Radioactive - Parksborn

Part 5

Harry's POV

I told him the address and a bit of conversation started.
"You live with that Parker boy, right?" He asked and I nodded. "I see him around a lot. He's a nice and cool dude. I see him around taking lots of pictures of me. A bit of a fan if I do say so myself." He snickers. "Yeah, dude are you kidding me? He's obsessed with you!" I laugh. "Oh, you don't say?" He says egotistically. "I'm guessing he got you to be a big fan too?" He jokes. I roll my eyes fakley and cluster.

Spidey was an incredibly sweet person. I never thought that this could be the one and only one I've hated. "Yeah, I guess Pete's been my best friend for quite some time. He's a dork and he can get on my bad side if he tries to and messed with me, but he's a great best friend and I'm glad to have him." I feel.

"Good to know I have fans. Not everyone can love me. I bet he's glad to have you too." He says as we get to my house. "Hm?" I ask him not to have heard him. "Peter. I bet he's just as glad to have you as a friend. I mean you're a kind and friendly person who's also very witty and open-minded. I'm certain that he feels really special to have you." He tells.

"Thanks again, Spider-Man. I appreciate that... I never looked up to you like that until now, even though this isn't the first time I've been near you to see you save people. Thank you." I say as he puts me down. "Well, it's nothing, Harry Osborn. Hopefully, I get to see you around again, you're a great person, and I'm glad I was there to save you." He crawls up the apartment building, but I try and stop him.

"Wait," I say. But I think it was too late and he couldn't hear me. I sigh as I start to walk away. I suddenly gasp and laugh, caught off guard by Spidey swerving a web down and appearing upside down in front of me. "What's up?" He asks. I could help but feel the need to do this. He was too amazing, too special. To underestimated by me.

"I wanna give you a proper thank you," I say touching his mask. He flinches in hesitation and then allows me to. I bring his mask up to where I can meet his lips, and do what I've felt I wanted to. I kiss him. I can feel the surprise in him, and I surprised myself as well. His lips were soft and it was a choice I'm glad I made. I had never kissed a boy, but I liked this.

I finally pulled back in exhaustion and pulled his mask back up. "Thank you," I said lustfully.