Peter was home, sitting in the living room deep in thought. It was close to nine at night and the only thing lighting up the room was a small desk lamp. He knew he should be out there, looking for Dr. Octopus, but he was too wrapped up in his thoughts.
His thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. There was only one person that could be: Mary Jane. He loved her with all his heart, but right now he really did not want to talk about his issues. The doorbell rang a second time and was immediately followed by three knocks on the door.
Peter stood up and walked to the greed wooden door. He opened the door and there stood the last person he had ever expected to see for a long while. It was his best friend, Harry Osborn. "Hi Pete!"
"Harry?" For the first time in a while, Peter's face was lit up with joy! "I don't believe it!" The two friends hugged. "How have you been?"
"I've been doing good," Harry said as he entered the apartment and Peter closing the door behind him. He looked around to see clothes all over the couch and floor. There were several pizza boxes on the dinning room table and thrown on the floor. "Man, this place is a mess, even by your standard!"
"Yea, I kinda have been slacking off lately." Peter said, making his way back towards the couch.
"I've been warned that you have not bee yourself lately."
"Who have you been talking to?" Peter turned his head towards his friend.
"Mary Jane," Harry replied, walking around the back of the couch to the front to face his friend. "I know how you feel about her, Peter. I know that you love her more than life itself, and we both know that she loves you just as much. What doesn't make sense to me is that why you still have not told her how much you love her, even after she told you how she feels about you."
Peter had this same discussion with Aunt May just a month ago. How could he explain what has been happening without revealing the fact that he is Spider-Man, the very one who Harry blames killed his father. "My life is too complex right now. It's just not the right time."
"Come on, Pete! That is just another excuse. Ever since high school, you have made up excuses why you can't talk to her, and tell her how you feel. When is the right time, Pete? What will your next excuse be?" Peter did not reply. There was no way he could explain his situation to him. There's no way Harry could understand the complexity of his situation. "Pete, Mary Jane loves you and is very concern. She wants to be there for you and help you, but you refuse the help?"
"I guess I just don't want to drag Mary Jane down with me."
"What are you talking about Pete?" Harry looked at him confusingly. "Listen, I know about what has happened to you recently. You have been going through some major setbacks. Don't hide yourself from the world, and especially don't hide yourself from Mary Jane."
Felicia had tried to talk to him about this, and some of what she said had made sense. Harry was doing the same thing, and some of the things he had said also made sense, but he was still reluctant. No one fully understood his problem. No one knew he was Spider-Man, and it was better that way for all of their sakes. One thing was become more clear to him, him being Spider-Man was something he could not just quit. Spider-Man was his life, everything else was secondary.
"Pete, you'll get through this, I know you will." Harry put a hand on his shoulder. "You are an intelligent person, smarter than anyone I have ever known, next to my father. You'll find a way out of this mess, I only hope you will let us help you."
"Thanks, Harry." h
His thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. There was only one person that could be: Mary Jane. He loved her with all his heart, but right now he really did not want to talk about his issues. The doorbell rang a second time and was immediately followed by three knocks on the door.
Peter stood up and walked to the greed wooden door. He opened the door and there stood the last person he had ever expected to see for a long while. It was his best friend, Harry Osborn. "Hi Pete!"
"Harry?" For the first time in a while, Peter's face was lit up with joy! "I don't believe it!" The two friends hugged. "How have you been?"
"I've been doing good," Harry said as he entered the apartment and Peter closing the door behind him. He looked around to see clothes all over the couch and floor. There were several pizza boxes on the dinning room table and thrown on the floor. "Man, this place is a mess, even by your standard!"
"Yea, I kinda have been slacking off lately." Peter said, making his way back towards the couch.
"I've been warned that you have not bee yourself lately."
"Who have you been talking to?" Peter turned his head towards his friend.
"Mary Jane," Harry replied, walking around the back of the couch to the front to face his friend. "I know how you feel about her, Peter. I know that you love her more than life itself, and we both know that she loves you just as much. What doesn't make sense to me is that why you still have not told her how much you love her, even after she told you how she feels about you."
Peter had this same discussion with Aunt May just a month ago. How could he explain what has been happening without revealing the fact that he is Spider-Man, the very one who Harry blames killed his father. "My life is too complex right now. It's just not the right time."
"Come on, Pete! That is just another excuse. Ever since high school, you have made up excuses why you can't talk to her, and tell her how you feel. When is the right time, Pete? What will your next excuse be?" Peter did not reply. There was no way he could explain his situation to him. There's no way Harry could understand the complexity of his situation. "Pete, Mary Jane loves you and is very concern. She wants to be there for you and help you, but you refuse the help?"
"I guess I just don't want to drag Mary Jane down with me."
"What are you talking about Pete?" Harry looked at him confusingly. "Listen, I know about what has happened to you recently. You have been going through some major setbacks. Don't hide yourself from the world, and especially don't hide yourself from Mary Jane."
Felicia had tried to talk to him about this, and some of what she said had made sense. Harry was doing the same thing, and some of the things he had said also made sense, but he was still reluctant. No one fully understood his problem. No one knew he was Spider-Man, and it was better that way for all of their sakes. One thing was become more clear to him, him being Spider-Man was something he could not just quit. Spider-Man was his life, everything else was secondary.
"Pete, you'll get through this, I know you will." Harry put a hand on his shoulder. "You are an intelligent person, smarter than anyone I have ever known, next to my father. You'll find a way out of this mess, I only hope you will let us help you."
"Thanks, Harry." h