Jealousy ~ Parley/Parkner

Chapter 13

*PETER'S POV*

It's been a couple of days since I've come out. Harley keeps going through my mind.

What are we? I just want a sign.

The past couple of days Harley and I have been getting to know each other better. I don't know if that may mean we might end up being something in the future or what.

I would love to date Harley. I mean, he's perfect. The way his eyes squint when he laughs, and when ever he works the chews on the back of his pencil and rolls and squeezes the stress ball he always has on hand.

Just the little things.

But he's only here for the summer. He mentioned how he was living in a condo he rented from Craig's List, but then decided to take the offer my dad gave him here because it was too lonely there.

I don't think I could do a long distance relationship. I would always be so paranoid, even though I know Harley would never do anything to hurt me-....right?- yeah, yeah, he wouldn't.....

Then there's the thought of "What if something bad happens to him?" I mean yeah my dad is Tony Stark and he could probably get me anywhere in the world in the blink of an eye, sometimes a blink isn't fast enough. Things happen so fast you don't even see them coming.

But this doesn't answer my questions.

Are we just friends that have kissed? No that would be idiotic.

Are we friends with benefits? I've never liked the idea of that. If I like you, I want to have a special connection, not THAT kind of connection...ya know?

Does he even like me like that? I mean people's minds can change.

Like how I used to hate him and now I think I'm falling in love.

UGH PETER WHY DO YOU HAVE TO GET ATTACHED SO EASILY!

ALL I NEED IS A HINT OF SOME KIND OR AN ANGEL FROM UP ABOVE TO GIVE ME ADVICE, PLEASE!

I bury my face into a pillow and scream.

Next thing you know i hear foot steps rushing to my room and my Pops flings the door open.

He has oven mitts on and an apron with flower all over him.

Dang what kind of hearing does he have, it was literally a VERY muffled scream into a pillow.

"Are you okay?!"

I chuckle at his worried expression.

"Yeah I'm fine Mr. Mom." I laugh.

"Mr. Mom?" Pops questions.

"1. just look at how you're dressed-"

"Hey! I didn't want to get my shirt dirty. I like this shirt." Pops says showing me a shirt my dad gave him for their anniversary last year.

"Yeah, yeah- 2. Have you never seen the movie Mr. Mom?!?!"

"Why would one name a movie Mr. Mom?!"

"You're watching it." I say.

"Okay, but why did you scream?"

I sigh. "Just a lot going through my head at the moment."

Pops walks in fully and brings me into a hug resting his chin on my head.

"Is it about Harley?"

I smile at he sound of his name.

"Yes, and no. But mostly yes."

He lets go from the hug and rests his hands on my shoulders, "Do you want to talk about it?"