Author's Note: Yeah... I realize it's not too good... but the plot bunny was threatening to eat my face if I didn't write the fic. Besides, I needed something to do while my co-author for my longer Spiderman fanfiction was off doing something... So review! I like reviews!
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One ring. Now two. Then three.
Four rings and Harry Osborn was sighing into the receiver of his cell phone. Mary-Jane was home - he knew it. Though considering the fact there had been a nasty falling out between the two of them, the auburn-haired youth wasn't too sure he'd answer any calls from himself either, were he in her shoes. But he needed to talk to her - he needed to apologize. And that was the only thing that was kept him on the line when Mary-Jane's answering machine message started up.
"Hi, it's MJ. Sing your song at the beep."
"MJ, you there? Well, it's me... Harry," he began slowly, running an uneasy hand through his rusty-brown tresses. Apologies had never been his forte - or at least sincere ones. Sure, he was a master at muttering the occasional half-hearted 'sorry' to any bullies that happened upon him and his best friend, Peter Parker, in high school. But this was different. This time honest to God guilt was bearing down on him like an predator stalking it's next meal. This time, the young Osborn wanted to let his girlfriend know he was truly sorry for the scene that had taken place at Thanksgiving dinner, only a few nights ago. And this time, he had no idea what to say to make it alright once again.
But he had to try.
"Look, MJ, I'm sorry about the other night. I didn't mean to hurt you... but I did, didn't I? Because I couldn't defend you... and because I flipped out at you because I was mad at my dad and at myself. God, I'm so stupid sometimes... But I'm sorry. I really am. Sorry for my father too. He's been under a lot of stress lately... and it's getting to be the time of year when mom died, so he's been torturing himself... Which is probably why he said what he did. He didn't mean it. So could you find it in your heart to forgive him... and me? Cause I'm sorry, MJ.
"I really am."
There was a moment of meaningful silence and then Harry continued with, "Call me, later tonight, ok? Maybe then we can go get breakfast or lunch or something. Ok?" Another pause. "Ok... well... bye."
Clicking off his phone, Harry sighed once again and set the blue cell down next to him. Well that had gone well. He'd made a fool of himself by babbling to her answering machine and probably lost the one person who meant anything to him romantically. Yeah... that'd gone -real- well.
Real well.
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One ring. Now two. Then three.
Four rings and Harry Osborn was sighing into the receiver of his cell phone. Mary-Jane was home - he knew it. Though considering the fact there had been a nasty falling out between the two of them, the auburn-haired youth wasn't too sure he'd answer any calls from himself either, were he in her shoes. But he needed to talk to her - he needed to apologize. And that was the only thing that was kept him on the line when Mary-Jane's answering machine message started up.
"Hi, it's MJ. Sing your song at the beep."
"MJ, you there? Well, it's me... Harry," he began slowly, running an uneasy hand through his rusty-brown tresses. Apologies had never been his forte - or at least sincere ones. Sure, he was a master at muttering the occasional half-hearted 'sorry' to any bullies that happened upon him and his best friend, Peter Parker, in high school. But this was different. This time honest to God guilt was bearing down on him like an predator stalking it's next meal. This time, the young Osborn wanted to let his girlfriend know he was truly sorry for the scene that had taken place at Thanksgiving dinner, only a few nights ago. And this time, he had no idea what to say to make it alright once again.
But he had to try.
"Look, MJ, I'm sorry about the other night. I didn't mean to hurt you... but I did, didn't I? Because I couldn't defend you... and because I flipped out at you because I was mad at my dad and at myself. God, I'm so stupid sometimes... But I'm sorry. I really am. Sorry for my father too. He's been under a lot of stress lately... and it's getting to be the time of year when mom died, so he's been torturing himself... Which is probably why he said what he did. He didn't mean it. So could you find it in your heart to forgive him... and me? Cause I'm sorry, MJ.
"I really am."
There was a moment of meaningful silence and then Harry continued with, "Call me, later tonight, ok? Maybe then we can go get breakfast or lunch or something. Ok?" Another pause. "Ok... well... bye."
Clicking off his phone, Harry sighed once again and set the blue cell down next to him. Well that had gone well. He'd made a fool of himself by babbling to her answering machine and probably lost the one person who meant anything to him romantically. Yeah... that'd gone -real- well.
Real well.