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For almost two decades, Michelle’s life had been a series of whys. Why did she lose her virginity when she was 14 to a guy who can’t remember her first name? Why did she take chemistry every year when she hated it? Why did she put a blue streak in her hair that left it damaged for months? The answer to that one was easy, to piss off her parents. But now, why the fuck was she letting Peter marry Liz. That, she had no explanation to, whatsoever.
Michelle had made a serious amount of mistakes in her life and this had to be the worst one by far.
She had to admit, this wasn’t easy. But he just looked so happy, who was she to stand in the way of ‘love?’ Cindy clinked a glass in her face, her eyebrows raised, making Michelle jump out of her trance. For what felt the millionth time in her life, it was time to put on a show. Michelle stood up and walked to the front of the room, facing the crowd of pretentious guests, and put on a smile.
“For those of you who I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting yet,” The last thing she wanted to do was meet them. “I’m Michelle but I guess you can all call me MJ, and this has got to be, one of the happiest days of my life.”
Because sobbing in the back of a van with her dress half on screams the happiest day of her life.
The happiest day of her life may have been when she first met Peter, during recess in elementary school when he knocked her elbow while she was drawing as he tripped, apologising profusely afterwards.
It may have been when they were eight and she found out they lived in the same apartment building, bumping into each other with their respective guardians in the elevator. Michelle’s mom said she’d never seen her smile so wide, and her mom still maintains that to this day.
Maybe when the year after, Peter asked Michelle to come over and they built a fort in his room. Peter’s Aunt May was not allowed in unless she bore cookies, the only thing she was somewhat ok at baking. He told Michelle about his ‘weird’ dream.
He dreamt he was the pivot on a pair of scissors. Neither knew what it meant. Michelle didn’t think it was weird.
But no, this, this had to be the happiest day of her life. How could it not be?
12 years earlier.
Michelle had never, ever, been this drunk before. But hey, she was turning 18, so who cares? This party wasn’t even for her, it was one she and Peter had heard bouncing through the hallways at school the day before. It was perfect, neither of them had to do anything but show up and get wasted.
Despite all the stares they got from people who didn’t particularly like them, well, MJ (people tended to think she was a stuck up bitch but she was actually just a private person) she was having the time of her life.
Shitty music had never sounded better, Peter’s dancing had never been worse. His laughter had never sounded so pretty. A slice of pizza had never looked so appealing and the bowl of chips had never made her hungrier.
She swayed as she stumbled into the bathroom, Peter trailing closely behind, their hands intertwined. Giggling, she leaned against the counter and pulled Peter into her. His drunk eyes and curly hair had never looked so inviting.
Both hands found their way onto his chest, him holding onto her elbows and their noses accidentally brushed. Peter blushed but MJ kept him close, one hand holding the back of his head.
They stayed like that, relishing in the intimacy and breathing in one another. Peter could already taste the alcohol in her. Finally, as MJ’s eyes flickered from his to his lips, she made the best decision she’d possible ever make, and also the only one she’d probably ever forget.
She pressed her lips to his, Peter responding immediately by holding onto her hips. The kiss was sloppy and slow, understandably so from the state of them both. No one's lips at ever felt so right on hers; like they were meant to be there.
Peter pulled away when their tongues bumped, breathing heavily and staring at her with wide eyes. Michelle smiled, tilting her head to one side before leaning in again, only to miss and stumble. Her foot hooked around the other and she fell flat onto the bathroom tiles, narrowly escaping the edge of the bathtub, leaving a dumbfounded Peter in her wake.
It took a couple of minutes, but eventually, she started laughing, made Peter help her up and kept drinking.
Perhaps, continuing to drink after hitting her head due to a state induced by the previous drinking, wasn’t her best idea.
The night went on and ended at the point where MJ wound up in the hospital getting her stomach pumped, Peter taking the fall for her and her mom continue to scream about his terrible influence.
“Peter,” MJ whined, bundling up into her duvet as he sat on the end of her bed. “You can’t tell anyone about last night, not that you have anyone to tell besides Ned. Still, not a soul.”
“Why?” Peter laughed. “What’s so bad about last night?”
“It’s embarrassing.” She huffed, pressing a hand to her forehead.
“No, no, no, you don’t have to be embarrassed about it.” Peter snickered.
“Yes, I do! It was awful, I’m such a bad daughter.”
“Well, bad can be good too,” Peter replied, laying down on his side, propping himself up on his elbow.
“No, Peter. Last night was terrible. It never happened.” Michelle quirked a brow at him, begging him with her eyes to go along with it.
“Which-which part was terrible?” He looked down, tugging at a loose thread in her sheets.
“All of it, now again, not a soul. How did we get back anyway?” Michelle asked, sitting up when Peter did.
“May picked us up. I had to give a parents name and obviously, I wasn’t going to put down your mom. She thinks I’m a dropkick, ‘how do you plan on being a doctor if you continue on like this’ blah blah blah.” He laughed slightly as he twiddled his thumbs.
“I’d say don’t listen to her but it’s not like she’s exactly wrong,” Michelle smirked, causing Peter to laugh and shove her jokingly.
“Whatever,” He huffed sarcastically. “May told Tony and Tony said I have to clean his windows for two hours every day until they’re all done.”
“Doesn’t he have like thirty floors?”
“Yep. It’s not that bad, Liz Allen just started interning there.” A dreamy look washed over his face as he smiled at MJ, clearly smitten with the girl he was hoping to see every day.
“Forget about it,” Michelle scoffed and Peter furrowed his brow. “Even I want to fuck her but I’m at an advantage, I’m not a virgin.”
“For your information, she smiles at me in the hallways now and she always talks to me during decathlon practice.”
“Yeah, because you’re a bit further behind than the rest of us,” Michelle joked, pressing a finger to his nose and fake pouting. “Liz just doesn’t want the team to lose.”
“Fuck off,” Peter mumbled and Michelle laughed, pinching his nose. He smiled and grabbed her wrist, initiating a play fight between them. “Don’t you dare touch me again, nerd.”
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Peter and MJ weren’t exactly invited to this event, but they were showing up anyway. Harry Osbourne was holding a ‘get together’ at his massive house in the suburbs. He had a backyard and everything.
When they got there, Peter drifted towards Liz but Michelle, always the one making sure he wasn’t a total loser, dragged him away. They went and talked to Ned and Betty, laughing and sharing a few drinks.
Peter told them about her getting her stomach pumped on her birthday, which earned him a punch on the shoulder. Betty gave her a sympathetic smile while Ned laughed loudly, causing Peter to snicker too. Michelle tried to be angry, but caved, rolling her eyes and letting out a small laugh.
A couple of taps on her shoulder caused her to turn around, interrupting her mid-laugh. There stood Harry Osbourne, in all his glory. She cleared her throat and looked up at him, feeling Peter’s eyes boring into her.
“Hey,” Harry smiled, glancing at Peter before looking back at MJ. “Can we talk?”
“We are.” She deadpanned, a small, sarcastic smile adorning her features.
“Right,” He cleared his throat, looking at Peter again. “Do you want to go to prom with me?”
“I would, but you’re four years too late. I’m going with Peter, sorry.”
“Oh, right, yeah cool. Well, if plans change, you know who to call.” Harry smiled at her, winking before it dropped slightly as he looked at Peter. He cleared his throat and nodded at her before going back to his group of friends.
“So-so why’d you say no?” Peter stammered nervously, pulling at his collar.
“Because we’re going together, that’s always been the plan.” MJ furrowed her brow, confused at his sudden uncertainty.
“Well, it’s just- uh,” He scratched the back of his neck. “You know, I’ve been seeing a lot of Liz lately because of the whole, thing, and uh- word of mouth says that she wants me to take her.”
“Oh,” She gulped but smiled small at him. “Well take her, if you want to.”
“But then who would you go with?” Peter asked after a moment of silence, rolling his lips.
“Peter,” She scoffed. “I just got asked by Harry Osbourne, the hottest and richest guy in our year. Not that either of those things really matter, but at least my photos will look good.”
Peter laughed slightly, making her breath out a laugh too before shoving it down with a sip of her drink. He gulped, looking around and spotting Liz off to the side. She smiled at him and waved, biting her lip. MJ raised her brows, looking back at Peter who was slightly blushing and waving back awkwardly.
“Go ask her, loser.”
“I-” Peter sighed, “so this whole situation is quite convenient for you then?”
“It’s convenient for you too,” She pointed out, before pointing at him and then at her. “Go.”
Peter opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out. Instead, he left, walking up to another girl who was taller than him. Michelle watched on, a lump forming in her throat and a ball in her stomach. She had to turn away when Liz’s excited ‘yeah!’ echoed through the backyard, her lips finding a place on Peter’s blushing cheek.
Michelle walked up to Harry, telling him her plans had changed and she would love to go to prom with him. Would she? Not really, but that was beside the point. Harry smiled and slung an arm over her shoulder, pulling her into his side before leaning in. MJ went along with, placing her lips on his, but it meant nothing.
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Half-way during her exam, someone tapping her thigh was the last thing she wanted. She ignored it for a while, up until the point it got infuriating. Rolling her eyes, she looked to her left and saw Peter with a stupidly wide, boyish grin on his face, holding up a piece of paper under his deck.
‘Guess who got laid last night?’
Michelle’s jaw clenched and she looked at her paper, taking in a deep breath before making sure the teacher wasn’t looking and snatching the paper off him. She scribbled on it hastily before passing it back, looking back at the teacher.
‘Poor girl :(‘
Peter scoffed quietly, passing it back a second later. Michelle sighed quietly, unfolding it, her face dropping and the lump in her throat getting bigger as she read it. Why were her eyes glazing over? It’s not like it would’ve been anyone else.
‘Liz seemed to quite enjoy it, for your information.’
A shadow casting over her paper caused her to look up, her face falling for a different reason at the sight of the teacher looming over her, palm outstretched. Michelle winced and looked at Peter, giving him a pitiful look as she handed the note over, Peter’s eyes widening and his face getting pale.
Their teacher quirked his brow, giving Peter a look before returning to the front of the class. He placed the note under a magnet on the whiteboard. Michelle suddenly hated both of them for having such big handwriting.
“Congratulations, Peter,” He spoke, too loudly, causing the whole class to look up and see the note. Gasps and snickers erupted around the room, causing Peter to groan and Michelle to hold her head in her hands. “I’m sure the principal would love to congratulate you both for finishing your exams in record time.”
Michelle slammed her pencil down, snatching up her bag and storming out of the class, Peter following close behind. She could hear him calling out her name and feel his presence behind her. The one exam Michelle actually cared about, she didn’t care about any of the science exams, that’s not what journalism courses particularly cared about. Of course, it was English, of course.
She ignored Peter, making it very clear, she was not happy. Not just because of her now flunked exam, either.
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Michelle was just shoving an earring in when a knock echoed through the apartment and into her room. She was yelling got her mom to open the door but after no reply, she huffed and opened it. Behind it was a sheepish looking Peter holding up a tie. She finished putting her second earring in and said nothing, leaving the door open while she retreated back to her room, Peter following.
She took her dress off the hanger and gestured for him to turn around. He complied, rocking back and forth on his heels as he listened to her drop her dressing gown to the floor and get into her dress. Peter hummed to himself, running his tie through his hands over and over.
“Zip.” She instructed him, causing him to turn around just as she pulled her hair to the front. Peter walked over and cleared his throat as he did the black dress up, his hand brushing her skin lightly.
When he was done she turned around and Peter looked her up and down, his breath hitching in his throat. Peter tripped over his tongue trying to find the right words to say, he knew Michelle would make fun of him for looking like a goldfish, so he spat it out. “You look really pretty.”
“Therefore I have value?” She quirked a brow and took the tie from him, wrapping it around his neck. Peter laughed nervously.
“You know that’s not what I meant,” He stuttered, only adding fuel to MJ’s smirk.
“I know, I was just messing with you.” She finished putting his tie on and slapped his chest, stepping back. “You look pretty too.”
Peter laughed, running a hand through his hair.
“I missed you, Em.”
“I missed me too,” She smiled, pushing a piece of Peter’s hair behind his ear before leading him to Aunt May’s car, him trailing behind like a lost puppy.
Now, the best part of her night so far had to be sitting in May’s rusty old car, drinking vodka out of MJ’s hip flask that she kept in a garter on her leg. No one would dare touch her there. Peter grimaced every time he took a swig, Michelle laughing at him before making a face of her own.
They had to duck down behind the dashboard to make sure none of the teachers, or narky students, saw them. They had another few minutes before the doors would close and they wouldn’t be allowed in, so they both drank as much as they could in one go, Michelle had to will with all her might to not throw up.
A knock on her window caused them both to jump out of their seats, thank god it was only Harry standing outside. She put the flask away, pushing her dress back down before opening the door and running a hand along her pony-tail and straightening her necklaces. Michelle planted a smile on her face, gave Peter a quick hug before opening the door and stepping out.
She'd forgotten how much effect alcohol had until she stood up, stumbling slightly, Harry catching her with a hand on her waist. Michelle’s heels clomped on the concrete and Peter snorted, causing her to shoot him a nasty glare.
Harry laughed, and she smiled up at him. Peter rolling his eyes as he kissed her. Michelle pulled away quickly, winking at Harry and whispering for him to save it for later. He smirked and led her inside, his hand trailing further down her with every step. She didn’t mind.
“Asshole,” Peter scoffed before getting out and meeting Liz outside, holding her hand on the way in.
MJ had to admit, prom was as pathetic and pointless as she thought it would be. The only reason she actually went was to get laid, and before then, to spend time with Peter. Obviously, that wasn’t happening. She wasn’t sure what made it clear, the fact Liz was eating his face off in the middle of the floor or the fact Harry couldn’t keep his hands off her.
Fuck it, she smiled at Peter, who beamed back and pointed at Liz excitedly. She gasped sarcastically before grabbing Harry’s wrist and dragging him off the dance floor. Thank God, the prom was held at a hotel and she’d forced Harry to get the most expensive suite in the whole place. Perks of having a rich boy tripping over her, she guessed.
On the elevator up, it took mere seconds for him to push her against the wall and slam his mouth onto hers. They kissed sloppily, his hands pushing up her dress and slowly snaking up her thigh, he laughed into her mouth when he felt the flask. She pushed him off, pulling out the flask and taking another swig. She needed it.
The elevator came to a stop and Harry stepped out, holding her hand and looking for their room as fast as he could. When he found it, all the way down the end of the hall, obviously, he swiped the door card and let her in first. At least he had some redeeming qualities, she supposed.
Michelle wasn’t a materialistic person, but holy shit was this place impressive. It must’ve been the size of her entire apartment, with a view that looked over the New York skyline and the biggest TV she’d ever seen. It was a massive open floor plan, the only separate room being the bathroom.
Harry placed a hand on her ass and pushed her in direction of the bed. Michelle reached back, unzipping her dress and kicking off her heels before laying on the bed. Fuck, it was the most comfortable thing she’d ever felt. Michelle suddenly loved Harry Osbourn.
She sat up on her elbows and watched as he kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his shirt, smirking down at her. His hair falling into his face as he fell onto her. As her hands undid his belt, she nearly laughed, Michelle Jones? A white man's whore? Who would’ve guessed?
“You’re so fucking hot, MJ,” Harry sighed as his lips kissed her chest and he pushed down the straps of her dress. (She knows.)
Michelle hummed and tangled a hand in his hair as his mouth met one of her breasts. His hand fondled with the other, rolling it around and god, could he get on with it? She wrapped her legs around his hips and squeezed, trying to get the message across.
She palmed him through his unbuttoned pants, a groan erupting from his throat as he pressed into her hand. Michelle was scared he was going to cum right then and there. So she tugged down on his pants, urging him to stand up and kick them off along with his boxers. She lifted her hips off the bed and pulled her underwear off, watching as he struggled to open a condom.
It took a lot, but she managed to hold back a sigh as he fumbled with it. She leant over his shoulder, him looking back at her a couple of times and trying to hide himself. It wasn’t like it wasn’t big or anything, Michelle appreciated it.
“Do you want me to do it?” She asked, bored.
“Nah, nah,” he huffed, finally rolling it on and hissing when it snapped onto him. “I’m good.”
MJ lay back down on the bed, him crawling over top of her and pulling a sheet over them, kissing her neck as he lined himself up. She nearly whined in anticipation. He slid in slowly and Michelle squeezed her legs together, rolling her head into the pillow as he groaned into her skin.
Harry bottomed out, moaning before pulling out and doing it again, his thrusts increasing with speed each time. Alas, Michelle didn’t feel all the much. She was sprawled out on the sheets, Harry a sweaty, moaning mess above her.
This time she couldn’t help the sigh that escaped her mouth but Harry took it the wrong way, or rather, the right way. He grunted and smiled smugly, “You like that?”
“Oh, yeah,” She whispered sarcastically and ground up into him in an attempt to feel some kind of actual pleasure. She would've felt bad for almost laughing when he let out a long, loud moan, thrusting into her one last time before collapsing next to her, but she didn’t.
“That was so good,” Harry said, out of breath and looked at her. She smiled and hummed and placed a hand on his chest, planning to try convince him to do something, anything else to her.
Her fingers traced down his chest daintily, slipping under the sheets. Harry made a noise of approval and smirked down at her. However, something stopped her. Something was missing, with her hand wrapped around him, she noticed the absence of a rather important piece of latex.
“Where is it?” She asked, her forehead creased.
“Where is what?” He furrowed his brows.
“The condom?” Michelle panicked and lifted up the sheets to confirm that, indeed, it wasn’t where it was supposed to be. “Where is it? Harry, where is it?”
“Well, I don’t know--” He watched with a hint of annoyance as MJ scrambled through the sheets, trying to find it.
“Well, it can’t just disappear!” She hissed, her eyes going wide with realisation. She looked under the sheet at herself, her hand going between her thighs.
“ Fuck .”