Morning
Sometime during the middle of the night, I roll over and Peter is gone.
“Crap!” I exclaim and I jump out of bed. I start searching for him all over the house but he isn’t there.
I start searching for the keys. About 20 minutes later I find the keys in a vase by my dad’s bookshelf.
I’m off to find Peter.
Well, as soon as I find a comfy, warm jacket, a beanie and some gloves.
♂
I’ve been driving carefully through this snowfall, enjoying the heat circulating in my car, praying that I am going to find Peter.
“Come on, please let me find this man.” I chant relentlessly.
A few minutes later, I see someone trudging through the snow.
It’s Peter.
I catch up to him and roll the passenger’s side window down.
"I know that I'm the last person you want to hear from at the moment, but you've been walking for what, approximately an hour and a half? According to my speedometer, you've walked nearly 2 miles, and I hate to break this to you, but the next nearest gas station is 18 miles from away, so you do the math.” I tell him from inside my warm and toasty vehicle.
"I'd rather die from the tundra from this goddamn snow." Peter responds angrily, visibly shaking from the cold weather.
“Look, why don't you come back to the house? I'll make you some tea with bourbon in it, or some hot chocolate with mini marshmallows on it? Please?" I beg my Peter. “Pretty please, Pete?" Suddenly he stops and turns to look directly at me, anger flashing through his eyes.
"Fine!" He says begrudgingly.
"Yes! Score one for Harry Osborn!" I cheer happily as he finally decided entered my car.
"You...are...the...fucking...devil!" He sneered angrily.
‘If looks can kill…’ I thought to myself before I started to drive again.
A few minutes later, we are back at the cabin.
“So, hot chocolate?” I ask him as I turn the car off.
He glares out the windshield, and exits the car without even acknowledging me and marches right back in the house.
“Well, at least I offered.” I tell myself as I exit my own car.
♂
The next morning, I woke up, got dressed and made my way to the living. As I am about to sit down next to my dad’s empty arm chair, my phone rings.
“Why?” I silently ask myself as I rush towards my jacket that is hanging by the front door. Only Felicia would call at a bad time. It never fails.
At least no one can hear my phone ringing or vibrating loudly.
I put on my jacket and I step outside.
“Hello?”
“Hey it's me, Baby Cakes.” Felicia greets. “What happened to you yesterday? You looked kinda strange and then I turned around and you were gone. Are you OK?”
“Yeah! I'm fine!” I hurriedly tell her.
“Mm-hmm.” She hums, obviously nor believing a word out of my mouth.
“Well... Not exactly fine. I think I had a little bit of a nervous breakdown.” I confess to her.
“I didn't know they came in sizes.” She tried to joke.
“Oh, Felicia, I did something HORRIBLE!” I confess.
“How bad?” She asks me.
“I kidnapped the one dude who needed the files for Dr. Connors.” I bashfully admit.
“You what?!” She exclaimed in horror.
“Long story short, because it’s a long one, I kidnapped him and passed him off as my boyfriend Max after I dumped him for being materialistic. At this moment, it’s not that big of a deal as I have other things to worry about, like keeping this charade up.”
“Not that big of a deal?!” Felicia exclaims to me. She is not happy with me. Just imagine my parent’s reaction to this. “Harry, you have to let him go right now! His girlfriend was looking for him yesterday!”
“Oh, no! Are you serious?”
“Yes, I’m serious! She came in yesterday after you left. The bitch was one rude ass slut who has no manners.”
“How did the conversation go?”
♀
A uppity bitch walks into Oscorp, blatantly keeping her nose up in the air when everyone who passes her greets her, but she ignores them
“Ah, you, Blitzen.” She says to Felicia in a condescending tone.
“Excuse you?” Felicia challenges.
“My name is Michelle, I'm looking for my boyfriend Peter. Peter is, handsome, nice dimples, brown eyes, sarcastic…”
“Handsome, nice dimples - don't see him. Maybe this is his way of dumping you.” Felicia tells Michelle with a smile on her face.
Michelle is offended.
♀
“Yikes! I can’t believe I kidnapped her man!” I tell my friend. “And what’s worse than that is the fact that he was going to propose to her!”
“Well, what are you going to do? You can’t keep him until after Christmas! Peter is not a puppy!”
“I know! Don’t make me feel bad!” I tell her wanting to disappear from this cabin and into a warm sunny place in the west coast. “I haven’t thought that far ahead, but I will definitely figure out this shitty plan.”
“You better or else you’ll be in the grand slammer for a long time.” Felicia warns.
“Well, I better go.” I tell her. “And please pray for me.”
“I will.”
“Merry Christmas.” I tell her before hanging up.
I take a deep breath, regain my composure and walk back into the cabin.
“Harry!” My mom greets. “Join us! You’re just in time for breakfast.”
“Thanks.” I tell her as I grabbed a cup from the cupboard and pour some coffee into it.
“You didn’t sleep in those clothes did you, honey?” My mom asks Peter.
“Um, no because I’ve been trying to tell you that-”
“Oh! You know what? We were in such a hurry that we forgot his suitcase!” I lie.
“I did!” He says. “I left it at Oscorp when I was grabbing those files. Maybe I should call someone about that, babe. Could I borrow your phone please?”
“Phone? What phone?” I ask him. “I didn’t bring my phone, baby.”
“Then why is your pocket glowing?” He says looking at my left pants pocket.
My mom looks.
“Harry! You were supposed to put that away!” My mom reprimands.
Peter smirks at my dismay.
Fucking bastard sold me out!
“I forgot.” I lie.
I am so going to hell. What is the karma level at this point?
45% or what?
“I’ll go find something, sweetheart.” My mom tells him. “Max, Flash and Normie always leave spare clothes here when we come up here, so you might be in luck. When I find them, I’ll give them to you so I can wash your clothes.”
“Thank you, mam.” Peter smiles.
She exits the kitchen.
Peter stares at me.
I stare back.
“Give me the phone.” He says.
“Make me, babe.” I taunt.
“Give it!” He says loudly.
“Not in the kitchen, boys!” My dad shouts. “There’s a bedroom for that! And I hope you use protection. Or not!”
We ignore my dad.
Peter tries to grab the phone from me, but I snatch the phone back.
He starts to chase me around the island counter.
“I ran cross country in high school.” I tell Peter.
“And I played football, and my name was Thunder and Lightning.” Peter tells me.
“Oooh! I’m scared of the ol’ Thunder and Lightning.” I sass back.
He stops chasing me.
I look to my right and I spot a mallet.
“I was also good at Home Ec.” I tell him.
“Really?” He taunts. “I think that’s useful.”
“Yup, and I loved making baked chicken cutlets.” I tell him.
He catches on as he reaches for the mallet; however I grab the mallet first.
“You wouldn’t – don’t you dare-”
I start smashing my phone like crazy.
Peter squeaks.
“Done and done.” I tell him as I throw my destroyed phone into the trash.
“I hate you.”
“Well, my phone is broken in a hundred different pieces and there is no way to repair it at all, babe.” I tell him as he looks crestfallen.
“Here you go, Max.” My mom says handing Peter some clothes.
“Thank you.” He says, giving her a fake smile as I blow him a kiss.
Checkmate....for now.