MJ ignored the flashing lights on her message machine. Her small apartment seemed unusually small tonight, or maybe it was inpart of the place she'd been before. MJ pressed the delete button on her messages; she already knew who they were from.
He should've thought about that before.
Her mind was playing the internal slideshow of Harry in her mind. A foolish grin crept on her face. Avoiding the mirror, MJ hastily undressed and got into the shower. As warm, pulsating water poured over her, she relived the day.
He could've come here. No, he's too scared? Polite? After that dancing episode, he's probably all alone. Serves him right. What got into him anyway? He wasn't impressing Gwen or me.
MJ rolled her eyes, why was she thinking of Peter Parker? Was it because he was Spiderman? Or was that some social status thing.
Not really, no one knew anyway.
Still, she thought he'd loved her. Truly loved her. Now as days went by she wondered what had every possessed her to give up Harry.
I already know the awnser.
Norman Osborn. Harry just couldn't settle with being okay in is father's eyes when she'd dated him. And Thanksgiving? Still painful.
Now his fathers gone…
She knew that was selfish, she wasn't happy Norman was dead, but maybe it was good for Harry.
MJ shook her head, that was an inappropriate thought. Turning the faucet, she wrapped herself in a threadbare towel. Working at the jazz bar paid a decent salary, enough to barely survive. Just so she could keep her apartment.
MJ still held on to the dream of acting, it would take time, she was used to that. After all, hadn't she waited and dated for the geekiest boy in school to finally make a move?!
Now Harry. Strong. Confident. Definitely sexy.
MJ was on the verge of slapping herself.
Comparing Harry to Peter isn't fair.
As she climbed into her bed, she couldn't shake the image of Harry's face.