"Here you go, Max." Flash says handing Peter several pairs of brand new jeans.

"Thanks."

He looks over at the desk.

"You have a phone?" Peter asks.

"Yeah." Flash snorts. "I keep it to myself because I know how Emily acts when it comes to phones during the holiday."

"Can I please borrow it for a moment?" Peter asks. "I need to make an important call."

"Sure." Flash says handing Peter his phone.

"Thanks!" Peter says, taking Flash's phone, and scurrying out of the room.

He rushes to the downstairs bathroom and shuts the door. He locks the door and puts the clothes down on the little bar. He turns the phone on, and starts punching in a number.

Suddenly there is a knock at the door.

"I'll be out in a minute!" Peter yells as he lifts the phone to his ear.

"Hurry up in there, Hot Buns!" Delores yells.

'Hi, you've reached my voicemail.' Peter hears.

"Dammit!" Peter exclaims in frustration as he hangs up.

He calls Michelle's house.

"Mia, get the phone." Michelle's mom orders condescendingly as she is lying by the pool side with cucumber slices covering her eyes.

Mia, the maid, simply gives her a dirty look and gives her boss the phone.

"Hello?"

"Mrs. Jones!" Peter exclaims. "It's Peter!"

"Ah, hello dah-ling!" She greets as Mia is pulling the expensive tray away from Mrs. Jones's reach. "Merry Christmas!"

"I've been looking for Michelle, but I don't have time for that! Listen, I have been taken hostage and-"

Mrs. Jones removes the phone from the side of her face and starts to reach out for her drink, but she fails.

"Mia!" She bellows. "I can't reach my drink."

Mia simply turns her head and looks the other way with a smirk on her face.

"Mrs. Jones, are you there?" Peter asks.

"Let me get Michelle for you, dah-ling. Michelle!"

"Mrs. Jones, don't! Wait!"

"Mia?" Mrs. Jones yells as she is still reaching for her drink. "MIA!"

She falls from her seat.

"Oh, no, Mrs. Jones!" Mia exclaims, feigning in shock while smiling. "Not again."

Harry is walking around the house, looking for Peter.

"Flash, have you seen Max?" A worried Harry asks as he is in his friend's room.

"He's on the phone." Flash says, putting down the magazine he's reading.

"Phone? What phone?"

"Mine."

"Dammit!" Harry exclaims as he rushes out of the room.

Flash looks at him, confused.

Peter calls Michelle's phone again.

Michelle is walking towards the living room and she answered her phone.

"Hello?"

"Michelle!"

She is not happy.

"And who is this?" She asks.

"It's Peter and I have something really important to tell you!" Peter rushes out.

"Oh, really? If I can recall, you had something to tell me yesterday after your errand at Oscorp, but you stood me up!"

Harry spots his grandma standing outside of the bathroom.

"Delores, is my boyfriend in there?" Harry asks.

"Hot Buns has been taking his sweet ass time in there for about ten minute. In ten minutes, I could've made love to a man, get a pedicure and cook a meal!"

"Open up!" Harry exclaims as he knocks on the door.

"And I was supposed to get a new pair of boots with the money you were supposed to get me, get my hair done, buy a new engine…"

"Michelle, please listen to me." Peter says as Harry is rapidly knocking on the door.

"I am sure that I can find another guy who's money I can spend in a heartbeat because-"

"Open this door!" Harry yells as he bangs on the door.

"I was on Broadway once!" Delores says as she walks away.

"I was kidnapped by a man yesterday at Oscorp. He's about 5'10, has blue eyes, blonde hair, and his name is Harry Osborn." Peter tells her.

Peter doesn't know it, but Michelle's eyes light up as Harry is trying to pick the lock.

"I'm in a cabin up north, it's pretty big, and-"

"Get to the point, Peter." Michelle says impatiently. "What was the important thing?"

"I was going to propose to you yesterday."

Her eyes fucking perk up at this news as she can now search for Peter.

"Propose?" She says looking at her left ring finger.

"Go to the police, and file a report."

No response.

"Michelle, are you there?!"

Michelle snaps out of her thoughts.

"Oh! Yes, I am!" She says as Harry is about to open the door.

"Good, I have to go!" Peter says as he hangs up.

The door sprung open.

Harry snatched the phone from Peter, and flushed it down the toilet.

Peter hums in satisfaction.

Harry sighs in relief as Peter exits the bathroom with a smile on his face.

"Who did you talk to on the phone?" I ask Peter.

"No one. I couldn't get any reception in the bathroom." He says strutting away from me.

"Your lying." I state. "You talked to someone."

He stops strutting and turns to look at me.

"Ok. I did talk to someone." He confirms. "I'll be a matter of time until I am broken out of this place." He says, smiling at me with a shit-eating grin.

Bastard.

"But, I'll tell you what." Peter says, still smiling. "Until I'm saved, I am going to help you. I am going to be the best boyfriend ever, and your parents are going to love me."

"And why would you do that?" I ask him suspiciously.

"Because it's going to make me very happy when your family finds out the truth about what you did." He says, walking away from me.

I am so screwed.

So screwed.