Re: Dance Floor: Kitty & Peter
Peter had kind of been bouncing around a little bit, which was definitely a new feeling. Maybe he wasn't a wallflower, but he'd also never really considered himself much of a partier. No, 'party animal' and 'Peter Parker', despite the fact that they were two phrases that both consisted of two words and started with a P, really had very little in common.
He was enjoying prom, though, something he wouldn't have expected as a freshman who was regularly introduced face first to toilets and trash cans by Flash Thompson. He had friends, now, despite the fact that things were weird and people were from different timelines and stuff. Still. The limo ride had been fun enough that it had almost made him forget almost everyone was going to leave town at the end of the summer. Weird.
Seeing Kitty was a strange, slightly out of body experience. It was Kitty - he recognized her immediately - but it wasn't. Like with MJ, and Gwen, and Harry, everybody was who they should be, but also someone else entirely, with different histories and different stories to tell. He might never fully get used to that.
He brushed it aside for the moment, though. Not important. He tapped Kitty on the shoulder before suavely sliding into her field of view. "Heeeey."