She tells me not to have too much fun with her hubby while she's out, waving as she goes.
While Pete seems distracted by the television, I head over to pick up the phone book, wondering if it could be so easy.
Plopping down on the couch next to Petey, I flip through the book.
I run my fingernail down the page mumbling,
"Strange.... Strange... Strange..."
But there is no one with the last name of Strange in the whole book.
I put the book down with a light sigh.
I knew it wasn't going to be that easy.
