Chapter 2
"This is so weird." Peter hissed. Harry nodded from his side. They had gone to a rather small elementary school, but their high school was ginormous. People bustled past each other quickly, packed in the halls like sardines. Similarly lost freshman stood scattered around, looking at their schedules with perplexed looks on their faces.
"I think we have English next." Harry said, pulling up a picture of their schedule on his phone. He was once again grateful to come from such a wealthy family, having convinced his father to use his pull to give Peter and him identical schedules. "Room 926. Where are we right now?"
Peter turned to the nearest door and groaned. "127. We'll never get there on time." Harry rolled his eyes, grabbing Peter's hand and pulling him through the crowded hallway towards the stairs. They scurry up several floors, finally reaching their classroom only a minute after the bell rang. They sat in the back, and neither of them stopped thinking about it the rest of the day.
During lunch, they had to walk around for a quarter of the period to find an empty table. There were large circle tables in the middle of the cafeteria, but by the back there were smaller, square tables with only six seats per table. Harry sat across from Peter and they started to eat. That was how they always sat, and it had somehow gotten to the point where Peter was mildly uncomfortable if someone else sat directly across from him.
Someone pulled the seat next to Harry and sat down in it. A girl with platinum blonde hair dropped her lunch in front of her and said, in a fake British accent "Do you mind? Everywhere else is full." Both Harry and Peter snorted at the reference, and she grinned. "The name's Gwen. Stacy, that is."
"This is Peter Parker," Harry said, motioning at Peter. Then he motioned to himself, "and I'm Harry Osborn. Nice to meet you, Stacy. Welcome to the Nerd Table, patent pending." Gwen snorted, then immediately ruffled in her bag for a notebook. She pulled it out, then whirled on Harry.
"Can I ask you some questions about the morals your company upholds when it comes to manufacturing it's products?"
"Uh," Harry stared. "I can tell you this right now, I don't know shit about fuck." Peter snorted. When he had met Harry, the boy had been all prim and proper and afraid to break a singe rule. It's safe to say that Peter was incredibly proud of his influence on the heir. "My dad barely lets me in the Oscorp building. Best I could do is try to get him to give us a field trip."
She looks disappointed, but she only grabs her sandwich and starts eating it, clattering her notebook on the table carelessly. "Nerd Table, huh? Alright then, lay the nerd shit on me. Best Star Wars movie and why. Go." Immediately, Harry and Peter started talking at the same time, rambling over each other and disagreeing on the movies. Then they turned on each other and continued what was clearly a long going debate on this topic. Gwen let out a loud cackle and just observed.
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"Are you sure about this?" Peter asked, being pulled by Gwen and Harry on either side, digging his heels into the ground. He imagines that if he were a cartoon, he would have already ran them through the floor. Unfortunately, they overpowered him and his hands were too full to fight back.
So that's how he got in front of his apartment door, holding a cake that was frosted in blue, purple, and pink icing that the three of them just spent three hours making in the Osborn house. It should not have taken that long, but they got distracted and had a food fight and then cleaning up that food fight (while listening to Harry complain about just getting one of the housekeepers to do it), and then they made the cake. He balanced the cake precariously in one hand while he dug his apartment key out of his pocket.
"Hey, I'm home. I brought Gwen and Harry with me." He calls to the apartment. He slides the cake on the table as he gets shouts back of acknowledgement from May, from the bedroom, and Ben, from his office. "Could you guys come in here really fast?" Harry and Gwen both gave him enthusiastic thumbs up, Gwen doing so around her own cake (colored to match the lesbian flag), which they were going to deliver to her parents next. Harry hadn't made a cake, because his father couldn't have cared less about who he was dating, he said.
May came in first, shuffling her hands on her skirt. Ben followed shortly thereafter, stretching his arms as he came through the hallway. "What's up, tesero?" May asks, quickly catching the look of anxiety on her nephew's face. He grabbed the cake and pushed it towards them nervously, letting them read the CONGRATS ON RAISING A BISEXUAL DISASTER off the top of the cake.
Ben immediately starts laughing and May slaps him on the arm playfully before carefully removing the cake from Peter's hands and dropping it on the table. She tackled him in a bear hug. "I'm proud of you, Peter. Your parents would be too." She whispered to him. When Ben joined their hug, he said "Man, your dad would've loved this. Bisexual is in the Parker blood, I'm telling you." Which is how he found out that both his uncle and his father were also bisexual, and also that May is pansexual, and his mother was queer. In the blood, indeed.
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Sitting on rooftops was Peter's favorite hobby. He talked big game about Star Wars and the Avengers and science, but nothing would ever beat this. It was a Friday night (or Saturday morning depending on how you looked at it), which meant Peter was staying the night at the Osborn mansion. It was a really big house, but the roof has always been his favorite part. He and Harry had spent the night up there, talking about nothing in particular. Harry had fallen asleep nearly an hour ago now, so Peter was watching the stars.
They were always hard to see in the city, but even dull they comforted any fears he may have. He was terrified, because Gwen recently brought to his attention that he's into Harry like a crazy amount and he has absolutely no clue how to deal with that. "Pete?" Harry called groggily from his pile of pillows and blankets. "What're you doin'?" His voice, thick with sleep, made Peter's heart clench.
As soon as she had pointed it out, Peter had become astutely aware of his reactions to everything Harry does. His heart clenches and skips beats. He flushes an turns red. He shuts down and stops thinking. He wondered exactly how long he had been in love with Harry. "Just looking, Har. Go back to sleep." He dismisses, but Harry is already standing up. He's wrapped himself up in the biggest, fluffiest blanket on the roof, his blonde hair is ridicoulously messy, and he's mid-yawn and Peter wants to kiss him so bad that it aches.
"No, I know that face. What's on your mind?" Harry asks, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Peter sighs. There hasn't been a single time he'd been able to hide something from Harry. He needs to get better at that if he's gonna be able to keep a lid on this.
"Alright." He bites his lip and looks at Harry from the corners of his eyes. "There's this guy."
Harry visibly deflates. "Oh, yeah?" He says, sounding chipper. Peter knows him well enough to know what's the difference between his happy voice and his Yeah-No-I'm-Fine-Stop-Worrying-About-Me happy voice. "Tell me about him."
"Well, he's sweet. Cares about me. Nice, funny." He chances a glance sideways before he continues. "Blonde, taller than me, but not by a lot. Beautiful blue eyes. Super rich. Lets me look at the stars on his roof." Harry inhales sharply, and Peter can't tell if it's a good thing. He continues. "Really cute. Thinks New Hope is better than Empire Strikes Back, but I'm willing to overlook it."
Harry chuckles. "You're an asshole, y'know that?" But before Peter can snark him back, he kisses him. It's rough at first, but it settles quickly into a soft, loving thing that Peter never wants to end. Unfortunately, Harry pulls away and they lean their foreheads against each other. "So this guy of yours.. you think you would want to be his boyfriend?" He breathes.
Peter's saying yes before he even finishes asking.