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|—||Augusten Burrough (via ohlovequotes)|
Peter looked at the house before him, it was very familiar. It probably helped that he’d never moved-no he moved to her when his parents had left him with his Aunt and Uncle and…never came back.
He frowned at the thoughts and shook his head, “Sure I can remember that stuff..” He mumbled but nodded and went up to the door and opened it tentatively. He walked in and looked around a little bit, “Alright…my room;s up stairs…I’ve had it since I was little.” He was mostly saying to himself, just to confirm that he knew it.
"Peter, is that you? Are you home dear?"
"Oh-uhhh hey Aunt May, yeah…it’s me-umm this is Amando. I’m not not remembering if you’ve met.."
Amando chuckled and grimaced, “Peter here hit his head on the wall surrounding the school pretty hard. Has a bit of amnesia after getting his concussion dealt with. I’m following him around to make sure that he’s a-okay, Mrs. Parker!” He told her as he shook her hand, grinning like a huge dork. “The doctors told me to take him home and make sure that he’s in familiar surroundings for a bit to help clear up the amnesia.”
She shook his hand, her gaze staying on Peter with worried eyes. “Oh Peter!” She said, quickly embracing her nephew and kissing his head. “Is that where you’ve been? Sweetie, why didn’t anyone call me? Did you walk here? I would have come to pick you up. Dear, I’ve told you to be more careful.
Peter was a little surprised at the hug, but soon melted into it and hugged her back. “I’m sorry…I can’t really answer any of that…” He said with a sigh, he’d been wondering the same thing really. “I’m alright though…I mean for the most part…it’s really the majority of the past few years I don’t remember…though everything is kinda fuzzy..” He explained. She pulled back, keeping her hands on his shoulders as she looked him over.
"Alright…why don’t you go up to your room and I’ll cook up one of your favorite dishes? Mary Jane called, you weren’t answering your phone and I guess I know why now, she would probably be able to help too. You’ve been friends since you were little." She told him, reaching up to pet his hair fondly.
"MJ? Alright, that sounds good…but I don’t know if I’m quite hungry yet…"