Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Writer's block, visiting relatives two states away for Christmas. Yeah. Anyway, here 'tis.

DISCLAIMER: Harry is mine. Stan Lee, Marvel, and everybody can have the rest.

Of Graduations and Invitations

"I can't believe we've finally graduated!" Mary Jane was shrieking to her friends as Harry and Peter passed them on the way to find May Parker. Norman Osborn, surprisingly had been amongst the proud parents and relatives watching the graduation ceremony.

Norman had gone unnoticed fairly close to MJ's group and the teenage boys were still close enough to hear him when he said haughtily, "I can't believe Harry's actually managed to graduate." Peter's spider-sense flickered lightly as a hand clapped down on his shoulder. "I know he couldn't have done it without you, Parker. Thank you."

Peter grabbed the hand, pointedly removing it and replied, "Harry could have done it on his own. I was just there for moral support."

Norman's nod was contradicted by a dubious look he made no effort to hide. "In any case, never lose your love of knowledge and science," the older Osborn said, referring to the science award Peter had gotten. Without giving the boy time to respond, he turned to Harry and said, "You could learn some things from your friend here."

And with that, Norman was walking away. Apparently Harry wasn't riding home with his father.

The boys found May, and she hugged and congratulated them both. "Ben would be so proud of the two of you, " she said tearfully. Quickly regaining her composure, she drew herself up to her full height and asked, "So, who wants to go celebrate with pizza and ice cream?"

At the Parker house

It was a little past eleven pm, and May had gone to bed around 8:30 or nine. The teens had been snacking on whatthey had raided from the fridgewhile having a movie marathon.

"Mmm, hey Pete," Harry said as he wiped a little pizza sauce off his chin with the back of his hand.

"Hm?" Peter asked, tearing his attention away from The Lost Boys.

"I'm moving out, into my own apartment in a week or so. It's a little big for one person though."

Peter grinned, catching on instantly. "Cool. I'll start packing."

Harry grinned back and asked, "You think we'll drive each other nuts after a while?"

"No way. What could be bettter than living with your best friend?"

Around three in the morning the boys drifted off, the TV still blaring Star Wars II: Attack of the Clones.

Next Morning

Peter woke to the feeling of something wet around his mouth. He opened his eyes to find he'd been using Harry's shoulder as a pillow, and had drooled all over Har's long-sleeved tee. Peter sat up, wiped the drool off his mouth, and stretched.

Aunt May must've checked on us some time this morning, Peter mused as he noticed the fleece blanket that covered both him and Harry. Speaking of morning, the time is... he glanced at his watch, one in the afternoon. Well, not much of a surprise, considering how late we were up last night.

Harry stirred at the loss of warmth on his shoulder. Motion at his side convinced him to wake up. He pried his eyes open, and a sleepy smile stole across his lips. "Mornin', Pete."

Mirroring the other boy's sleepy smile, he replied, "Not anymore. See?" He showed the curly-haired teen his watch. Harry's eyebrows went up lazily. Peter stood up and offered Harry a hand up. He let Peter help him up.

"So, you two night owls are finally awake," May said from behind them, amusement coloring her tone. "I'll put lunch on for you."

The teens chatted until lunch was ready and then Peter decided it was time to break it to May.

"Aunt May," he called her attention to him. "I need to talk to you. I know how hard it's been to pay the bills since... well, lately, and I know I'm not helping with the financial burden. Maybe I should move into the city and get a job, so I can help out more. Harry's moving. I-I could stay with him. If you're okay with that."

May's smile faltered for a second before she got her expression back under control. "That's wonderful, Peter. I'll help you pack." She chuckled. "You'd probably forget to pack your socks, or some such thing."

May's POV

At first, when Peter told me he was moving out, I realized that I'd be all alone. Ben was dead, and nowPeter would be gone. Then it hit me.

Ben and I had realized long ago that Harry had deeper feelings for Peter than those that came with friendship. He's never tried to make a move on Peter though, and Ican imaginehow hard it must be for him. Now I realize my nephew is beginning to feel the same way about Harry, though neither of them know it.

I've never been a narrow-minded person, so this revelation didn't bother me in the slightest. I've actually been trying to think of a way to get them together for quite some time.

So, with this revelation and Peter's grief for my husband in my mind, I think living with Harry will do Peter some good. Misery loves company, and Peter always seems more carefree around Harry. I will miss my nephew though.

TBC.........