fracturedosborn-deactivated2017:

kiss me || accepting from mutuals only

He’s trashed the first time it happens. Not even the fun kind of trashed. The kind where you have to apologize to Flash for puking in his parents’ pool. Can you call it a first kiss if you only have a vague recollection of it happening? Still, he passes out to memories of soft, strawberry tasting lips on his own. The next morning he’s hungover and in so much pain but happy.

The second time is much more recognizable. The tremor has just begun in his hands and he can’t tell Peter. The only person he can think to call is Mary Jane. The spend hours together and she holds his hands to keep them steady. He kisses her. She still tastes like strawberries. 

They’re at dinner. She’s beautiful and the candlelight makes her hair look like fire. She’s talking about school and auditions and he blurts out come live with me. He doesn’t want her working at that diner. It’s awful and there are nights she has to stop Harry from going down and picking a fight from the way she’s treated. The third time he leans over the beautiful (expensive) table and kisses her beautifully painted lips. He’s in love with her.

There’s a phone call while they’re vacationing together in Rome. Harry has to break away from their fun and step outside the club. Norman is dying. The fourth time he’s crying in an alley in Italy and clinging to his girlfriend like she’s the only pillar of strength that he has. Norman is dying. He has to go back to New York.

The fifth time is eerily close to that first. He’s high. Coke and weed he bought from a goddamn drug dealer down on fourth. The coke only makes him tremble more and Mary Jane looks disappointed. The kiss ends quick and then he hears a slam. She’s gone. For the first time since boarding school he feels alone.