[A/N]: (I only own Kim, the rest of the characters are copyright Marvel)
After school I usually found myself laying on my bed with my laptop nearby, whether it's in my hands or next to me doing nothing.
What am I doing?, I asked myself. I wanted to- no, needed, to check the Oscorp site. I had read in Teen Cheat that there was a special contest going on.
That contest involved getting to date one of the hottest guys in the whole world, Harry Osborn. It seemed suspiscious, but like I care. I want that date. I need it.
Directly below me was my brother, older only by mere minutes. He just texted away to his "girlfriend" Gwen Stacy. I despised that girl. Only problem is, I can't think of why. It's probably somewhere in science, but, eh, screw science.
I flopped off of my bed partially to see my brother upside-down. He turned to look at me, then back to his phone.
"I need your computer and email." I said bluntly. He gave me a weird look before returning to his phone. "Don't you have a laptop? And an email?"
"Yes. But this is for something important." I said with urgency. He laughed quietly, still texting. "If it's for one of those free movie sites, the answer is no." his tone grew more serious with the last words.
"Peter! My life depends on it!" I exclaimed. He didn't say anything. His phone beeped a few times.
I started to get dizzy, so I grabbed the rungs of the ladder built into the bunk bed, and swung myself onto the ground.
I pulled the chair from Peter's desk slightly, making enough noise to get his attention. He threw his phone down and rushed towards me to pull me away from the computer.
"If you don't let me use the computer I'll tell!" I shouted. I assumed at first Aunt May might've heard. Unfortunately she didn't. "What are you, five?" Peter said as we tumbled back onto his bed. I wasn't hurt, on the outside at least.
"You didn't let me finish. I'll tell your secret to everyone at school. I'm dead serious." I said with dignity, trying not to sound like I'm faking. To be honest, I would never in a million years tell anyone Peter was Spider-Man. That'd put me in danger too.
He pushed me off of him. "Mother hubbard..." Peter said under his breath. I still heard it.
"Can you at least tell me what it's for?" Peter asked as he reached for his phone and started texting again.
"Do you hafta know?" I asked when the Vaio turned on.
"No, you're just using my email account, I should just wait until I get a random email with cookies."
"Internet cookies are really good though! I found this cool recipe and-"
"..." not even a laugh. Ah come on! That was a good one. Yeah when Spider-Man does it, it's great, but when I make a joke I get silence? Tough crowd. Well, I guess my brother is tough, seeing as how he's Spider-Man. Get it? Haha...
"Fine. It's for a contest. I need another email to sign up twice, that way I have a better shot at being picked. Two in one-hundred is better than one."
"What kind of contest?" Peter actually put his phone down to face me.
"It's for Oscorp. If I win, I'll be Harry Osborn's girlfriend for a day." I muttered. I didn't really want Peter to hear me, as it was a pretty embarrassing subject.
"Did you just say Harry Osborn?" he got off of the bed to lean up against my chair to see what I was looking at.
"Yes..." I said softly.
"Why? That guy's such a player. Have you seen how many models he's been with?" I turned my head to stare at him angrily. Kind of like saying, "what da hell you just say?" without actually saying it. He avoided eye contact.
"Because he's hot." I turned back to the Sony Vaio. "Idiot." I added as an afterthought.
"No he's not."
"Lol, just keep denying it bro. I know you read my magazines."
"How do you-"
"There are tears on the pictures of Harry. I didn't want to ask why. In fact, I'm still afraid to ask why." Every time I went to take one of my magazines with Harry on the front, there'd be tear stains on them. I knew it had to be Peter taking the magazines, 'cause when I asked Aunt May if she made those stains, she said no. And I know I can trust my aunt. Peter? Ehm, he's... Tricky. I just figured he likes Harry the same way I do, and cries manly tears at the sight of him. What? That's really what I thought. The first time.
"You can't explain that, and don't even try." I said almost monotously.
"I... Won't... But you should know that I know Harry personally." Peter said in the same tone as I did. I stopped what I was doing suddenly. I got out of the chair, and pushed it into the desk all neat-like. I turned around to face my brother.
I charged towards him and hugged him as tightly as I could. He was rather sturdy, not even falling back with the weight of my powerful wild charge. It was apparently, not very effective.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" I screamed. I was in full-on fangirl mode.
"Why would I?" he asked. His arms were up in the air.
"'Cause it's Harry freaking Osborn we're talking about here! The coolest guy-" I paused. I recieved an angry look from my brother. "-the coolest guy, besides you of course! Heh..."
I unwrapped my arms from around him and went back to the computer.
"I should've said I knew Harry, back when we were kids. He had to move to England for boarding school, and I haven't seen him since. Are you okay?" Peter gave me a puzzled look. I was hugging the keyboard, as much as someone can hug a keyboard at least. I was just staring off into space.
"Thank you. Truly thank you. It's not even my birthday..." I managed to breathe.
"I don't even..."
"We're both from England, and I'm his best friend's sister! Oh, we're so perfect for each other!" I said with my fists up to my mouth. I was smiling so hard, I couldn't even frown. Peter waved his hand as if to say, "I'm no longer interested."
He returned to his texting.
I finished putting in the email and sent it, hoping it would work. It did, and I was elated.
I looked around my empty office. In a week, all of this, would be mine.
I headed towards the elevator to go home. I spoke the floor I wanted to go to aloud, and the machine complied. I walked outside of the amazing building that was OsCorp- Oh, who am I kidding... I hate that place with a passion. The thought of having to run it makes my blood boil. The pretentious staff, the idiot interns, even the reason it exists. All of it, just to cure one disease.
My disease...
There was a limousine waiting for me. Once inside the back seat I began thinking about the contest issued earlier.
Entries had to be cut short, due to so many people entering. Well, that was my reasoning at least. I didn't want to have to pick through a thousand girls. I mean really, that's just too much.
Once at my penthouse I plopped down on my sofa with my phone in hand. checked the entries. Two in particular caught my eye. They had the same name, so I knew someone tried to enter twice, but the emails are what really caught my eye. One was from Kimberly Parker, and the other was from Peter Parker.
I put the phone down and stared up at the ceiling. I hadn't seen that guy in years, Peter I mean. He seemed to have slipped my mind these past years.
I picked up my phone and emailed him saying he, or she, I assume a friend, was the winner. I announced it on twitter, facebook, any site I could find that I had an account for. Though, before I sent the announcemets, I thought it would be funny if I embarassed him by saying his name instead of the on he/she sent.
I expected a response, and I got one just a few minutes later.
[A/N]: Sorry for such a long chapter! Yeah, when I said it was in first person I really meant it.
