Peter and Harley?

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

*HARLEY*

The minute he left my heart ached. Ugh I sighed and walked into the kitchen to start making pancakes.

"Hey kid, you're up early" said Tony as he entered the room.

"Oh yeah, Peter woke me up when he was leaving" I replied.

"Oh really? He woke you up from his room on the other end of the hallway?" he asked with an almost malicious gleam in his eye.

"Oh, well we fell asleep while doing a movie marathon" i replied careful not to look him in the eyes.

" a movie marathon huh"

"Yup"

"Well you guys are getting along better than I thought"

"Yeah I guess. He's pretty cool."

"Really? Thats a big compliment coming from you Harley"

"So i guess you should give me his phone number so I'll know when he's coming over" I said trying not to sound eager.

"Of course. To 'see when he's coming over'"

"Yep"

"If you say so..." tony replied with a smirk

"Just give me the number you geyser"

"Sure sure relax"

"Thanks"

"Anything for Parley" he replied mischievously.

"Parley?"

"You know a ship name. That's what the kids call it these days"

"... a ship name for who..."

"You and Peter of course" and with that he walked out of the room leaving me with a bunch of pancakes and a certain cute guy's phone number.

*PETER*

After a questionable tasting breakfast made specially by aunt may, I flopped on my bed in utter boredom.

Sure i could do homework...but i don't really want to.

Instead i just went on my phone to look at new memes.

After that i took a short nap as I missed sleep last night.

*ping*

My phone went off waking me from my slumber. It was probably ned. Ill just answer later.

*ping*

My phone went off again.

"Ugh ned what do you want" I mumbled as I got up and checked my phone. Ugh it was already 1:00.

Unknown: hey parker
Unknown: it's harley btw

Okay okay don't freak out. Just the coolest guy you've ever met has your phone number.

Okay just play it cool.

Peter: oh hey Harley

Harley: tony insisted on giving me your number so we could keep in touch
Harley: what a wacky old man right

Oh. so mr. Stark made him text me.

Peter: yeah he's interesting for sure

I checked the time. It had been 5 minutes since i sent my last text. Maybe he just doesn't want to talk to me.

Harley: interesting is a bit of an understatement
Harley: so what was your nightmare about?

The nightmare started coming back in flashes. My hands started shaking and a cold sweat dripped down my back.
*10 minutes later*

Harley: hey?
Harley: sorry was that too personal?

Peter: sorry its just an uneasy topic for me

*incoming facetime from Harley*