Work? what's that?

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I was about to tell my Twitter friend about my plan to ask Peter out but he ended the conversation.

Opening Instagram I started scrolling through but then I stoped suddenly.  I looked at the post in front of me, I was sitting on Tony's ridiculously expensive sofa, minding my own business when I saw a post from @Peter.Parker_

And now I had to make the biggest decision of my life.

Like or not to like.

I had already memorised the photo he posted and I think the caption was permanently engraved into my soul.

If I liked it would look as if I was madly and deeply in love with him (I'm not it's just a small-ish (ok medium) crush) or it would just look like a desperate cry for attention.

I could not like, I could pretend I never saw his post, I could pretend I didn't go on Instagram today at all, but no that wouldn't work I commented on MJ's post this morning. If I don't like Peter might think I hate him, that I regret the almost-kiss and wished I had never met him.

Am I over thinking this?

I closed my eyes and liked the post, if I was going to ask him out later anyway I didn't want to seem like a coward for not liking his post on Instagram.

This is completely stupid

I held my phone up above my face looking at the little red heart.

"Harley-" someone said behind me, I shrieked and dropped my phone on my face.

Nope nope nope nope nope nope

I had accidentally opened up Peter's story. The first slide was a poll, "should I make a stupid decision?"

The answers were yes or yes.

Before I could answer or contemplate what the hell that meant the next slide came on, a photo of Peter with a face mask on. Despite my situation I smiled. Then text saying "and for the people asking the face mask wasn't the dumb decision, what I'm going to do is much worse"

Someone tapped on my shoulder and I remembered why I was scared in the first place.

Tony was standing next to me looking VERY concerned "- Harley are you alright?"

"Yep, I'm just peachy"

"ok-? Well I need you to take this" he dropped a heavy cardboard box in my arms "and take it across town, the address is on the side"

I stared at the box in disbelief "why?"

Tony sighed "the van broke down and I have to get two of these boxes to a venue I'm speaking at tomorrow"

"Don't you have people to do this kind of stuff for you"

Tony looked confused "yeah... Interns like you"

I adjusted the box in my arms "I thought intern was more of a pretend title, like I haven't had to do any interny stuff before like getting coffee-"

"That's a good idea" Tony said grinning "you can get some coffee for me on your way back."

"But-" I protested, trying desperately to get out of this "you said there were two boxes, I won't be able to carry both"

"Don't you worry about that, there's another intern downstairs with the other box"

I gritted my teeth "great"

-

I look the lift down to the ground floor, the box wasn't really heavy, just awkward to hold.

I saw the intern and suprise suprise it was







Not Peter

Instead it was an intern I vaguely recognised, she has long hair plaited into cornrows, dark eyes and she was carrying an identical box to mine.

"Hey, you're Harley right?"

"Yeah- Aliyah right?"

"Uh huh"

"Should we get going then?" I asked.

"I'm not going with you" Aliyah said "I'm just holding this for Peter, he'll be back in a minute"

"Great.."

At that moment Peter came out of a side door. "Thanks Aliyah"

"No problem" she said before walking off.

"Are you ready to leave?" I asked.

"Yep after you"

"Cool, d'you know where we're going?"

"sort of, Tony called me and explained what we had to do but I don't really remember what he said"

"ah ok"

-

to my great suprise we actually managed to get to the venue (only getting delayed once when Peter insisted on stroking a dog for 10 minutes)

"how are posters so heavy?" I complained stretching my now empty arms. we had opened to box to find them full of posters with Tony's face on them.

"it's not that heavy"

"uhh yes it is"

Peter laughed "are you ready to go back?"

"not yet, Tony wants us to get a coffee for him"

Peter stoped outside an ice cream place, "they sell coffee in here"

"you sure? there's a Starbucks over there"

"here's good" he opened the door for me. the store walls must had once been painted plain white but not it was almost completely obscured by hundreds of small but detailed paintings. Peter confidentiality walked up to the counter and greeted the server.

"Hey MJ!"

wait MJ? I looked at the server and it defenatly was her.

"I didn't know you worked here" I accused her.

she waved an ice-cream scoop at me "well now you know, I work here on weekends. What can I get you and no discount this time or my manager will kill me"

"your manager loves you, ever since you painted the walls you've had way more customers"

"wait you did that?" I asked.

"yeah" she said offhandedly "but no discounts, you and Ned lost that privilege after last time."

"we said we were sorry. anyway can we have one black coffee and two of those rainbow ice-creams please"

"sure that will be $6.29" MJ said, getting our order ready.

Peter pulled out a sleek black credit card.

"where'd you get that?" I asked

"It's Mr Starks, for emergencies and when he wants me to bring him coffee"

"and the ice-cream?"

"it's an emergency"

MJ passed us our ice-creams and Tony's coffee "have a good day losers"

"you too" Peter waved goodbye.

together we strolled outside and I licked my ice-creams "this is really good" I noted.

"I know right, rainbows my favourite flavour, though I can never decide what it tastes like other then rainbow"

I licked it again then laugh "now you've said it I can decide either"

looking down I noticed my shoe lace flapping as I walked,

"can we stop for a sec? I need to tie my shoe"

"ok"

we turned into a side alleyway to get out of the foot traffic, I gave Peter my ice-cream and bent down to tie my laces. when I stood up Peter and I were standing nose to nose.

"uhh-" I tried to say something but words didn't come out.

"we should probably talk about what happened in ikea"

"yeah maybe-" I shifted my weight nervously.

"I wished-" Peter took a deep breath "I wished we didn't get kicked out"

"what are you saying?" 

"I think you know"

"yeah I do"

our faces moved closer and closer together until our lips were touching.

Peter felt cold from the ice cream but I didn't care.

in that moment I didn't care about anything the the boy Infront of me

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