❝ good isn't who you are, fiorella. it's what you do. ❞
IN WHICH a girl with powers just wants to live a normal life but constantly finds herself in shitty situations with her best friend.
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𖥔 ݁ ˖.☀︎ ݁˖.𖥔
Frank Ocean flowed through Ella's ears as she hopped off the city bus, beginning her short trek to school. The day ahead of her was a long one; three tests in total and an essay due in 5th period. Including the presentation she had in robotics club that afternoon. And she forgot to make coffee before she left the house because she woke up late.
The makings of an absolutely awesome day.
"Ella!"
She could hear the faint callings of her name as she walked, the school now completely in view. She furrowed her eyebrows and stopped walking, turning to look behind her for the source of the shouts.
Bounding towards her with a tray of coffee, brown hair flopping around and a cute smile on his face was Harry Osborn himself. Son of Norman Osborn, New York's second richest scientist next to Tony Stark. Despite almost 6 years of friendship with Harry, Ella had only ever met his father on two occasions; the first time was in 7th grade, when the reclusive billionaire had come home early from a business trip while she, Harry, Peter, and Ned had all crowded into the game room to play video games—the group promptly left after an awkward introduction. And the second time was last year, when Ella didn't know he was home and she casually strolled into their mansion looking for Harry, and there he was in the living room, nursing a cup of coffee in a robe and glaring at her.
Not a very pleasant man.
Ella smiled at her friend, plucking an earbud out by its wire and watching as Harry came to a stop beside her. "Hey, El. I picked you up a coffee. Got your favorite." Harry grinned down at her, making the girl chuckle and shake her head, accepting the large paper cup from him. "How do you always manage to save the day, Osborn?"
Harry shrugged smugly, tossing the tray in a nearby trashcan as the two began walking up the path to their school. "You do the AP English homework last night?" Harry asked, reaching out past Ella to grasp the door handle she was reaching out for, quickly opening it for her. Ella groaned as she remembered the homework she didn't do. Bringing her coffee to her lips, she hummed as she realized he did get her favorite; black hazelnut coffee with caramel.
