MJ & Peter
The night dragged on, hours spilling into hours as the seniors and their dates celebrated the last throes of their high school careers. There was everything you could expect from a high school senior prom: fights, crying in the stalls, drunken fools, kids smoking in corners where the chaperons couldn't see. It was fun, if a little typical, and if you searched for what you were looking for in the evening, whether it was times with friends or a final hurrah with an old fling, you probably could find it. At least, that was what MJ thought.
Eventually, Midtown's favorite redhead disconnected herself from the flow and press of bodies in the dancefloor and wandered off to the side. Cheeks flushed red, but otherwise just as put-together as when she stepped out of the limousine at the beginning of the night. She was determined to have the best night of her life. Things at home were tense, and she knew, somehow she knew, that this was her last hurrah in New York, too. Well, she hadn't made a final decision, and maybe she'd stay for a while, but she needed to leave, didn't she? Needed to escape her father and those nagging feelings for Peter and Flash behind in the concrete jungle.
And, speak of the devil (or at least one of them), and he shall appear, and that the spider did with his swoop of hair and his back turned to her. Though it wasn't her Peter, she still wasn't convinced of that, she could recognize that muss of hair anywhere. That was a shared Peter trait, she was convinced. She leaned in over his shoulder and whispered into his ear, "How'd I know I'd find you on the sidelines, tiger?"