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CHAPTER SEVEN ! want some walnut loaf with your secrets?
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THE elevator dings as the door opens and peter steps out with a box of new computer parts in one hand and his key in the other.
peter walks up to the door and opens it, throwing his keys onto the counter. "hey may!" he yells from the kitchen.
"hmm. hey. how was school today?" she asks.
"okay," he answers, "theres this crazy car parked outside."
peter walks through the kitchen and into the living room, pausing as he sees an unfamiliar face sitting on his couch, "oh, mr. parker," tony states.
"um. what--what are you doing?" he stammers, "hey! uh, i'm--im--i'm peter."
"tony."
"what are . . .what are you--what are you--what are you doing here?" peter stutters out.
"it's about time we met. you've been getting my e-mails, right?" he asks.
peter tilts his head and smirks, "yeah, yeah," he answers, non truthfully.
"right?" tony asks.
peter nods, "regarding the..." peter trails on, not knowing what to say next.
"you didn't tell me about the grant," may accuses.
peter raises an eyebrow; "about the grant," he says, unknowing.
"the september foundation," tony answers.
peter nods, "right. right."
"yeah. remember when you applied?" he asks.
"yeah, yeah," peter lies.
"i approved, so now we're in business," he responds.
"you didn't tell me anything. what's up with that? you keeping secrets from me now?" may accuses.
"why, i just, i just, i just know how much you love surprises, so i thought i would let you know . . . wh . . . anyway, what did i apply for?" peter asks, very confused.
"that's what i'm here to hash out," he states.
"okay. hash out, hash out. got it," peter repeats.
"it's so hard for me to believe that she's someone's aunt," tony says pointing at may.
"yeah, well, we come in all shapes and sizes, you know?" she says flirtatiously.
peter furrows his eyebrows as the two continue to flirt, "this walnut date loaf is exceptional," tony states.
"let me just stop you there," peter says.
"yeah?"
"is this grant, like, got money involved or whatever? no?" he asks.
