Chapter 2: "We need to talk."

Three days have passed since Harry and I last spoke, since we last touched. I remember it so vividly, his warm lips touching mine. His passionate embrace, so overwhelming that it made question all that I am. I haven't told Gwen, I can't even begin to imagine her reaction. Would she blame me? I don't know, maybe this should stay between me and Harry. I don't know what to do. I should just head to work. I'm a web developer at the Daily Bugle, I basically run the website and update it every single day. It's easy, and Jameson pays me a fair wage. I don't have to be there until 11am and it's only 9am so I decide to swing there and clear my head a little.

"WOOHOO!" I shout, as I swing throughout this beautiful city for all to see. Man, a great swing does wonders for my head. I feel so free. Free to think about my troubles. What's that? Oh, my phone's ringing. It's Gwen, I should answer it. I land on a nearby building and answer the call.

"Hey honey. How are you this fine morning?" I ask her.

"Hey Petey. I'm good, and you?" She responds. Her voice is so beautiful, it makes me tremble. She's my rock… I have to tell her.

"Me too. Gwen, I need to tel-" She cuts me off.

"Great, great. Listen, we need to talk."

"…talk? As in… talk?" I start to worry. Nothing good happens when people 'need to talk'.

"Talk as in 'I need to talk to you in person' talk." She responds, not really helping me feel any less worried about it.

"Um.. yeah okay. See you at lunch this afternoon at around… 1pm?"

"Sure. See you later."

"Bye, I love-" She hangs up, "You." I have a bad feeling about this 'talk'. Oh god, this week's just getting worse and worse!

1pm... 0 hour. Oh god, I hope it isn't what I think it is. I'm clutching onto a cup of coffee, trying not to overthink this. How could I not overthink this!? She knew what she was doing when said that we need to talk! She knew that I would… wait. What if she knows about Harry kissing me? No, that's stupid. She never talks to Harry. It's fine. It's all gonna be fine. (BEEP)

Huh? I got a text message from Harry.

*I need to see you. Right now.*

Really? Ugh, why now?

*Kinda busy right now, buddy.* I reply to him, not really in the mood to deal with this right now.

*PLEASE!*

"Peter!" I hear a voice call out. A voice so sweet it makes every inch of my being tremble. Gwen's voice. I turn towards her, smiling. I wave to her! We walk towards each other, not breaking eye contact. She looks sad, but why?

"Hi." I say to her, holding her, kissing her. She looks at me, her eyes wide. She looks like she's about to tear up. "What's wrong?" I ask her.

"I have big, big news." I can hear the hesitation in her voice.

"What is it, Is it good news?"

"…kinda." She replies.

"Wha-what do you mean kinda?" I ask her, confused.

"You know that college recommendation that Doctor Connors wrote before he decided to turn everybody in the city into Lizards?"

"Hmm… nope, doesn't ring a bell." We laugh, I love her laugh.

"Stop it."

"Sorry. Go on?"

"Well, I uh, applied to a few colleges and I got into Oxford University!"

"…uuuh…" I'm totally speechless. Oxford?

"Peter, did you hear that? Oxford. I'm moving to England, isn't that great?"

"Um, yeah that's amazing news." For you, maybe.

"You don't sound very happy for me." She's pissed. Oh god, I pissed her off.

"Well, I am happy for you, but what does this mean for us?"

"What do you mean?" She raises her voice a little, hands on her hips.

"Well, you're gonna move to England, for one year. We're obviously gonna need to discuss this."

"Discuss what? You know how much I've sacrificed for this relationship, having to lie to my family and deal with your-" We argue for what felt like hours, but it was probably no more than 20 minutes. Eventually, she gets tired of it all and she leaves. Oh god, I fucked up. I told her that she shouldn't move to England without asking me first. WHO DOES THAT? A bad person, that's who.

I go to a bar to drown my sorrows, to stop feeling down. The alcohol isn't working! It's supposed to help, make people happy not sad! I keep on drinking beer after beer. I'm getting kinda tipsy, I had no idea alcohol affected me anymore. My pocket's buzzing, another text. It's Harry.

*dude, please come over. I need to talk to you.*

You know what, maybe I will go over. It's not the first time I've heard those words today. How much worse can it be than what just happened?

I leave the bar and head to Harry's house. Intoxicated and lonely.

END OF CHAPTER 2 (SORRY FOR THE LACK OF PARKSBORN STUFF. I FELT LIKE I HAD TO TOUCH ON GWEN AND PETER A LITTLE BIT )