366 Can you cook?
His memory is screwed up thanks to the accident. Not that he knows the truth of what the accident was. No, everyone who does know doesn't want him to remember. They have the old Harry back. Happy Harry who has a smile for everyone and isn't slowly drowning due to the pressures of his father and Peter's betrayals. If he notices that people are acting strange around him, he doesn't let him know. Harry just chalks it all up to the bop on his head. He's free now.
When she says she's coming over, the lovesick puppy returns. Mary Jane does something to him, and he tells himself he won't make a move. This is Peter's girl. The girl that Peter has loved since he was a child. The problem is, Harry's fallen in love with Mary Jane too. Not the little girl who lives next door, no. Harry's fallen for the woman she is becoming.
That is the only excuse for pretending he can flip an omelet when they're in the kitchen together. Maybe it's the music or the way she laughs when he dances with her. The way her hair and skin smell, or just the way she moves so flawlessly. Like some kind of angel. He wants to impress her, but he's the kid who grew up in the penthouse with cooks and nannies and butlers and drivers. The kid with bodyguards and a pilot. The kid who isn't still a kid, but will probably always have at least a toe in Neverland. When half the omelet hits the kitchen floor, she laughs harder, and he smiles sheepishly.
She may be Peter's girl, but his heart is fighting with his memory, cause she feels like his.
When she says she's coming over, the lovesick puppy returns. Mary Jane does something to him, and he tells himself he won't make a move. This is Peter's girl. The girl that Peter has loved since he was a child. The problem is, Harry's fallen in love with Mary Jane too. Not the little girl who lives next door, no. Harry's fallen for the woman she is becoming.
That is the only excuse for pretending he can flip an omelet when they're in the kitchen together. Maybe it's the music or the way she laughs when he dances with her. The way her hair and skin smell, or just the way she moves so flawlessly. Like some kind of angel. He wants to impress her, but he's the kid who grew up in the penthouse with cooks and nannies and butlers and drivers. The kid with bodyguards and a pilot. The kid who isn't still a kid, but will probably always have at least a toe in Neverland. When half the omelet hits the kitchen floor, she laughs harder, and he smiles sheepishly.
She may be Peter's girl, but his heart is fighting with his memory, cause she feels like his.