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**Peter's POV**

So, Cindy is now officially my girlfriend, but I haven't told anyone yet. I've been calling Gwen and MJ my girlfriends for years, but I never made it official. Today, I invited them to the park to clear my feelings.

Gwen arrived first. She was wearing a chic floral sundress with a fitted denim jacket and ankle boots that gave her a relaxed yet stylish look. The delicate choker necklace she wore shimmered in the sunlight, and her cute backpack added a touch of playfulness to her ensemble. I greeted her with a warm smile and motioned for her to take a seat on the park bench, telling her MJ would be joining us soon. She looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and concern, her brow furrowing slightly, but she sat down obediently, glancing around as she waited.

A few minutes later, MJ strolled up. She wore a light denim jacket over a white crop top that exposed her midriff, paired with high-waisted mom jeans that accentuated her figure. Her trendy sneakers completed the outfit, adding a modern edge. As I greeted her and asked her to sit next to Gwen, she shot me a questioning look, clearly taken aback by my serious tone. She settled beside Gwen, and both of them exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of worry and anticipation.

"I wanted to talk about something serious," I began, my voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of nervousness. "You both are growing up so fast, becoming more beautiful and incredible every day." Their cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment, their eyes reflecting the maturity they've gained over the years. "I want to clear up some feelings I've been carrying."

**Gwen's POV**

Peter has always made jokes about having four girlfriends, referring to us as his number one and two girlfriends. As we've grown older, my feelings for him have deepened. I always enjoyed our time together, but his recent serious demeanor made me rethink everything. It was as if his playful words were now taking on a new, more profound meaning.

**MJ's POV**

Peter's jokes about having four girlfriends and calling us his top two had always seemed like harmless banter. However, as I matured, I realized I had feelings for him that went beyond friendship. His serious tone now made me anxious. Was he really serious, or was this just another one of his elaborate jokes?

**Peter's POV**

As they sat in contemplation, I took a deep breath and continued, "I've always said I would have four partners, and I want to make it clear that I was never joking about that. Spending time with you both has made me realize that my feelings are genuine. I love you both deeply, not just as a childish infatuation, but with all my heart."

Their eyes widened with surprise, and a heavy silence settled over us.

"I know you're both 13 now, and I want you to understand that I'm not playing with your feelings. I will eventually have two more partners, but if you like me and want to be my official girlfriends, please think about it over the next few days. Take two or three days to sort out your feelings. If you decide against it, I'll respect your decision and continue to care for you both. But I hope you'll consider saying yes." With that, I stood up, gave them a final reassuring smile, and left for home.

When I arrived home, Uncle Ben was busy mowing the lawn while Aunt May sat nearby with a jug of lemonade, enjoying the warm afternoon. I greeted them with my usual banter, "You two are getting old! Maybe you should stop flirting in public."

Uncle Ben grinned widely. "Old? I'm still young. If you don't believe me, just ask your aunt." He yelped as Aunt May playfully smacked him on the back.

"Not in front of Peter. He's still young and impressionable," she scolded with a mock frown.

"I'm old enough to know what happens behind closed doors," I retorted, giving Uncle Ben a high five.

Aunt May's frown deepened. "A 13-year-old shouldn't know such things."

"I'm an anomaly," I said, making Uncle Ben laugh heartily.

Uncle Ben noticed my serious expression and raised an eyebrow. "What kind of trouble are you in now?"

"How can you assume I'm in trouble?" I protested, trying to sound innocent.

Aunt May chimed in, "Last time, you blew up the microwave trying to build a time machine."

"That wasn't my fault! I was trying to see if I could get future tech from my future self to save time on my inventions. It didn't work out, unfortunately," I explained, feeling a bit defensive.

I took a deep breath and decided to share my thoughts. "I just confessed to MJ and Gwen about my feelings for them. I'm worried they might say no. I feel selfish wanting four girlfriends, but I want them to know I genuinely care about them."

Ben and May both enveloped me in a supportive hug. "You did the right thing by being honest with them," Ben said. "We're proud of you for that."

"Are you really serious about having four girlfriends?" Ben asked, glancing at May. "From my experience, I can barely handle this one."

May smacked him playfully again. "Am I that difficult to handle?"

"Of course not," Ben replied with a wink. "Just joking."

"I'm serious about this relationship and won't back down," I declared with conviction.

"Don't be afraid. The worst they could say is no. If they do, just keep pursuing them if that's what you want," Ben advised.

"I will. There's no way I'm letting anyone else have them," I said with a confident grin.

"Possessive much?" May teased, a twinkle of amusement in her eye.

"Now that's what I call a man," Ben said, nodding approvingly.

"I've built tons of gadgets, but now I'm praised as a man," I joked, and we spent the rest of the day laughing and teasing each other, the atmosphere light and filled with warmth.

**Gwen's POV**

That evening, I sat down with my dad, George Stacy, in the cozy living room. We had a quiet moment together, the room filled with the soft glow of the lamp. "Dad, what is love?" I asked, my voice carrying a hint of uncertainty.

He looked thoughtful, his gaze distant as he recalled memories. "Love is a complex feeling, Gwen. It's about caring deeply for someone, wanting to protect them, and being there for them no matter what. I fell for your mother because she was kind, strong, and had a heart of gold. We supported each other through everything."

"How did you know you loved her?" I pressed, eager for insight.

"It was a feeling that grew over time. The more we were together, the more I realized I couldn't imagine my life without her. Do you have someone in mind?" he asked, his voice gentle.

I nodded, a nervous smile playing on my lips. "Peter. He's always been there for me, and I think I've fallen for him."

George smiled warmly. "Peter's a good kid. If he makes you happy and treats you right, follow your heart. But remember, love is about mutual respect and understanding."

"Thanks, Dad," I said, hugging him tightly. "I think I know what I need to do."

In his mind, George thought with a hint of protectiveness, "That kid better not hurt my princess. He's a good kid, but if he makes her cry, he's in trouble."

**MJ's POV**

That evening, I approached my mom, who was lounging on the couch, absorbed in her book. The living room was softly lit, creating a warm and intimate atmosphere. "Mom, can I ask you something?" I asked hesitantly.

She looked up from her book, her eyes filled with curiosity. "Of course, sweetheart. What's on your mind?"

"What is love?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly with anxiety.

She put her book down, her expression turning reflective. "Love is a deep connection with someone. It's about trust, respect, and caring for each other. I loved your father once, but people change. Love can evolve, but it's also about cherishing the good memories."

"How did you know you loved him?" I inquired, hoping for some clarity.

"There was a time when he was kind and supportive. We shared dreams and hopes. But love is about finding someone who respects and supports you, even if things change," she said, her voice tinged with sadness. I understood why, given her past experiences.

"Do you have someone in mind?" she asked gently.

I nodded, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. "Peter. He's always been there for me, and I think I love him."

She smiled through her tears. "Peter's a good boy. If he makes you happy and treats you well, you should go for it. Just remember that love is about mutual respect and understanding."

"Thanks, Mom," I said, hugging her tightly. "I think I know what I need to do."

**Peter's POV**

The next day at school was a blur of anticipation and distraction. My mind kept drifting back to my conversation with Gwen and MJ. I knew I had to give them space, but the waiting was agonizing. I tried to keep myself occupied, but it was hard to focus on anything else.

Finally, the third day arrived. After school, I made my way to the park where I had first confessed my feelings. My heart pounded in my chest as I approached the familiar bench. Gwen and MJ were already there, sitting side by side, their expressions serious.

"Hey," I

 greeted, trying to keep my voice steady despite the nervous tremor.

"Hey, Peter," they replied in unison, their faces reflecting the gravity of the moment.

"We've thought about what you said," Gwen began, her voice soft but firm.

"And we have our answer," MJ added, her eyes meeting mine with a mix of determination and affection.

I held my breath, my heart racing as I waited for their response. Before I could process anything further, they suddenly leaned in and kissed me on the lips, first Gwen and then MJ. The kiss was tender and full of emotion, conveying more than words ever could.