A/N: I apologize now about my horrible dedication to my fanfictions and my writing. I haven't had too much motivation to do much in my life much less write and writing this right now is kind of pushing myself a bit but I'm sure it's something I need to do. I appreciate all that continue to read or even check up on the stories and I promise that I will get back to my reversal roles story as well. Hey, betcha all are excited about the release of Spider-man 2 at the end of June right?

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The soft crooning of the radio playing woke her up that morning.  The station was playing "Unbreak my Heart", something she didn't necessarily want to hear that morning. Her pale green eyes rolled over to the alarm clock that just laid out of reach from her form the time being and she flopped herself over on the bed to hit it.  It took a few times just to get the tips of her fingers to even operate the buttons.  The music halted in mid cry, her insides screaming "thank you" as the sad love song halted. An elated sigh escaped her soft lips as she let one leg dangle over the bedside just over the carpeted floor.  Another morning, another full shift at work.  As a waitress… 

"God I'm so pathetic!" She yelled aloud as she kicked another leg off the bed and pulled herself to a standing position.  She didn't have enough time for a shower, in fact she had enough time to get dressed and to take the subway to work and that was it.  With a sigh she went to her closet and pulled out the ugly uniform and began to dress.  She halted in mid-dress and actually thought about it.  'Why bother taking the subway when she had a new mode of transportation. If Spider-man could do it why couldn't she?

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            "I don't appreciate you making another late arrival to work, Ms.Watson!" Enrique's voice rang out as she jogged into the small café. She resisted the urge to flip him the bird as she hung her coat up on the rack and went around back to grab her apron.  She also resisted any crude remarks that welled up inside of her as she averted her fiery eyes from his gaze as he shook another utensil at her.

"You know I can have that cute lil tush of yours out the door in a second if you keep up at attitude. I'm sick of your eye rolling and your waltzing into work late. You listenin?!" He growled.

Mary Jane plastered a cute smile on her face and looked to her boss. "I'm sorry, Enrique. I'll do my best in not being late to work again."

"That's ok, we'll just take the time out of your lunch." He said laughing as he went back into the kitchen.  Mary Jane scowled as her hand began to reach for the fork beside her. 'Just one more remark, you pudgy bastard.  One more remark and I'll make you into a pin-cushion.'

Turning on her heel she walked back out to the front of the café, details of numerous tortures she'd put Enrique through buzzing in her mind, creating a little sadistic smile on her lips.  She giggled slightly as she opened up the register and began the counting of the money in there as her eyes sparkled.  She imagined Enrique hanging upside on a spider-web as a very large spider began to climb down it watching a muffled screaming fat cook.

            "Smiles always look good on you.  The sincere ones, not the fake ones you'd put on in high school." A voice said softly in front of her while her face was down.  Her eyes traveled up to the figure standing before her, a bruised Peter Parker.  A genuine pleased smiled appeared but was soon replaced with concern as her hands immediately shot out and gently held his face in her hands.

"Pete, what happened?!" She exclaimed as she turned his face to the side to observe the marks on his cheek and under his eye.

            "I had a fight with my door this morning. I was in a hurry and didn't watch half the things I did and ended up popping myself in the face with the door, it was stupid. I also slipped down the stairs while trying to run out the door, I was late for getting my photos in to Jonah and he fired me."  He said sadly, a frown appearing on his face.

Mary Jane pulled her hands away from his face as she returned to her drawer hoping that Enrique wasn't watching her.

"Again? Isn't this the third time he fired you?" She smirked.

            "Well yeah but he seemed really mad this morning." He said widening his blue eyes genuinely scared.  Mary Jane couldn't help but grin finding his expression severely cute. She felt a flush creep up on her face and kept her eyes averted to the money in the drawer. "So, you still up for the movie tonight?" He asked leaning forward a bit.  She could smell a hint of cologne on his collar making her want to lean close to him and take it in with one long sigh.  She shook her head trying to make those stray thoughts dissipate.

"Definitely, my nights have been a little dull lately. Work, home, work, home-tell me that that isn't boring?" She said lying.  He smiled. "I dunno I seriously wouldn't have a problem with just going to work and going home once and awhile." 

She quirked her brow at him suspiciously and slammed the drawer shut.  "Yeah that reminds me, where have you been some of those nights?  I had tried to get a hold of you a couple times."

            "Oh you know…just out hanging around.  Visiting my Aunt May and making sure she's alright, doing my job for the Daily Bugle and trying to stay in classes." He said with a glimmer in his eyes.  He was hiding something. "Anyways I was wondering if you have a DVD player or VCR in your apartment."

"I've got a VCR, I can't afford a DVD player yet. Why?"

            "Well I have some movies we can watch, I just don't have the money for the movie theater right now but I still want to hang out with you tonight and I was wondering if that was alright.  Not that I'm inviting myself over automatically…you uh have to be okay with it."  He said looking genuinely ashamed about his financial situation.

"No, hey that's okay.  I'd love it if you'd come over and bring some movies.  My apartment isn't much but it's my home right now. I can even make us some dinner or something and it'll be a great evening. How's seven sound to you? I'm off at five so that'll give me enough time to shower and clean up my place a little and you enough time for your classes and what else you need to take care of." She said pushing a lock of red hair behind her ear.

            "Sounds great to me, MJ.  I may be a little late pending on my schedule so if I am please don't take any offense to it." His expression grew serious.  She nodded not really understanding.  He turned to leave as a random customer ran into his side not even excusing themselves.  Peter winced as he grabbed his side in pain.

"Peter??!" Mary Jane cried as she began to run out from behind the counter.  Peter held a hand in front of him to keep her from coming any closer.

            "Stairs, remember?  I'll be fine, really.  Don't worry."  He straightened himself up slowly.  He jerked his attention outside of the café, giving a last look back at Mary Jane he waved her a goodbye and shot out of the café in a hurry not even saying a word.  Mary Jane stood watching as the object of her affections rushed out in a flash to whatever it was that called him.

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No lunch, a crappy break and four unhappy customers later Mary Jane sat in the back rubbing her ankles.  Her red hair was falling out of a messy bun and her eyes were closed tightly trying to keep herself from crying.  It was a very bad day, a couple orders were made wrong and she was being rushed from one corner to the other.  She fell and knocked a cart over full of food and twisted her ankle.  Enrique took the pleasure of yelling at her and taking money out of her paychecks.  There wasn't much she could take as her anger boiled up inside of her.  She felt so defeated and alone, she felt helpless with everything at that moment. 'Let me know that you hear me, please.' She thought out of nowhere.  You're heard fine.  Been here all along letting you do what you need to.

'What should I do?' She asked.  Do what you want.  Your inner most desires.  No one can stop you. 'I don't want to do this anymore. I can't take it anymore.' Then don't.

        "Miss Watson!  Get your butt out here.  There are customers to serve!"  Enrique's voice yelled.  Mary Jane frowned in annoyance that was the last straw she had enough.  She stood up grabbing onto one of the trays as she stalked out.  Enrique scowled at her as she stepped out from the break room gesturing towards the front of the café. "Come on your highness, lets get going." 

 "Enrique, I was wondering if you could do me a favor."  Mary Jane said.

            "What's that?" He said grumpily.

"Take this job and shove it up your ass!"  Mary Jane yelled shoving the tray into him.  She caused him to stumble back a few feet as she also through down her nametag and apron.  "I've had it with you and I want out." She turned to leave as Enrique's voice yelled out after her.

            "That's just fine, Watson! Keep walking, trash.  You were a crap waitress! You can't make it here, you can't make it out there on stage either and you'll never make it anywhere!" He yelled.  Mary Jane halted in mid step feeling the fire burn inside of her. Do it, he deserves it. The symbiote purred to her.  Mary Jane turned around frowning.  The look on her face must have startled Enrique for he stood back from her his eyes widening a bit.

"You really think so, Enrique?"  She said lowly as she stepped towards him, her moves almost cat like remaining in a fluid-like motion. "Well I think you're trash.  I think you are scum, taking up space in this city.  One day you'll be lying face down in the street and no one will notice or care." She hissed.  She balled up her fist tightly and swung, swung at his stingy face popping him right in the jaw.  Enrique sailed back into the wall behind him hard, leaving a crack as he slid down.  At that moment she couldn't care less at what she had done as she walked out the door leaving customers staring at the scene that just played before them.

*A/N * (short yes I know, I plan on writing more since I've gotten myself started on it again. I should start watching Spider-man again and get myself more into writing this. I do have a plan on where this is going for the moment and at least I can say that an event had occurred in this chapter,lol. So please don't give up hope and hate me.*