Sparks Fly : A Harry Osborn Love Story Book Three Of Marvel Series

Chapter Eight : As Time Went By * FINISHED *

Each night now I still can't bother to sleep. Even though I have work the next morning, I have the haunting images of the stranger by my bedside. I don't know if it's real or not, but I know that I know what I have to do.

I have to give my blood to Harry Osborn.

Look at my friend, I cant believe what is happening to him . He is taking his medicataion to try to make him feel better yet he is starting to look more and more ill. I think that it's worth a try to at least try to save him.

I am starting to feel a deeper connection around him now. When ever I see him smile, I seem to feel a spark of pleasure from him. He laughs at all of my jokes. Why do I feel this way for him , my stoumach and heart seems to lighten up at the sound of his name.

What is this feeling?

The feeling of love and comapssion that surrounds my life. He is the reason for it right now. It may be because of the hard work that I put into my life to save the countless lives that I do save each and every single day.

Peter must feel like this when he is around Gwen Stacy. I had heard that the two of them are getting closer an closer every single day now. They are falling in love all over again and are staying close. Peter and Gwen deserve eachother for sure.

I guess that in some ways you can say that the two of us are starting to become like them. We are starting to tell eachother almost everything now and we are starting to fall deeper and deeper into our relationship. We are practically inseperatable now except for our jobs of course.

It's starting to feel like the good old days when we would play with eachother for hours. Our guardains would talk about science as they would watch us play. We would love to go outside and just stare up in the sky. I remember that my uncle would often tease the two of us about getting married and having kids.

I lie in the darkness of my room trying to fall asleep once again, the imaginary shadow seemingly to be watching me that exact moment.I ignored it, trying to tell it was my imagination .

 In my hand was my phone that was buzzing. Harry and I were texting constantly . I guess that he couldn't sleep at all as well.  Why was he bothering calling me now?

I had picked up the phone and put it next to my ear. " Harry Osborn"

"Lynnsey Connors"

"Harry Osborn" I said in a sigh. This is a little game that we had began playing lately. We say the others first and last name then they say ours. We say them in different tones until one of us cant do it anymore. It's stupid, but it amuses the two of us well.

"Lynnsey Connors" Harry tried to put some sort of weird accent onto his voice.

"Harry osborn" I said in a whisper.

"Fine you win, Lynnsey. Can we talk tomorow about somthing important? I think that you should know what I am about to tell you. But please be alone"

"Alright then I will be there for sure. "

"Excellent. Good night Lynnsey"

"Night Harry." I said before hanging up the phone on him.

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I was in my office busily typing when Peter had nudged my slightly . He had been taking photos of himself in costume and barely gotten any of me .

I guess that I had been so fast that they would usually end up very blurry in the shot. Not to mention that Jameson had yelled countless orders to him about the complaints of reading reports with Thunder's refernce but not with a single picture of me. I soppose that it would anger quite a few readers as well so I see him point.