Love Triangle Chapter Two
A/N: Update, you may be wondering why I changed the story, it will still have pretty much the same out come as "Harry's Revenge" but I thought that this plot line was easier to work with.
"What am I going to do about him?" MJ thought as she walked into her gloomy apartment and switched on the lights, throwing her keys into a small vase on the table. "I know his dad just died but if he can't be there for me then I can't be there for him. Tomorrow, I'll tell him how I feel and if he still wants to be an ass hole then that's his choice."
She knew that she had to calm down or she'd end up in a psychiatrist's office like she did while she was still living at home and her parents had all of those fights and could never stop yelling at each other or at her. She didn't want to end up like they did, no money and no love for one another. Thinking about this brought her thoughts back to Peter Parker.
Peter had loved her for as long as she could remember and all he wanted to do now was be her friend. She couldn't believe it when he said those words to her. All she wanted to do at that moment was crawl in a small hole and die. Plus, Harry getting mad at her didn't help matters in the least. She sort of wished it could be like it was when they were in high school. They were all so happy and carefree without a problem in the world. Now that they're out of the house and on their own they have all of these problems to deal with like not being able to pay their rent or worrying about their next audition or job interview.
As MJ pondered this she slowly walked into her kitchen and picked up the phone and began dialing Peter's number. Before she could finish dialing she hung up. She knew that there was a chance that Harry would pick up the phone and she'd have to talk to him. That was something that she couldn't do just then.
Walking into her small, sparsely furnished bedroom, she slipped off her heels and slipped her feet into her slippers. As she walked into her living room again, she noticed a message on her old answering machine. When she pressed the play button she heard Peter's flowing voice.
"Hey MJ," the message began, "I didn't mean to make you upset today at the funeral but there are some things that you don't know about me. I'd like to tell you about them, in fact you're the only person I'd give anything to tell the truth to. Can you meet me in Central Park tomorrow at about one? I hope you can make it. I hope to see you tomorrow, bye."
She'd made up her mind before he even told her where to meet her. She was going and she was going to find out what Peter Parker was hiding from her if it was the last thing she did.
A/N: Update, you may be wondering why I changed the story, it will still have pretty much the same out come as "Harry's Revenge" but I thought that this plot line was easier to work with.
"What am I going to do about him?" MJ thought as she walked into her gloomy apartment and switched on the lights, throwing her keys into a small vase on the table. "I know his dad just died but if he can't be there for me then I can't be there for him. Tomorrow, I'll tell him how I feel and if he still wants to be an ass hole then that's his choice."
She knew that she had to calm down or she'd end up in a psychiatrist's office like she did while she was still living at home and her parents had all of those fights and could never stop yelling at each other or at her. She didn't want to end up like they did, no money and no love for one another. Thinking about this brought her thoughts back to Peter Parker.
Peter had loved her for as long as she could remember and all he wanted to do now was be her friend. She couldn't believe it when he said those words to her. All she wanted to do at that moment was crawl in a small hole and die. Plus, Harry getting mad at her didn't help matters in the least. She sort of wished it could be like it was when they were in high school. They were all so happy and carefree without a problem in the world. Now that they're out of the house and on their own they have all of these problems to deal with like not being able to pay their rent or worrying about their next audition or job interview.
As MJ pondered this she slowly walked into her kitchen and picked up the phone and began dialing Peter's number. Before she could finish dialing she hung up. She knew that there was a chance that Harry would pick up the phone and she'd have to talk to him. That was something that she couldn't do just then.
Walking into her small, sparsely furnished bedroom, she slipped off her heels and slipped her feet into her slippers. As she walked into her living room again, she noticed a message on her old answering machine. When she pressed the play button she heard Peter's flowing voice.
"Hey MJ," the message began, "I didn't mean to make you upset today at the funeral but there are some things that you don't know about me. I'd like to tell you about them, in fact you're the only person I'd give anything to tell the truth to. Can you meet me in Central Park tomorrow at about one? I hope you can make it. I hope to see you tomorrow, bye."
She'd made up her mind before he even told her where to meet her. She was going and she was going to find out what Peter Parker was hiding from her if it was the last thing she did.