I won't have time to draw something since it's night and am kinda supposed to be asleep but I wanted to tell you guys or at least who read this that'll indeed make a new story of this one-shot. Sorry for not posting. 

life has been kicking me hard in the stomach but is recovering. 

anyway, enjoy this small story.

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The young Burnett walked into the room holding a small object in his hand. hiding it quickly as soon as he saw the figure. 

"M-Mr. Osborn, I'm sorry I didn't mean to interrupt." Peter said nervously,  he hadn't known Norman was inside Harry's room. Peter turned with a bright embarrassed face to open the door but was stopped when norman said something. "Peter, my boy- it's Norman, not Mr. Osborn, not to worry I was just finished talking to harry," Norman said to him, placing a hand behind Harry's back. Who was facing back to them, peter examine harry for a second and looked back at Norman. Who just smiled and walked past the boys, opening the door. 

"I'll see you next week Harry, Good day Peter." norman said as he closed the door behind him and walked away. Peter said his goodbyes and looked back at Harry, He was now sitting on his bed not looking back at his friend. Peter knew very well what his friend was thinking, no words were needed to know Harry's father wasn't going to be here for his son's birthday. Peter's eyes lowed, this wasn't the first time, he didn't say anything at all but just walked over to his friend and sat right next to him, looking in the direction where Harry was looking at. A simple wall, harry sight as he laid down on his soft bed, he whipped away some tears and looked up at peters. 

Who just smiled softly at him, Harry moved a little so Peter lay down right next to him. "Happy birthday, harry... I um got you something- not much but here. " Peter handed him a small box that was wrapped in silver dark blue with a nice green ribbon. Harry took the small box and smiled softly admiring the nice wrapping. "Aunt may help you, didn't she?" He said smirking, lifting an eyebrow at him. " up and open your present." Peter rolled his eyes, they laugh as Harry unwrapped the paper and open the small box. Silents...

Peter smiled and looked away, up at the ceiling. "you like it?" he said softly, barling even a sound. Harry took out, A ring, carved were his initials, "Did- did you make this?"  Harry said to peter, looking really surprize. Peter nodded, looking at Harry, "You mention you liked a ring when we went to the mall with the girls last time, and umm... I know it isn't the same as you wanted nor anything like that but I found out MJ doesn't have some Jewelry in her spare time and she showed me how to do it and well yea" Peter said to him, Harry looked at the ring and placed it on his hand which had other rings. "it's perfect..." he said, Harry looked at Peter who was smiling. "I'm glad-"  harry grabbed his hand, "Your perfect." Peter was stunned at this reaction but didn't fight it or let go. 

In fact, he smiled brighter, holding onto his hand tighter.   

"Happy birthday Har" 

"Thank you, Pete... for everything." 

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Fin.