HARLEY
I walked into the tower like Tony told me to and went to the reception desk. "Hi, I'm Harley Keener. Mr. Stark told me to come here to get my id badge." I said.
The lady at the desk smiled. "Here you go, just got it this morning." I said thank you and went to the elevator. I checked the message from Tony.
"Tell Friday to take you to the common room." I read aloud. I was confused but I asked 'Friday' to take me to the common room.
Then a voice said, "Of course, Mr. Keener." I jumped and looked around. "I apologize for startling you Mr. Keener, I'm Friday. I'm the AI that runs the building." When the voice was finished, the doors slid open and I stepped out into a room with lots of couches and chairs and a kitchen connected.
There was a person laying on one of the couches. "Hi." I said. The person, a teen around my age fell off the couch and looked at me.
PETER
"Hi." A voice startled me from my seat. I fell on the floor then looked up. It was a really hot guy. He had messy blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes. "I'm Harley. What's your name darlin'?" His accent made me blush even more than I was. "I'm Peter."
He held his hand out to me. I was confused for a second, then I remembered I was on the floor. I took his hand and he pulled me up. A little too hard. I smacked into him and we both blushed. "Umm...I can show you around if you want?" He smiled again and I had to try HARD not to stare at his perfect features.
No, Peter! He's probably not gay, and he probably has a girlfriend. But maybe he IS gay and doesn't have someone. I shoved down my feelings so I could show him around with a tiny bit of hope.
"So...what do you want to do when you get out of school?" He asked me. I smiled, "Well, I really want to be a foster parent. Marry a nice, sweet guy and live somewhere out in the woods. But I don't really have any career path planned out yet. I probably should though since I'm graduating this year. I don't really know anyone that would hire an autistic teen on the spot. Well except Mr. Stark, sorry. I'm rambling, I do it a lot but..." I didn't get to finish before Harley cut me off. "Don't worry, darlin'. I think it's cute." I blushed.
We came up at my room and I opened the door. "This is my room, come in anytime and we can hang out." Then I saw him looking at my altar with curiosity.
"That's my altar. It's where I practice my craft." I half expected him to judge me for it, but he said, "That's really cool! What's this?" He pointed to my charging house. "That's where I charge my crystals, runes, ogham stones, and cards." Then he pointed at my grimoire. "That's my grimoire, I write down all my spells, rituals, ingredients and stuff like that in it."
Next he pointed at my offering plate. "That's where I put offerings to the gods." He then looked at the prophecy that was written on a piece of paper stuck to my mirror. "What's this?"
"It's a prophecy. I'm an Oracle, a vessel that the gods speak to mortals through. I got that prophecy a few nights ago. 'A relationship more powerful than any other will soon present itself. And the gods will be released from their astral condemnation.' It means that someone will find a love. A love strong enough to give the gods power to sustain solid forms on Earth."
"Wow." He said. "I think we're going to be really close." I couldn't hold back the smile that came onto my face.
HARLEY
A beautiful smile graced his features. After spending all this time with him, getting to know each other, I think I like him.
