Sorry for keeping you waiting, I've been busy with school stuff and I had to get out of town for a couple of days. Also, I wanted to start a few chapters before posting this own.

Today is my last day of vacation!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything! Are you happy now Marvel?

Chapter 10

"What?"

"Calm down. It's just that work has been really slow and you and Stark seemed like the perfect opportunity. And I had to make amends for the disaster at the press conference"

"Couldn't you have used something else?"

"I had a deadline. Can you forgive me?"

I got out of the car. Good thing there was a red light.

"Darla wait!" Julie yelled from the car, and then she drove to the nearest corner and got out of the car. "You can't just walk away!"

"Watch me!" I can't believe she did that! What kind of friend does that?

"I have your luggage" She says when she reaches me.

"Damn it" I muttered, and head back to the car.

"C'mon, don't be mad at me"

"You sold me out"

"But I used a nice picture, and I didn't make you look like the other models that Tony has slept with.

"I haven't slept with him!" I shouted. People stared. Awkward. "And the fact that my father had to see that wasn't really good. Especially since it was The Terminator who showed it to him"

"Yeah… what's the deal with those two? Why do they seem to hate each other?"

"I would tell you, but I have the feeling that it would turn up in the Sunday edition" And my dad just doesn't like the guy.

"I deserve that. Now would you get in the car?"

"You're a bitch" I muttered.

"Now get in the car" I got in the car.

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"What are you going to do one you land" Julie asked me.

"Sleep, nah I'm kidding, but I am going to rest before I have to get back to work. And Harry wants me to go to this thing with him and Peter"

"What thing?"

"Some science thing"

"A boring thing" I glared at her. Only I can make fun of science things. We reached LAX and said our goodbyes, or as we like to call them: ours see you later.

I just wish it won't be a long flight.

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It was a long flight.

I'm always reminding myself to pack something that can entertain me but I always forget to put it in my purse. And with anything, I mean anything: a book, a puzzle, freaking Jenga!

The only thing I got are my thoughts, which keep going back to what's waiting for me at home, the presentation Harry is dragging me, and the letter Y.

Flights are boring.

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The good thing is that the flight is over, now I only have to worry about my suitcase, which for some reason won't come out. Come out; come out, wherever you are…

"Sorry, is this your suitcase? I'm asking because I took it to see you suffer" Someone said behind me. Long time no see, dear cousin.

"Hi Harry" I said when I turn around. "You're a douche, you know that?"

"Always. Let's eat"

"Okay!" I said eagerly and we headed towards the main entrance, we came to a stop once we reached the limo that I often call 'The Osbornmovile'.

"How can you park so close to the entrance?" I asked once we got in and the driver took off.

"I'm rich. So where do you want to eat?"

"I want pizza"

"You always want pizza"

"Pizza is awesome"

"How is that we're related?"

"Our mothers were sisters"

"Alright, but I get to pick the place" This is how Harry and I behave most of the time, the time where he isn't obsessed on destroying Spider-man. He took it really hard when his father died. I don't even want to know how he was at the funeral. And now he hates the spidey. I should hate the spidey, but I can't, I mean, he fights crime and stuff. And is the reason Peter has a job. I mean, most of his photos are of the freaking guy!

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Harry picked a place that we used to go after school, even if we didn't go to the same school, because Harry changed schools and I went to an all girl's school. I don't know which is worst, that Harry ended up in public school or that I went to an all girl's school.

"You know, I was looking through the internet the other day, and guess what I found" He says once we're seated in a booth by the window and order a pepperoni pizza.

This can't be good.

"What?" I asked cautiously.

"That guy that tutored you in college got married" I sighed in relief.

"Reed Richards?"

"Yes, that one. Didn't you have a crush on him or something?"

"No I didn't!"

"My bad. I also saw the picture of you with Tony Stark" Uh oh. "Care to explain"

"Not really" He gives me a look. "We just happened to be on the same place and… and…" I couldn't come up with a better explanation. "I was drunk"

"Did you… you know…" He looked uncomfortable.

"Get jiggy with it? No" Why do I always get into the most embarrassing conversations?

"What's with you and older men?"

"Can we please stop talking about it?"

"I mean, first Reed and now-"

"I didn't like Reed?"

"Stark, I'm sensing some kind of patron" He continued saying as if I hadn't spoken. "Why is that?"

"Douche"

"What would your father say if he heard you speak like that?"

"Darla please, be more creative" I said deadpanned.

"These are the kind of things that make people think we are a dysfunctional family"

"Just eat the damn pizza"

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After Harry drop me up on the building I live, I just wasn't tired; so I just grabbed my purse and, after unpacking and checked my mail, went out.

Which is why I'm now on a taxi driving around Times Square and beyond. Since it's getting dark, the city has this atmosphere that, I don't know, it's not quite New York at night, but more like a prelude, you can hear and feel the expectation of whatever's going to happen in the night. Which I'm wondering right now because I have no idea where I'm headed. I looked out the window.

Wait.

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Is that a picture of MJ?

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What is she doing in a poster?