Remember You
“Dad, c’mon the marshmallows are better like this!”
“No, son, how many times have I told you? It’s going to be burnt.”
“That’s the point, DAD! Peter, a little help here?”
“Hm, nahhh. You got this!”
“REALLY?! Traitor.”
“Ok, son, let me teach you how to make marshmallows the correct way.”
“... Which is my way?”
“No.”
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“Really, Mr. Parker? Mr. Osborn? I expected much more from you both. You are our star students after all.`”
“Mr. Brown, you have to understand, Harry was-”
“And I’m sure Mr. Osborn could’ve handled it by himself. Without violence.”
“But, Mr. Brown, if you were there, you would have seen that he had hit me first, and then Peter stepped in to help me!”
“While I understand that he engaged first, Mr. Osborn, that still does not give Mr. Parker here a right to engage and actively break school policy…”
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“Ah- S-Sorry I’m late Har-”
“Oh, stop feeling sorry for yourself! C’mon! We can’t be late!”
Walking… Running? Sprinting.
“They’re already playing slow dance music…? I thought it was supposed to be the last prom song..”
“Can I treat you to this dance, ‘Madam Parker?’”
“Pfft. Don’t ever call me like that again. But sure, why not, ‘Sir Osborn.’”
“Ew. Never call me that again!”
The smell of a sweet, flowery cologne.
Hair brushing against my cheek.
I feel- Felt. Content.
“I.. Love you…”
That can’t be..?
I don’t remember that being said.
“I love you, Harry… I love you so much that it hurts..”