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“Just so you know, I have a black belt, and I know how do harm someone with words!” I tell my kidnapper as the person is guiding me through a place that is unknown to me.
“Ooh, Harry has a black belt and can harm me with words! I'm glad that you finally woke up though.”
“Peter!” I exclaim.
Who knew that the person that I kidnapped would be the same one to kidnap me?!
Can I truly consider this as karma since I know the person?
“What’s going on here?”
“Well, I was in the neighborhood when some hood rats blindfolded you and knocked you out until I saved you. You should consider hiring bodyguards you know. Anyway, I was going to wake you up and find your parents, but then I thought of something else. So this is....payback.” He simply says. “And, payback? It’s a bitch because I did handcuff you with some fuzzy pink handcuffs.”
I'm shocked.
He saved me, then handcuffed my ass!
Who knew Brown Eyes had it in him?
“Aren’t you supposed to be on your honeymoon or something?”
“How about I take that blindfold off or you?” He states taking off the dark material.
“Wow!” I exclaim.
I am greeted with a beautiful sight.
“Where are we?”
He smiled and took my handcuffed hands in his.
Can you believe that he handcuffed me too?
Payback really is a bitch!
Peter looks me in the eyes and he starts talking to me.
“Harry, you are sassy, crazy, a bit pushy, and impulsive-”
“I know! I am working on those things! If you’ll just listen to me-”
“And you talk too much sometimes.” He tells me.
“Ok.” I instantly say as I shut up.
He looks at our hands, takes a deep breath and looks at me.
“I lost a lot because of you.” He says as I nod my head. “But I realized that I don’t want any of those things after eating twisted Oreo cookies instead of dunking them like I usually do, for the past two months.”
“Wait, you don’t?” I ask him.
I am confused.
He shakes his head, smiling at me.
“Everything I want is right here.”
I smile at him.
“It isn’t much with the money I make from photography and Columbia, but it’s home.”
I look around the one floor house, and honestly-
“It’s amazing!” I tell him.
I’m standing in a cozy little living room, with pictures of people, animals, lots and lots of stuffed animals, posters of hot men and-
“You bought my painting?” I ask him, equally shocked, happy and emotional as the tears are building in my eyes.
“Yup!” He says happily. “I just acquired my first piece tonight, and it was by the one and only, Harold Theopolis Osborn.”
“I don’t know what to say.” I confess, as the tears roll down my face.
“Well that’s a first.” He sasses at me, smiling the entire time.
I chuckle.
“I didn’t even realize that I had been striving for things that I didn’t want.” He tells me as tears are now in his eyes. “Because that was what I was supposed to have. I honestly thought that I was supposed to have a fairy tale life, but it was all wrong. I thought that I had something to prove, but when I’m with you, I don’t have to prove myself to anyone at all anymore.”
“You don’t?” I ask him in a small voice.
He eyes roll from left to right, mischievously.
“Well maybe just one more thing.” He says.
Peter cups my face and he gives me a sweet, passionate kiss where none of us are fighting for dominance.
After we pull away from each other, I smile at him.
“Can you take these off me now?” I ask him, lifting my hands.
He simply laughs.
Peter lifts my arms up, puts them in-between his head so that they are resting on his shoulders, and resumes kissing me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world.
Man.
If you were to ask me how this feels, it would simply say the word right.
It feels right.
All in all, I have learned one thing throughout this whole ordeal. There maybe no such thing as a perfect job, a perfect family or a perfect life. But there is such a thing as a perfect moment. So I take back what I said. Doing one crazy thing probably does make you crazy, but it can also make you happy.