Love Triangle Chapter One
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Spiderman. I wish I did but I don't. Whoever does own them is a genius. This story kind of takes place after the movie.
"I can't believe it," MJ thought to herself as she rode home in the limousine with Harry. "I spilled my soul to him and he doesn't even care. I know he loves me. He has since we were six. I'm not going to give up on him."
"MJ, I need to ask you something." A sullen Harry said from across the car.
"Yes, Harry?" MJ asked, looking over at him.
"Will you stay with me tonight?"
"Harry, I wish I could, but you know that I have that audition in the morning."
"So that's it! You put your career before me? God, MJ, my father just died at the hands of a masked man who nobody knows and you want to go to a stupid audition in the morning? Thanks a lot Mary Jane." Harry said as he looked out the window.
When MJ heard Harry call her Mary Jane she knew that he was mad at her. He never called her Mary Jane unless he was angry or sad.
"Harry, I'm sorry. It's just that this audition could be a real turn around for me. They might think that I have what it takes and cast me and then a big shot producer could see me and want to put me in his company."
"That's what you think before every audition and it never happens. You come to my apartment red faced and teary eyed and no one sees you and you don't get put into some hot shot's company. It's never going to happen for you, Mary Jane. You're not as good as you think you are. When are you going to understand that?"
"Harry! How could you say that? You're the one who always comforted me when I came to you like that and you're the one who told me that next audition I would surely get the part. You supported me! You pushed me to go to more auditions! You know, you're not as great as I though you were. Stop the car, I'm getting out here." She practically yelled at the driver.
"Mary Jane, you can't get out here. We're almost ten miles from your apartment that's a long walk in a big city. You could get hurt." Harry said, suddenly concerned.
"Yeah, as if you care." MJ said as she opened the door and stepped out onto the curb and began to walk off.
"Mary Jane, this is your last chance to get back into the car!" Harry called from inside. All MJ did was start walking in the direction of her apartment. "Fine! If you want to be that way then that's fine with me! Maybe your boyfriend Spiderman will be there to save you!" Harry shouted as he closed the door as the limo sped off in the opposite direction.
"Ass hole." MJ muttered to herself. "He's going to be just like his father. A rich ass hole who doesn't care about anything except about his money."
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"God, she's getting to be a bitch." Harry said. "She's going to one of those washed up has beens. She'll make one good movie, think she's the best and then she'll make a stupid movie and no one will hire ever again."
"Sir, do you still wish to go home?" The limo driver asked.
"Yeah, take me home. When we get there send a bunch of roses to MJ with a note that says that I'm sorry about what I said." Harry said suddenly feeling guilty for not convincing MJ to come home with him.
"Yes sir," the driver said as he drove towards Harry's father's home in Manhattan.
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Spiderman. I wish I did but I don't. Whoever does own them is a genius. This story kind of takes place after the movie.
"I can't believe it," MJ thought to herself as she rode home in the limousine with Harry. "I spilled my soul to him and he doesn't even care. I know he loves me. He has since we were six. I'm not going to give up on him."
"MJ, I need to ask you something." A sullen Harry said from across the car.
"Yes, Harry?" MJ asked, looking over at him.
"Will you stay with me tonight?"
"Harry, I wish I could, but you know that I have that audition in the morning."
"So that's it! You put your career before me? God, MJ, my father just died at the hands of a masked man who nobody knows and you want to go to a stupid audition in the morning? Thanks a lot Mary Jane." Harry said as he looked out the window.
When MJ heard Harry call her Mary Jane she knew that he was mad at her. He never called her Mary Jane unless he was angry or sad.
"Harry, I'm sorry. It's just that this audition could be a real turn around for me. They might think that I have what it takes and cast me and then a big shot producer could see me and want to put me in his company."
"That's what you think before every audition and it never happens. You come to my apartment red faced and teary eyed and no one sees you and you don't get put into some hot shot's company. It's never going to happen for you, Mary Jane. You're not as good as you think you are. When are you going to understand that?"
"Harry! How could you say that? You're the one who always comforted me when I came to you like that and you're the one who told me that next audition I would surely get the part. You supported me! You pushed me to go to more auditions! You know, you're not as great as I though you were. Stop the car, I'm getting out here." She practically yelled at the driver.
"Mary Jane, you can't get out here. We're almost ten miles from your apartment that's a long walk in a big city. You could get hurt." Harry said, suddenly concerned.
"Yeah, as if you care." MJ said as she opened the door and stepped out onto the curb and began to walk off.
"Mary Jane, this is your last chance to get back into the car!" Harry called from inside. All MJ did was start walking in the direction of her apartment. "Fine! If you want to be that way then that's fine with me! Maybe your boyfriend Spiderman will be there to save you!" Harry shouted as he closed the door as the limo sped off in the opposite direction.
"Ass hole." MJ muttered to herself. "He's going to be just like his father. A rich ass hole who doesn't care about anything except about his money."
***
"God, she's getting to be a bitch." Harry said. "She's going to one of those washed up has beens. She'll make one good movie, think she's the best and then she'll make a stupid movie and no one will hire ever again."
"Sir, do you still wish to go home?" The limo driver asked.
"Yeah, take me home. When we get there send a bunch of roses to MJ with a note that says that I'm sorry about what I said." Harry said suddenly feeling guilty for not convincing MJ to come home with him.
"Yes sir," the driver said as he drove towards Harry's father's home in Manhattan.