How do you put back a world that was never there to begin with? What can you hold on to when all there is to grasp is a ghost? A memory that never was.
Peter is on his own, watching over MJ from a distance. But as he does, the world begins to shift...
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Harry was still shocked he had gotten her to come out, but when he came to pick her up in his Cadillac Escalade, the girl who came out of the house was nowhere near the girl he had seen earlier in the week.
The sweats had been discarded for a sleek black dress - that Harry couldn't help but notice was...tight. She fidgeted nervously, pulling down on the skirt that barely covered legs that were practically never ending.
He stepped out of the car, clearing his throat and opening the door for her.
"M'lady." He was happy to find the small joke was able to coax something of a smile to her face. She eyed his ride and mustered some sense of sarcasm.
"Should I be ready for this to turn into a pumpkin at midnight?"
He winked.
"Disappearing's not really my style, love."
Her eyebrows raised at how coincidental those words were, and how close they hit to home. But tonight was supposed to be about forgetting emotion, so she shook it off.
She eased in gracefully, with her hair pulled up and sleeked back she almost didn't recognize herself either in the review mirror. The driver nodded to her as Harry slipped in beside her.
She scrunched her shoulders as she noticed Harry surveying her with the most perplexed look on his face.
"Stop staring you creep."
"Okay listen...you don't know what I had to look at the last couple days...this is ..."
His mouth hooked into a playful grin. "This is unexpected." He decided on. She rolled her eyes.
"For you and me both...do you usually make your driver go around town with you?"
Harry's cheeks reddened. "You mean Paul? I actually drag him around town because he's great company to hang out with and have a beer. Isn't that right Paul?"
"That's right, Mr. Harry. Though it seems you have much better companionship tonight." The older man's eyes twinkled, as he went ahead and put up the privacy divider.
MJ just rolled her eyes again.
"Mhm."
She observed his own outfit, black slim pants tucker into dark combat boots with a black button down, and a massive watch hanging on his wrist. Everything about him oozed the exquisite things in life.
What she didn't know was he was thinking she looked exquisite too, in an entirely different context.
"What a pair we make tonight, Jones."
She just gave him a slight smile. It did feel good to be dressed up again, and going out on the town. She couldn't remember the last time she had done this.
Finally, they pulled up to the night club entrance, a line was still wrapped around the building despite it being 11:45 on a Thursday. That's right...in two days she'd be back here anyhow for Harry's party. And a few weeks from tomorrow...MIT
