When he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones I wrote you?
"Jesus Peter you can be such a jerk sometimes."
Peter rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.
"For God's Sake Gwen, I said I was sorry!"
"I asked you to pick me up four hours ago, Peter! Half an hour later, I'm still waiting."
"I was working on my final piece of work for Biology! I got distracted. You could have called me, I do own a phone, you know."
"I shouldn't have to call you! Jesus Christ, Peter, I'm your girlfriend!"
"AND YOU'RE NEVER HERE AND YOU NEVER WILL BE FORGIVE ME FOR TRYING TO WIN MYSELF A SCHOLARSHIP."
Silence filled the room as Gwen glared at Peter. She looked extremely angry.
"I work, am valedictorian and tutor three other kids."
"Yea, it's alright for you. You have money. I have nothing. Aunt May is working like three different jobs to get me through Midtown Science. If I want to go to university, I have to give my everything to maybe only get a scholarship to a crap university. You're set for life, Gwen; I have nothing after high school. I'm trying to secure a future and don't act like I'm the only one who's forgotten things. How many times have you not turned up for a date or turned up late because of OsCorp or you've been tutoring someone?"
"You know what, I don't need this. I have work to do."
"Then go and do it, Jesus Christ Gwen. You know, I thought you were different but you're just stuck up like the rest of the girls in our school."
Gwen's hand connected with Peter's cheek. His head snapped to the side and he turned back just in time to see his door slam shut. Slowly, Peter sank into his desk chair, opening his laptop. He just had to go and screw things up with Gwen. Why couldn't he have just kept his mouth shut? He opened his email and sighed, reading through the rejection emails from Jameson. The Bugle wasn't buying his photos and that sort of hurt. He needed to get something good before Aunt May broke something or had a stroke rushing around with her jobs. His eyes fell on a folder on the side of the screen and Peter swallowed. He opened 'Harry3' and his eyes scanned over the emails. He spotted one that he didn't recognize 'check out these piCS'. He double clicked the email and waited for it to open in a new window.
'Pete,
Jesus you should see France. It's amazing. You know, living here might not be so bad. Other than the fact that you're not here. I'm currently living with my Aunt in Paris before moving to Chavagnes-en-Paillers next month. I managed to get some (pretty decent) pictures of the Eiffel Tower at night for you. I know you've always wanted to see it. (See, I can do photography too you dork.)
Honestly? I miss you Pete. Like, France is brilliant but… It's nothing like going to school with you and causing havoc all over the city and just… Being with you. You were the best thing to ever happen to me and the best thing that has and ever will. I'll always love you Peter and I am so sorry that Norman fucked everything up. I'll come back one day. I just hope that we can carry on when I do.
Harry xxxx'
Tears welled up in Peter's eyes as he read the email over and over before he downloaded the pictures and printed them, sticking them around the picture he had of Harry on his wall. He hit reply and then froze. What could he even say after seven years?
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Flash had a tendency to bully Peter rather viciously, often causing the boy to be in tears. It was always Harry who Peter turned to for a shoulder to cry on, always Harry who gently cleaned the wounds and purred gentle, caring words into his sobbing friend's ear. The boy who cared.
…
Harry was going through his sent email messages, deleting what he didn't need. His Father's words were still echoing around his head. Faggot. Abomination. Disgusting. Unnatural. It hurt down to his core. He didn't want his Father to hate him but… He didn't want to hide who he was from his family either. Tears ran down his face. He felt physically sick at himself. How could he love who he was? How could he even try to? His own Father hated him, his own Aunt. All his family hated him. For years, he had kept it secret and now? Now he had no one to turn to.
Harry's eyes fell onto an email to a familiar email address. peterdeadlybite .uk. Memories hit him like a wall and a tear leaked down his face. He doubled clicked it and read it.
'Reply to: peterdeadlybite .uk
'Hey Har 3
You know, most people would try to, oh I don't know, walk around a wall not walk into it you dweeb. I can't believe you call me a dork when you just—
You know, Aunt May said you could sleep over. I was thinking we could.. Spend some time together you know? I mean like, we love each other and to be honest, I don't think I would ever want anyone else in the world Har-Bear. I'm your's. All your's. I'm just hoping that you'll be mine. Forever? I want you for more than forever. You're the only one I could ever care about in a relationship way and I love you Harry. I know I love you. I figured it out. You know, when, Norman threatened to send you away when you flunked Biology, I couldn't bear the thought. My stomach hurt so badly and I couldn't even imagine you not being here in New York. I want you to be mine forever. I want you to stay with me and maybe even one day become Harry Parker. Although, because of OsCorp I think I might have to become Peter Osborn or we could even become Peter and Harry Parker-Osborn I really don't care. I just want you Harry. Please come over tonight?
Dork xx'
Tears fell down Harry's face as he read it over and over again, memorizing every word and comma. Every sentence and full stop. He could barely breathe. Peter had been the best thing to ever happen to him. He clicked on new message and his fingers flew across the keyboard, typing the address in before he froze. How would Peter even react? He had probably moved on. Letting out a choking sob, he printed the email and tucked it into his suit pocket before slipping into bed and crying himself to sleep.