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incywincyhero
When: backdated to after this
Where: the Parker/Drew apartment
Summary: jess realizes that she's really stupid. peter comforts.
Warnings: stupid.

[ she left the apartment miserable. this was a stupid idea. she shouldn't have said anything. everything was going so good until she said something and now everything's out the window.

Jess is entering the apartment, slamming the door after her, hands rubbing at her face. god this was just the dumbest thing she had ever done. and now johnny hates her. ]

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[Peter is cooking dinner, if by cooking dinner you mean "choosing what frozen entrees to stick in the microwave." At the sound of the door slamming he sticks his head out of the kitchenette.]

Jess, izzat you?

[Seeing her expression, he hastily stows the meals on the counter for now and comes back out, brushing his hands off on his jeans.]

What's the matter, what happened?

Nothing happened.

[ she's pretty firm about this, proceeding to dump her backpack on the couch and tromp across the living room, towards the single bedroom, her head down. ]

[Peter leans on his hip against the doorjamb, brow raised.]

I didn't know imaginary events could make people that sad.

[He makes to follow her, then stops halfway.]

Come on, Jess, you know you can talk to me about anything. Or we can get some ice cream and drown your misery if you'd rather.

Edited 2011-08-24 03:06 (UTC)

I'm not sad.

[ she huffs, kicking something out of the way as she goes ]

It's -- [ ugh she isn't even sure she can tell him. there's a long pause as she reaches her door, about to to open it and then ]

I messed up badly.

[He rubs the bridge of his nose. He of all people can recognize a patented Parker Guilt Trip in the making when he hears one.]

Why don't you let someone a little further from the situation be the judge of that?

[ shifting and then turning around to lean her back against the door, slouching with her feet out in front of her ]

I told Johnny.

[He just stops. Looks at her. Then strides over and flops down onto the couch, patting the empty seat next to him.]

Okay, hit me.

[ a pause.

she walks over after a second and kind of flops face down onto the couch beside him. her voice is muffled and her legs are hanging off the side of the couch, but she's talking ]

I was hanging out at his place [ making out ] and I -- I thought I could.

It worked with Gwen, I told her... But he freaked out. And now I think he -- I think he hates -- [ cutting herself off and just making a frustrated groan ]

Oh, Jess, kiddo...

[He reaches out and squeezes her shoulder, gently.]

He doesn't hate you. He's probably feeling pretty confused right now, since ... but there's no way he hates you.

[A considering pause.]

Did you just tell him that you're my -- Peter's clone, or about the other thing as well? The memories.

[ a pause as she moves her arms to bury her face in them ]

I tried to explain to him about the memories, but I don't think he got it. It's just --

He looked so grossed out. I'm disgusting to him, I know it.

[ it comes out as more of a whine than she wants it to ]

[Now he's outright rubbing her back.]

If he really thinks that, then not only is he not the guy I think he is, he's not even worth you getting upset over. But, you know...

[Leaning back slowly as he mulls over the right words.]

The Johnny I knew? The one my age? He's dated all sorts of people. Superheroes, normal women, aliens from species with entirely different genders than ours ... heck, his wife tried to kill him once. So maybe he just needs a bit of time to wrap his head around the whole idea.

Yeah, I-I guess... I just...

[ sniff. ]

I don't know what I was thinking. I guess part of me really hoped that he'd be totally okay with it. But that's crazy, right?

I mean, I'm a clone of his best friend!

[ she groans again, pulling at her hair with her face still against her arms ]

[Peter just ... keeps patting her back for as long as she lets him, occasionally making soothing noises.]

[ oh, wow. here come the tears. ]

I don't even care that I'm a clone anymore, you know? I'm my own person. I'm Jessica stinkin' Drew.

But it's like, all that matters was that I used to be y -- Peter.... That's all that mattered to him.

Shh, shh ... c'mere.

[He tugs her into a hug, if she'll let him.]

[ she's burying her face against him, trying not to burst out bawling. but she really hurts in her chest and flipping between feeling like she was punched in the gut or slapped in the face.

so there's lots of sniffling and whimpers. ]

[He'll just keep making soothing noises until she's cried herself out. Eventually:]

I am so proud to know you, Jessica Drew.

[ it takes her a while and she eventually just dissolves into sad little sniffles. ]

I-- I -- t-thank you...

[Peter doesn't say anything for a while. He's not sure how to handle the feelings tangled up in his chest -- sadness and anger for Jess, rueful embarrassment for Johnny, and winding around all of it a guilty sense of pleasure that he has family, and she trusts him.]

I'm really glad we both came to the City, little sis.

M-me too. [ she sniffs and chokes on her words, at this point, just ready to bawl out her feelings ]

I don't -- no one likes it here but I -- I think it's pretty okay? I-I mean, I'm not -- [ sniff ]

I'm not ready to go back to Queens y-yet. I-I don't want to leave you.

[Squeezing her shoulder:]

Not planning on going anywhere anytime soon, believe you me.

Good.

[ rubbing at her eyes now and curling up next to him ]

Everything sucks.

[Wrapping an arm loosely around her shoulders.]

You'll be fine. If he can't deal with this, that's his problem. You still have me, Gwen, May and even the Devils, and all the other friends you've made here.

[A slight smirk.]

Just, if you dump him, promise me you won't use this as an excuse to date one of those older men you keep getting mixed up with?

Yeah. I just... you know. Really liked him and all.

[ cheeks tinging and then wow. her face turns redder at his next comment ]

Oh my god, Peter!!!

[The very picture of a well-meaning older brother, if not for the continued grinning.]

I'm just saying! I know that older boys seem more mature and sensitive, 'cause, well, they are, but you have to remember that any guy who'd date a girl that much younger than him has his own problems going on --