Art Gallery
Today is Saturday, and I am excited because one of my pieces is being displayed! I could just die!
I am currently mingling with the other artists as people are walking around the gallery, looking at the various art pieces.
My piece you may ask?
The recreation of my favorite Christmas, compliments of Peter Parker.
“Harry.” Flash says as he appears next to me.
”I’m so happy you’re here!” I exclaim hugging him.
“Are you kidding me?” He says. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
We pull away from each other.
“Thank you.”
A man pops up next to him.
“So, this is my boyfriend, Ned.”
“Hi.” The guy says, holding out his hand for me to shake.
“Nice to meet you.” I tell him, shaking his hand.
“You didn’t do him any justice.” Ned says to Flash.
I chuckle.
“So listen. I’m a little nervous.” I tell them. “I don’t know what people are saying about the piece, so can you go over and eavesdrop for me?”
“Ok, but listen.”
Oh boy.
He sounds very mischievous.
What did he plan?
“There’s one other thing?”
“What?” I ask him suspiciously.
“I brought a few more people with me.” He says shyly looking away from me.
I follow his eyes.
It’s Delores, Gwen and my parents.
Delores has made a mime fall down on his face, and the other three are waving at me.
“Didn’t I tell you that I didn’t want to disturb mom and dad from their hard earned alone time, Flash?” I sigh.
Flash, Ned and I walk up to Gwen, and my parents, meeting halfway.
“Why didn’t you tell us that you were accepted into the art gallery?” My mommy asks me, sounding insulted.
“Because you were relaxing, enjoying married life. I didn’t want to be a burden to you guys all for a night of art.”
“You’re our son and that’s more important than a fancy house in the Bahamas.” My daddy says hugging me.
“We are so proud of you!” My mom says.
“Thanks.” I say as everyone hugs me.
Seriously though, it might have taken years to finally get my act together, but it is what it is. I ended up taking over Oscorp the day after the New Year, moved out of my crappy apartment and that was that. I had already lost Peter, so what else did I have to lose?
“Actually, I think I should apologize while I’m at it.” My daddy says taking my hands in his. “I know I’ve been hard on you about Oscorp, but I was only worried about you. If I could, I would just keep you at home and never let you out of my sight. You are my greatest accomplishment and you’ll always be my baby. No matter what though, I am proud of you. Whatever you want, that’s what we want for you.”
I hid my face in his chest for a moment.
It's moments like these when I am reminded that my daddy is my best friend in the entire world.
“And I’m sorry for taking so long for getting my act together and for all the disappointments.” I tell my parents after I pull way from my daddy.
“No more of this crap.” Delores says. “Where’s the booze?”
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I am currently sitting on the bench with my glass of wine, looking at the empty spot where my canvas used to be.
“You okay, kiddo?”
“Someone bought it.” I sigh, leaning into my daddy’s side.
“That’s wonderful!” My mommy says leaning into my side.
I take a deep breath just taking in the moment.
“What’s the matter?” My mommy asks, sitting up straight.
“It feels different than I thought it would be.” I say sitting upright.
“How?” My daddy asks.
“I don’t know. It’s…”
I shrug.
“Max?” My daddy quizzes.
“No!” I tell him. “No, it’s not him.”
I think about this for a moment.
“No, it’s not about Max at all. I don't even think about him.” I confirm. “It’s about Peter.” I chuckle to myself. “It’s stupid is what it is.”
“It’s not stupid.” My mom reassures me. “If there’s one thing your father and I know, is the love will always lead you back, and that you should always give love a try, even if it’s just one more time. Before I dated your father, I was in pretty shitty situations, but he never gave up on me, just as I never gave up on him when girls were cheating on him. Give love with Peter a try, just one time. It’s not too late to do so.”
I sigh.
“I would, but it is.” I tell my mommy. “He got married today.” I tell them in a melancholy tone.
They are in shock.
“Cheers.” I say clinking my wine glass with theirs.
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What a night!
My parents are permanently moving to the Bahamas, which sucks because I'll be away from my best friend, but I'll visit.
I made a commission over my piece and I am over the moon!
“This has been an awesome night!” I tell myself as I put my bag in my car. “I love that-”
Suddenly my eyes are covered with a dark piece of fabric.
“Hey! Hey!” I yell out as I am roughly being pulled away from my car.
Ain’t this a bitch?!
Karma is really a bitch because I’ve just been kidnapped!