The man always woke up late and got off to a late start everyday. He had turned his alarm off three different times before finally managing to get out of bed on the fourth try. His head was pounding and he soon realized that he shouldn't have had those few last shots. Wiping his eyes and putting some gel in his hair, he moved to put on his business suit. A phone call from Pepper, telling him everything was in order, and a nice breakfast of whiskey and eggs later, he was off. Moving quickly back upstairs, he took another look at himself in the mirror and smiled. "Damn, I look good." Looking at the clock, he saw that he was already late, though he ran the damn business, so he was allowed to be late. At least, that was his thoughts. Moving back to the girl in the bed, he kissed her on the cheek and sighed. "I gotta go babe." He said to the blonde, brushing her hair out of her face and planting another kiss on her lips. "I'll be back tonight." He said as he covered her back up and moved downstairs, getting into the limo, and going to Stark Industries for another day of work.
It was another day of school for Peter Parker. He sighed as he sat in class and took notes for his test that next day. Of course, he thought about MJ, but he had other things to worry about that day. He made it pretty much through the day without anyone talking to him or touching him, and he moved toward the pay phone, sighing as he input his dollar and dialled MJ's number. After getting her message system, he let out a sigh. "Hey, MJ, it's Peter." He started, with a pause. He didn't know how to break it to her, so his voice was very shaky. "Look, I can't go to your show tonight." He said with another sigh. "I will still pick you up after, I just. . . I'm busy alright. Love you. Peter." He said finally as he hung up. With another sigh, he punched his locker. This relationship with Mary Jane was slipping through his fingers. He hated to do these things to her, but most of the time he had no choice. It wasn't as though he was cheating on her or doing anything along those lines, but he just didn't have the time. What between being Spiderman, studying, and hanging out with MJ, one of those things had to take the back seat.<|im_end|>
The blonde's eyes opened to reveal a bright shade of green when she felt his lips against hers. He was late again, and sometimes she didn't understand the logic of setting an alarm clock if you weren't going to get up for it. As he left, she slowly sat up in the creamy sea of satin that was their love nest. Felicia had been dating Tony for three months now, probably her longest and most successful relationship with one of the most successful men in New York. Rolling out of bed, she headed to the shower to prepare for her day. That's when she realized she was naked. Just what exactly did we do last night? A soft smile graced her fine features as she tip-toed across the marble floor and turned on the shower. A thick spray of steam water would soon relax the muscles in her body. Sometimes she believed Tony's sheets were too soft. It had been like this for several weeks. She would come over and spend Friday nights with him, dining and drinking from the comfort of his home. Felicia believed Tony was an excessive drinker though he didn't think so. Maybe one day she could persuade him not to drink so much. Hoping into the shower, she washed all the impurities off her body and thought about today and last night. A blush crept onto her cheeks. Tony was quite a lover; hell, he had practice in it, and so did she. Honestly, she didn't think he and her would have lasted this long, but there was something about him besides the obvious that held her to him. Probably the same thing that made her mother detests him. She wasn't sure it was love, but it was definitely a strong attraction. Soon afterward, she hopped out of the shower and got dressed. A black blouse, white skirt, and red heels grabbing her purse, she was off. Tony wasn't the only one who would be making headlines today.
Mj was at the local theater rehearsing for tonight's show. All sorts of emotions had been eating at her all day. Her thoughts jumped from one thing to another. First Peter, then the show, back to the night when Spiderman had saved her life for like the fifth time in the past two months, back to Peter, and so on.
"Mj," someone yelled.
She didn't know what was going on with Peter lately. Well not just lately - he seemed so out of it. Whenever she tried to tell him something, his head would be up in the clouds. Whenever she tried to surprise him, he would smile, but his smile seemed sad. She didn't even know it was possible to smile sadly. Ever since Uncle Ben died, she figured a piece of Peter had gone with him, and who could blame him? They were so close, yet they seemed to be growing further apart.
"Mj!" her partner yelled again. The redhead snapped back into reality. "Sorry!" she said, continuing to rehearse. Wondering if he had called her name.<|im_end|>