Chapter Five
"How did you survive?"
Harry was sitting at the foot of Peter's bed, watching him dig his face into the bed and having some difficulties in covering himself with covers.
"I don't want to talk about it." He said, his voice muffled.
"Pete!" he said pulling the cover off of his head, "You can't fester like this; it's not healthy."
"Watch me." Peter said darkly and he ripped the blanket from Harry's grasp and pulled it over his head.
"Come on, Olivia Newton-John," coxed Harry, "You can't lay in this bed all day; you have class in thirty minutes."
Peter cautiously and slowly pulled the blanket off of this head and looked at him, "Class. Cancelled. Blah!" he yanked the cover almost as quickly as he spoke.
Harry folded his arms across his chest as he enigmatically grinned, "Your aunt was right; you are a ninny".
Peter pulled the covers off of him and sat on the edge of his bed, "You're wrong and misinformed." He got up, looked out of the window and turned around abruptly, "I'm sorry Harry that I'm not the happiest person in the world. My aunt thinks I'm so pathetic that she has to set me up at a canning tomato exploratory with a girl that I've haven't seen in like two years because I told her that I just wanted to be friends!" he said sarcastically and overdramatically as he waved his hands about.
"Don't fret too much about that. My personal assistant tried to set me up with a German drill sergeant named Liepmayt."
Peter walked closer to Harry with a terrified look upon his face, "MJ was stabbing a tomato. Stabbing! I'm fearing for my life because I think she's going to stab me like she stabbed that tomato!"
"Well, you know Pete, it was awkward for the both of you. You haven't seen each other in two years and the last time you two did see each other, you turned her down like an inflated pancake."
"Well, thank you Dr. Phil, that's really reassuring. It's not enough that I'm vexed over the whole situation, but you have to make me feel even better." Peter said as he slid his back again his dresser drawer and sat down on the ground.
"Pete," Harry said as he squatted to see Peter at eye-level, "You're really not giving me much to be on your side of this."
"What? You're against me? You're on her side?"
"Very good, Einstein," Harry said, "The girl of your dreams wants to be with you and you broke her heart. What the heck were you thinking? Were you on cough medicine or something?"
"It's complicated."
"Chemistry is complicated Peter; love isn't."
Peter got up from the floor and headed down the stairs, "Maybe for you, Harry, but not for me."
Harry followed Peter downstairs and into the kitchen. Peter went into the refrigerator and grabbed bottled water while Harry leaned on the counter.
"You need to apologize Peter."
Peter looked at Harry with vehemence as he frustratingly tried to open his bottled water, "Me? Why? She's the one that-"
"Because Peter." Harry simply said as he grabbed Pete's water and opened it. "Women are always right." He handed Peter's water back to him, "Women are always right whether they are right or not."
Peter looked at Harry with perplexity and place his fingertips at his temples, "Gee, and I though law was a complicated language."
Harry smiled knowingly and stated as haughty as possible, "You will become a Jedi, I promise."
***
The clock in the kitchen continued to blink 9:00 P.M. Peter stared at the clock for a few seconds, then yawned and stretched. He had been sitting at the kitchen table for at least four hours studying and doing homework. He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. His muscles were also yearning for movement.
"Gee, time flies fast when you're having fun."
Then suddenly, he felt the rig of his skull instantly coming cold- his 'Spider-sense'. Frowning, he got up form the table and looked down at the New York City sidewalk. He frowned again and shook his head. "Oh, no," he said with ennui, "not tonight."
"How did you survive?"
Harry was sitting at the foot of Peter's bed, watching him dig his face into the bed and having some difficulties in covering himself with covers.
"I don't want to talk about it." He said, his voice muffled.
"Pete!" he said pulling the cover off of his head, "You can't fester like this; it's not healthy."
"Watch me." Peter said darkly and he ripped the blanket from Harry's grasp and pulled it over his head.
"Come on, Olivia Newton-John," coxed Harry, "You can't lay in this bed all day; you have class in thirty minutes."
Peter cautiously and slowly pulled the blanket off of this head and looked at him, "Class. Cancelled. Blah!" he yanked the cover almost as quickly as he spoke.
Harry folded his arms across his chest as he enigmatically grinned, "Your aunt was right; you are a ninny".
Peter pulled the covers off of him and sat on the edge of his bed, "You're wrong and misinformed." He got up, looked out of the window and turned around abruptly, "I'm sorry Harry that I'm not the happiest person in the world. My aunt thinks I'm so pathetic that she has to set me up at a canning tomato exploratory with a girl that I've haven't seen in like two years because I told her that I just wanted to be friends!" he said sarcastically and overdramatically as he waved his hands about.
"Don't fret too much about that. My personal assistant tried to set me up with a German drill sergeant named Liepmayt."
Peter walked closer to Harry with a terrified look upon his face, "MJ was stabbing a tomato. Stabbing! I'm fearing for my life because I think she's going to stab me like she stabbed that tomato!"
"Well, you know Pete, it was awkward for the both of you. You haven't seen each other in two years and the last time you two did see each other, you turned her down like an inflated pancake."
"Well, thank you Dr. Phil, that's really reassuring. It's not enough that I'm vexed over the whole situation, but you have to make me feel even better." Peter said as he slid his back again his dresser drawer and sat down on the ground.
"Pete," Harry said as he squatted to see Peter at eye-level, "You're really not giving me much to be on your side of this."
"What? You're against me? You're on her side?"
"Very good, Einstein," Harry said, "The girl of your dreams wants to be with you and you broke her heart. What the heck were you thinking? Were you on cough medicine or something?"
"It's complicated."
"Chemistry is complicated Peter; love isn't."
Peter got up from the floor and headed down the stairs, "Maybe for you, Harry, but not for me."
Harry followed Peter downstairs and into the kitchen. Peter went into the refrigerator and grabbed bottled water while Harry leaned on the counter.
"You need to apologize Peter."
Peter looked at Harry with vehemence as he frustratingly tried to open his bottled water, "Me? Why? She's the one that-"
"Because Peter." Harry simply said as he grabbed Pete's water and opened it. "Women are always right." He handed Peter's water back to him, "Women are always right whether they are right or not."
Peter looked at Harry with perplexity and place his fingertips at his temples, "Gee, and I though law was a complicated language."
Harry smiled knowingly and stated as haughty as possible, "You will become a Jedi, I promise."
***
The clock in the kitchen continued to blink 9:00 P.M. Peter stared at the clock for a few seconds, then yawned and stretched. He had been sitting at the kitchen table for at least four hours studying and doing homework. He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. His muscles were also yearning for movement.
"Gee, time flies fast when you're having fun."
Then suddenly, he felt the rig of his skull instantly coming cold- his 'Spider-sense'. Frowning, he got up form the table and looked down at the New York City sidewalk. He frowned again and shook his head. "Oh, no," he said with ennui, "not tonight."