I OWN NOTHING
SO YEAH NEW STORY; THIS TAKES PLACE RIGHT AFTER SEASON FOUR OF KIM POSSIBLE, RON AND KIM ARE NOT TOGETHER, PETER AND MJ/GWEN STACY ARE NOT TOGETHER. ALSO, I DELETED THIS FOR A WHILE BECAUSE I THOUGHT THAT I'D NEVER FINISH IT DUE TO SCHOOL/WORK, BUT I DECIDED THAT I COULDN'T NOT FINISH IT. IT'S THE SAME STORY, NOTHING CHANGES, EXCEPT FOR SOME MINOR CHANGES HERE AND THERE. WELCOME BACK!
ALSO, I DELETED THIS FOR A WHILE BECAUSE I THOUGHT THAT I'D NEVER FINISH IT DUE TO SCHOOL/WORK, BUT I DECIDED THAT I COULDN'T NOT FINISH IT. IT'S THE SAME STORY, NOTHING CHANGES, EXCEPT FOR SOME MINOR CHANGES HERE AND THERE. WELCOME BACK!
Peter backed into the driveway of his new home. He looked over to the passenger's seat, seeing his sweet, elderly aunt grinning from ear to ear.
"Are you excited, Peter?"
He had been accepted into Middleton Institute of Science and Technology's biochemistry program, the best in the world for what he wanted to study, with enough scholarship money to cover him for all four years of his undergraduate and then some. He would have been stupid to pass up that chance, but at the time he received his letter he was living all the way across the country. He couldn't just leave his aunt whom he owed the world to, so he compromised by bringing her too. He used what he saved from his pizza deliveries and newspaper photographs to pay for the move while his aunt paid for the shipping of their bigger items along with the house rent with her retirement funds. She needed to move anyway; the air in the inner city of New York was doing carnage to her lungs and being in the suburbs with fresh air and a neighborhood would do her some good. "I'm ecstatic," Peter said with a grin. He opened his car door; well, it was his aunt's old pick-up truck, but she was well past the age of driving. He took a look at his new home in the middle of the street. The neighbors' house to his left was on a very steep hill surrounded by lemon trees and a more golden-looking sidewalk due to the sun shining directly onto it. It quickly became apparent why the house Peter and May found was significantly cheaper than the other houses in the neighborhood. "Do you like it, Aunt May?"
May looked at the very stylish, two-story house with a white painted, smooth exterior with a large, beige garage door and two square windows under the slanted ceiling that led into the master and secondary bedroom. "I simply love it, Peter," she said, wiping off her forehead of sweat. "We must go inside; I have to get out of this heat. We are from New York, you know."
"I'll start carrying boxes then," Peter said, handing her a set of keys. "Why don't you go inside? Have a look around? The owner of this place left us his dining table, so sit in the kitchen when you're feeling tired, alright?"
"I'll call you when I'm done searching for problem," May said with a chuckle, tugging at Peter's cheek. "Now get to lifting; we don't have all day and you need to buy your books and make sure you know exactly where your classes are and-"
"I have a week until class begins, Aunt May," Peter said half laughing, "relax a little-"
"The faster we can get this done, the sooner we'll be touring campus!" May said, hobbling toward the sidewalk leading up to the front door next to the garage and inward about fifteen feet.
Peter watched May's frail, skinny body slowly make her way from the driveway to the door and enter the house. He turned back to the red pick-up truck still rumbling with automated anticipation and he stuck his hand in the driver's window, taking the car keys out and killing the engine. He looked at the back of the truck, seeing about twenty boxes stacked in an arrangement so he could still see out the back window. Yellow rope tied the boxes down. Peter looked up at the clear, sunny blue sky. "It's a shame that this won't take very long," he said under his breath, untying the rope and picking up a relatively large box from the center of the three frontal stacks. He turned around and started carrying it across the freshly cut lawn that parted into shrubbery hugging the sides of the garage leading up to the front door and small Dandelion patches leading between Peter and his neighbor's house to the fenced in backyards.
"Good afternoon, neighbor!" a man's voice from the neighbor's front lawn said cheerily. "Welcome to Colorado!"
Peter turned his head to the left and saw a tall, skinny, fair-skinned man in his early to mid forties with short brown hair said. He had blue eyes and a wide jaw; he wore a black and white suit without the jacket and a thin, black tie. The sleeves were rolled up from the wrist, just before his elbows. He instantly recognized the man and suddenly felt inadequate. "Doctor Possible?" Peter gasped. "It's such an honor to meet you!" Peter said with a grin, putting down his box for a moment. "I read all of your journals as a kid, joined ACS and attended every meeting you spoke at, attended all of your New York presentations-"
"It's good to see there are still fans of my work," Doctor Possible said with a pearly white grin.
"It's very nice to meet you, doctor," Peter said, sticking out his hand.
Doctor Possible received it and shook the young man's hand. Peter winced a little bit at the surprising firmness of the grip. "Sorry about that," the doctor chuckled, releasing the boy. "I have a bit of a strong handshake."
"Well, you gotta appreciate that," Peter said, shaking it off. "I'm Peter Parker."
"Peter Parker?" Possible said, rubbing his chin, "where have I heard that name before?" He glanced over Peter's head at the pile of boxes in the back of his truck. "You need some help there?"
"No, I got it," Peter said, "but thanks!"
"Are you sure?" the doctor said. "I've got a few minutes before I have to get to the lab."
Peter turned to look at the rest of the boxes. "I couldn't trouble you with that, doctor," Peter said.
"I'll just get the boys." A small grin stretched across his face. He turned toward his sleek, split-level house and up into the open window of the second floor. "Jim! Tim! Come down here and help out the new neighbor with a few boxes!"
Two preteens' brown-haired, blue-eyed heads popped out of the window. They had their father's complexion and frame. Their faces were turned into frowns. "Dad, come on! This is the best part of the show! Can the Carrybot do it?"
The doctor rolled his eyes. "No, you have to learn to do things without your technology, whether you built it or not."
They rolled their eyes too, just like their father. "Fine, we'll be down in a second." They disappeared in the house and Peter could see them running out of the house then down the hill. They looked up at their dad. "I'm here," they said in unison.
"Say hello to Peter Parker," Bob said, half-pushing the young boys toward Peter.
"Hi," they said quickly, briskly walking to the back of the car. They obviously did everything together; their outfits, hairstyles, and even their agitated walks were the same.
The doctor chuckled nervously. "Don't mind the attitude, you know how preteens are."
"Oh, it's fine," Peter said, "I remember when I was their age."
"That doesn't seem too long ago," Possible said, heading toward the back of Peter's car anyway. "Are your parents inside?" he asked, picking up two boxes in a stack and carrying them toward the house.
Peter decided to place another box on top of his and carry it inside. The twins followed him with one box. "My parents," Peter paused. "They died when I was four."
"Oh," Possible said, slowing to a stop for a brief second. "I'm sorry," he said solemnly.
"Don't apologize," Peter said. "I live with my Aunt now; she's retired. I had two jobs through high school, but we moved."
"Where are you from, then?" Doctor Possible asked as he entered the empty house with white walls and wooden floors, his voice bouncing off the walls.
"Queens," Peter said.
"You're from New York and you drove here?" Tim or Jim exclaimed. "Why would you ever do that?"
The four boys turned around and walked out of the house. "Middleton's offering me a spot in their biochemistry program," Peter said, "my Aunt called me stupid for even considering turning down an offer like that."
"You got that right," the doctor said, taking two more boxes. Peter and the teens took in the rest of the boxes and Aunt May came from the kitchen where she had already unpacked most of the kitchenware with three cups of water for the Possibles.
"I know it's not much," May said, slowly returning to the kitchen to unpack more, "but thank you so much for this."
"It's no problem," the doctor said with a grin. "Alright, Jim, Tim, you can go-"
The boys were gone before he even finished his sentence.
The doctor quickly turned back around to the new neighbors as if he remembered something important. "By the way, uh, the wife wanted me to invite you two to dinner at our house, so if you don't have any plans-"
"That would be swell," May said, "when should we arrive?"
"Six o'clock," Doctor Possible said definitively. "I have to go. See you then!"
The Possibles left and minutes later the Parkers could hear the sound of the doctor's car speeding off.
"They were awfully nice to do that," May said with a pleasant smile. "I hope you didn't ask for help."
"They offered," Peter chuckled nervously. "I'll start setting up your room upstairs," he said, stacking seven boxes with one one top containing two rollout mattresses. He went into May's room and set her up right next to the bathroom with the bed by the door. He opened the boxes for her but left the contents inside; she hated when he unpacked her things. He took the remaining mattress and three boxes into his room where he would spend his weekends from school. It was spacious enough, about the size of the average dorm room, with a window next to where he laid the mattress and a circle shaped window that paralleled the one next door. The sun shined through the window and he moved over to the window, examining a long crack down the center. He'd have to call the homeowner about that. He looked out the window and found the blinds to that room closed. He chuckled a little, imagining that the redhead bombshell next door would whip open the curtains during one of her dance parties and fall over awkwardly like she did in New York. Peter would really miss his friends.
Peter felt a powerful shock run down his spine and before he knew it, he was already down the stairs and behind May in the kitchen. He removed the step stool in front of her that would have tripped her. He grinned to himself. "Still got it."
May jumped. "Oh! Don't sneak up on me like that, Peter!" she said, turning around and hugging him. "Did you hook up the television yet? You know I can't miss Everyone in the Household."
"I'll get right on it," Peter said, running up the stairs in relief. He came back down the stairs three hours later. Peter had really set it up in May's room. Besides for the lack of her most prized possessions, it was just like home.
KINDA SLOW OPENING BUT DON'T WORRY, TELL ME YOUR THOUGHTS, PREDICTIONS, ETC IN A REVIEW PLEASE, THANKS!