||So what now?||Harry+Norman Osborn

[1, It's just another day.]

Harry woke up in his warm, comfortable bed, almost not wanting to get up at all, considering how groggy and cozy he was. But his father wouldn't approve, even though he wasn't even home. "Winners wake up early every day, son. You'll see how it benefits you in the future." His father was only slightly right about that statement because now, Harry was in his senior year of high school.

Harry checked his beside alarm clock. It was 6:30 a.m., five minutes before it was supposed to ring to wake him for his Monday. He dreaded going to school. Finals week was one of the many things that awaited him, other than Mary Jane, Peter Parker, and the heinous cafeteria food.

He stared at the ceiling, making a mental note of the dim light from behind his curtains illuminating the bland, cream colored texture above him. His alarm clock rang with an obnoxious sound as he threw the covers off of himself, the cold air hugging around his bare torso, causing him to wince. He scratched his head as he made his way to his wardrobe, picking out an outfit that his father wouldn't approve of. Instead of what his father wanted him to wear, which was a dress shirt, proper coat, clean pants, and fancy shoes, he chose a red graphic-tee, a light black jacket, blue jeans and sneakers.

After saying goodbye to his butler, Bernerd, he shut the door of the black, shiny car, making his way up the stairs where Peter was waiting spacing out at MJ walking with Flash. "She's beautiful, isn't she?" Asked Peter, turning to look up at his taller friend. "Uh, yeah. What kind of question is that? She's the prettiest girl at the school." Harry knew that Peter had loved MJ since they were young, honestly, who wouldn't? MJ was astounding. She had red, soft hair, an even softer complexion, and she was great at acting. "I was just trying to make conversation." Peter replied, fixing his glasses.

After a long day, Bernerd came to retrieve Harry from the front steps. "Good afternoon, sir. How was school today?" The butler asked as Harry buckled his seat belt in the back seat. "It was fine, Bernerd." Harry replied, having a bit of attitude, but only because he was upset that Bernerd had been the one picking him up from school since the first grade. His father never came to get him, not even for appointments during the school day. "Did you learn anything interesting?" Bernerd asked, keeping focused on the road. "I don't know, Bernerd. Can you please just turn the radio up?" Harry seemed fed up, and Bernerd only obeyed Harry's wish.

Harry got out of the black vehicle once Bernerd pulled up to the parking spot. "You're not getting out?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. Bernerd said, "Oh.. no, I must go pick up your father from work." Harry's eyes slightly widened. "Why's he getting off so early? Is everything alright?" He asked, sounding alarmed. "He's alright, he's told me not to tell you, it's a surprise." Bernerd said, without a smile. "Oh, alright then." Harry said, not letting his guard down for a second. Harry closed the door and watched the butler drive off, and then he made his way inside the large estate. He was alone again. He awaited his father's arrival.