Valentine's Day
It's been nearly two months later since Christmas and I’m currently sitting in my daddy’s office as the new CEO of Oscorp, going through the endless amounts of contracts and paperwork at the moment.
Shit, I have nothing else to lose, so might as well just work here now.
“Sure you don’t want to be a volunteer worker at this place anymore?” Felicia asked me as she brought in our lunch.
“No.” I tell her.
“Let’s eat.” She tells me as she sits down next to me.
“Sure.” I say as I take a sip of my third cup of hot chocolate.
She hands me a bag that contains a big cheeseburger and a ton of curly fries.
“Thanks.” I tell her. “I am so happy that I was able to have you as my assistant.”
“I am happy too.” She tells me as she grabs her own bag and starts to eat her pasta. “So, how do you like the new position?”
“It’s doable.” I tell her through a mouthful of food. “Oh how I can’t wait to change this company into something else.”
She chuckles through her pasta.
“Well you have free reign to do so.” Felicia reminds me.
“All because I have no real life experiences and all that other crap at other established companies.” I tell her. “Sucks to be me sometimes.”
She gives me a sad smile.
“I guess everyone who doubted me were right.” I tell her as I put my fries down. “I have to be realistic. I can’t wish for something that’s never gonna happen. There’s no perfect job, perfect family, perfect boyfriend.”
'No Brown Eyes.'
“You haven’t heard from him then?” Felicia asks me as she steals some of my fries.
“No.” I tell her gloomily. “See this is what I mean! I can’t believe that I had feelings for a guy that I actually kidnapped. What did I think was going to happen?”
I wipe my hands and pick up the newspaper that I was reading.
Why?
Beats me because I never read the newspaper.
I look at one of the pages and my heart breaks.
There’s a picture of Peter and Michelle on the cover, and according to the article, they are getting married in couple days.
I start shaking.
“It’s gonna be fine.” Felicia tells me as she wipes the tears that fall from my eyes.
I have officially lost my appetite as I cry on her shoulder.
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“I like the nuptial script.” Michelle tells her maid.
“Done.” Michelle’s mom says. “Where is Maria with the next dress?” She asks irritably. “Maria! We have three more dresses to go!”
Peter is just looking at the table with all the name plates on the table.
He even spots two little bride and groom figurines next to some of the name plates, and he is out of it.
“Do you like that font?” Michelle asks Peter.
He doesn’t respond.
“Peter!”
He snaps out of his daydream and looks at her.
“The font!”
“I uh-” He says clearing his throat. “Sorry. I need some air.”
Michelle sighs as he stands up and leaves the room.
As he reaches outside, he spots Mia in one of the wedding dresses, smoking a cigarette as she is wrapped up in her coat.
“Hey.” He greets as he stands next to her.
“Hey.” She says.
“It can be a bit overwhelming in there.” Peter tells her.
The door opens as Mia says-
“Tell me about it. She doesn't even call me by my given name.”
“You good?” Michelle asks him as Mia takes a hit from the cigarette.
“I’m uh-”
“We need you inside.” She tells him.
Mia rolls her eyes.
“Ok.” Peter says going back inside the house.
As they are back inside the house, Peter asks Michelle a question.
“Elle, do you um- ever have any doubts about us?”
She looks confused.
“What?” She asks him, visibly offended.
“It’s just that you can be with any other guy, so why me?”
She rolls her eyes.
“Because we make sense.” She tells him. “And, we’re going to lead and live a life that most people dream of.”
He simply looks at her.
“You and I are going to have a fairy tale life and a fairy tale life.” She says patting his chest.
He simply stares angrily at the spot she was in as she walked away from him.
“Maria!” Michelle’s mom yells out.
“Poor woman must hate her job.” Peter thinks to himself as the thought suddenly came to him.
But something also clicked in his head, compliments of Harry Osborn.
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At the end of the long work day, I had showered, changed into my sleeping clothes, grabbed some milk and Oreos, and sat down on my couch in my new house.
I grabbed an Oreo and started to twist it.
As it was about to come apart, I decided to leave it and dunk the cookie in my glass of cold milk.
I smiled as I bit into the cookie, thinking of Brown Eyes at this particular moment.
My personal cell phone started to ring.
I ate the entire cookie and picked up the phone.
“Hello?”
“Harry! Hey! It’s me!” Flash greets.
“Hey.” I say as I started to look through my mail.
“How’s it going?”
“I’ve been better.” I honestly tell him.
“Did you talk to mom and dad yet?”
“Yup. Apparently, they loved their trip to the Bahamas so much that they’re coming back next week or something.” I tell him as I open one of the letters.
“You should call them!” Flash tells me.
“Oh my, God!” I exclaim.
“I’m just saying!” He tells me. “They have some news.”
“No, no, no, no.” I tell him. “I have been accepted to Gallery 127!”
“What?! That’s great!”
“They want a piece from me!”
“Harry, that is fantastic! When is it?”
“A week from Saturday.” I tell him. “Will you come with me, please?”
“Of course I will!” He tells me without any hesitation. “What about mom and dad? Are you going to tell them?”
“I don’t know. I mean, I would love for them to come, but I don’t want to interrupt their hard earned alone time just for an art show. I just want this to be about me for the moment, you know?” I tell him smiling at the letter.