Sorry it took me so long to update this, but I've been super busy with school and crap. Anyway, enough excuses and on with the chapter. It's short again, as I said it probably would be. I'm not quite happy with this one either, which will probably show. But I tried to make it as good as I could and I'm a lot happier with it than chapter two. There are just certain parts, transitions mostly, that may be a little rushed (a problem I definitely have). There was another combination issue. Which is even more excuses. So on with it as to not bore you any further.

WARNINGS: Errors (I caught a bunch when I was editing and I'm sure there are others that slipped my attention), OOC, language, and some slight sexual content (like very slight in my opinion, but I figured I'd put it up here). No lemon this time either.

DISCLAIMER: In the past month I have not become the owner of Spider-Man, fortunately.

Pete sighed as he woke up. "Good morning," he moved in closer to Harry's naked body. He never expected for them to be this close in his apartment after all these years.

"Good morning," Harry smiled rubbing Pete's arm lightly. Pete placed a soft kiss on Harry's lips. "This hasn't been so bad has it?" He looked into Pete's eyes.

"I still don't like this Harry," Pete looked away. "What if someone sees us together or if Mary Jane finds out?"

"Pete, no one's going to find out," Harry assured him. "It's been a week and has Mary Jane found out?"

"Harry that's not the…"

"Has Mary Jane found out?" Harry repeated.

"No," Pete said. "But a week's not that long."

"Is she suspicious?" Harry asked.

Pete sighed. "She thinks we're trying to rekindle our friendship."

"Well we are," Harry said.

"Harry," Pete sat up. "Having sex is not rekindling our friendship. It's cheating."

"I'll leave whenever you want me to," Harry said also sitting up. "Do you want me to leave?"

"Harry you know I don't," Pete leaned in and kissed him. "I'm just worried."

"You always worry Peter," Harry said. "I promise that no one's going to find out."

Pete smiled. "You should go," he said.

"You're in a rush to get me out of here," Harry watched Pete walk around the apartment gathering his clothes, pulling them on in a hurry. "Mary Jane?"

Pete stopped and looked at Harry, still sitting naked in his bed. "I'm sorry," he apologized.

"For what?" Harry stood and walked toward him. "Seeing your girlfriend?" He rested his hands on Pete's shoulders and placed a light kiss on his lips. "Don't worry about it. I understand." Pete smiled and nodded. Harry released his shoulders and found his clothes. "So I guess I'll see you tomorrow." He smiled at Pete, dressing himself.

"Yeah," Pete said. "I guess you will." He opened the door.

"Have fun with MJ," Harry kissed Pete goodbye before walking through the doorway. "Bye."

"Bye," Pete said. He turned his attention toward his bed. It was a complete mess. He began to close the door, feeling a strange pressure pushing back against him.

"Hey Pete."

"MJ," Pete let go of the door. "Hey." He kissed her cheek as she entered the room.

"I saw Harry on my way up," Mary Jane said. A glint of fear flashed through Pete's eyes. Did she know? "Was he up here?"

"Oh," Pete said. "Yeah he was. I mean…you know…we were just hanging out. Like we used to."

"I'm glad," Mary Jane said. Pete let out a sigh of relief. "Have you been doing that a lot?"

"You could say that," Pete said.

"Good," Mary Jane said. She looked at his bed. It was midday and still absolutely disheveled.

Pete noticed her eyes drift from him. He turned his head to see what she was looking at, his bed. "Maybe we should get going," he suggested.

"What?" she asked being snapped back to reality. "Oh, yeah." She looked at Pete's bed once more before leaving the apartment with him.

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Pete and Mary Jane stood in front of her apartment building. As usual the date had gone fine; he had given her no reason to wonder and now all he wanted to do was go home. He didn't want to risk the chance of letting something slip. "So do you want to come up?" she asked.

"Up?" he asked.

"Are you nervous?" she giggled.

"I just uh…" She had no idea that he really was.

"Come on," Mary Jane placed a quick kiss on Pete's lips.

"Alright," Pete smiled. This was going to be bad. He absolutely knew it.

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Pete followed Mary Jane into her apartment. He was glad they weren't at his place. He wasn't sure he'd be able to do it. He wasn't even sure he could do it here. Mary Jane leaned toward him, noticing that he pulled away from her slightly. She looked into his eyes. "Do you not want to be here?" she asked with confusion in her voice.

"What?" he asked. "No, I mean yes I want to be here."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yeah," he nodded. "I'm sure." He pressed his lips against hers trying as hard as possible to not let her know that the only thing on his mind was Harry. How much he wanted to be with him right now. Mary Jane removed her shirt before grabbing his sweater pulling him toward her bedroom then finally sitting on the bed. Pete sat next to her, kissing her again. Mary Jane pushed him onto his back gaining control. She slowly allowed her hands to wander down to his belt buckle. "MJ."

"Peter just shut up," Mary Jane said continuing with his belt. Pete looked up at the ceiling trying not to say something again. Mary Jane pushed Pete's sweater up revealing his abs and laying kisses all over them.

"MJ, wait," Pete sat up.

"What?" Mary Jane sat up too.

Pete kissed her. It wasn't that he didn't want to be with her, he was still in love with her, he just felt wrong doing this with her so soon after what had happened with Harry. He knew it was terrible and that he shouldn't have even been thinking about Harry, but he couldn't help it. "I love you," he broke the kiss.

"Well, I love you too," Mary Jane went into for another kiss.

"I can't do this," Pete turned his head from her. "I'm sorry."

"I don't understand," Mary Jane said. "You just said that you love me and now…"

"No, I do love you," he said. "I just…I don't know…I don't feel right doing this."

"What? Why don't you feel right?"

"I honestly don't know," Pete said. "I just think I should go."

"Peter what's going on?" Mary Jane asked.

"I just…" Pete sighed. He didn't know why he didn't want this. Or at least he didn't know how to explain it to Mary Jane.

"Fine," Mary Jane said. "You're right. I think you should go."

"MJ I…"

"I think you should go," Mary Jane repeated.

Pete didn't say anything. He merely nodded and rose to his feet. He could see why she would be upset and he knew there was no reason to argue with her, it would only make things worse. Without looking back at her he left her alone in her apartment.

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He walked up the stairs to his apartment. He just couldn't stop thinking about how big of a mistake he had just made. He shouldn't have left her like that. "Pete!" he heard a familiar voice call his name. He turned to look and saw that it was Ursula.

"Oh hey," he said. He really wasn't in the mood to talk.

"Hi," she waved, nervously brushing her hair from her face like she always did. "Mary Jane called for you a minute ago. She told me to tell you to call her back when you got here."

"Thanks," Pete said. Ursula smiled before leaving him. Pete took the phone in his hand, putting the coins in slowly trying to think of what to say to her. No doubt she was pissed at him. He dialed the number and waited for her to answer.

"Hello?"

"MJ?"

"Peter," she said. "I…"

"No wait," Pete said. "There's something I want to say first. I'm sorry about what happened earlier."

"Peter it's not a big deal," Mary Jane said.

"It is," Pete said. "I just don't want you to think that I'm not in love with you, because I am."

"I know Pete," Mary Jane said. "I told you I'm not upset. That's why I called you."

"Alright," Pete said. There was a small, awkward pause in the conversation. Obviously, neither of them had anything left to say.

"So what do you want to do for Valentine's Day?" Mary Jane asked. "It feels like it kind of snuck up on us this year doesn't it?" Her voice was suddenly cheerful.

"Yeah," Pete said. He honestly hadn't even thought of it. "Dinner? Maybe a movie?" He realized how juvenile it sounded, but it was the farthest thing from his mind.

"Sounds fun," she said, though he was sure she realized it too.

"Well I should go," Pete said despite having nowhere to be and nothing to do. "I love you."

"I love you too," Mary Jane said.

He hung up before entering his apartment. He sighed, he wasn't really looking forward to spending Valentine's Day with her and he felt kind of bad about it. He fell back on the bed, still messy from when Harry was there. He smiled at the thought of Harry. He rolled onto his side and noticed a folded piece of paper on the table. He reached out for it and unfolded it. 'Valentine's Day at my place?'

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Pete sat across from Harry in the café. He had to see him after the note and the fiasco with Mary Jane. "You do realize that there's no way she's just going to let me not spend Valentine's Day with her right?" Pete asked.

"I didn't actually mean Valentine's Day," Harry said. "It can be the day after or whatever. I just want to be with you sometime around then."

"I know," Pete reached across the table to touch Harry's hand soon realizing that they were in public, though the café wasn't all crowded. He still pulled his hand back. "I want to be with you too, but she's my girlfriend. It means a lot to her. It's Valentine's Day."

"You think Valentine's Day with you means more to her than it does to me?" Harry asked his voice suddenly taking a serious tone.

"That's not what I meant," Pete said. It scared him a little when Harry got upset. Not that he was scared of him physically, he was pretty sure he could beat Harry in a fight. He was afraid of losing him, the way Norman was lost. He was sure that Harry had some of whatever it was that Norman had used to become the Green Goblin and he was sure that he wouldn't hesitate to use it if something went wrong.. He had probably already thought about it. "I'll see what I can do."

"Pete the day after's fine," Harry said. "It's not a huge deal."

"I feel bad," Pete said. "I know I shouldn't, but I do." Harry laughed. "What's so funny?"

"You," Harry admitted. "You feel bad for spending Valentine's Day, a completely romantic holiday, with your girlfriend instead of me. It's just typical Pete."

"I really will try," Pete said.

Harry looked down at his hands, almost examining them. "Just don't fuck things up with MJ," he looked up. "Okay?"

"What?" Pete asked. "Why do you care about MJ and me?"

"Because we're friends," Harry said as if it were obvious. "And you're in love with her. She makes you happy."

"It's not like you don't make me happy," Pete said.

"Yeah well…" Harry shifted in his seat. He wasn't sure what to say. He knew that Pete didn't love him and he knew that he shouldn't love Pete, but he did. He couldn't help it; he had probably loved him ever since high school and just never noticed it. Especially since he discovered that Pete had killed his father, no matter how many times he denied it. "When you figure out what you want to do just tell me."

Pete smiled and nodded. He wanted to spend Valentine's Day with Harry, which made him feel a little guilty. Of course at some point he wanted to be with Mary Jane, but Valentine's Day would mean more to Harry. It was a pretty big night for them. He'd find a way to get out of it.

So sorry about the rushed transitions and any other stuff there was everybody, but that's just how it turned out. Please feel free to review. And if you thought it was just a load of junk fret not because flames are still and always welcome.