(I swear to gods I don't hate Flash (anymore) and I try not to always make him the bad guy but it just fits most of the time, next time there's a mean person it'll be someone else)

Requested by: -anemoia-

I hope you enjoy :)

Peter POV

"Darlin', time to wake up,"

I felt my eyes try to adjust to the bright light. Harley was considerate enough to be quiet while trying to wake me.

"God, why does school even exist," I groaned, shoving my face deeper into my pillow.

"C'mon Sweetheart, it's 7:30 and we gotta be to school by 8,"

I could hear his footsteps, which means he was moving from the door further into my room.

"Ugh, fiiiiiiine," I whined, flipping onto my side.

I had to admit, waking up to Harley Keener wasn't the worst thing ever. Besides who doesn't like waking up to their boyfriend.

Yep, I am the proud boyfriend of the hottest,and only, southern boy I know.

"Can I at least get a kiss?" I ask, giving him my signature puppy dog eyes.

He smiled, then leaned in and 'bopped' my nose.

"Ya can have a kiss when you're up n' ready,"

"Awwww why are you so meeaaaaann?"

"You better be up soon," He said, turning and walking back towards the door, "Happy doesn't like waiting,"

I threw a pillow at him, but missed by a few seconds as he shut the door.

Groaning, I do that a lot in the mornings, I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Why was school invented, why can't I graduate and sleep in already.

I forced myself out of bed and got dressed. My usual science pun tee, jeans, and a cardigan for good measure. What can I say, it gets cold in New York. I slipped on my shoes, grabbed my bag and walked into the bathroom. Noticing the time, I quickly brushed my teeth and ran out into the kitchen.

"Hey, ya made it on time," Harley said, looking at his watch.

"Yeah yeah, let's go Happy's waiting," I grumbled.

"Actually," He flashed a set of keys with a cheeky smirk on his face, "I'm driving,"

"Then why did you tell me Happy was!!" I exclaimed.

"Because ya would have guilted me into lettin' ya sleep longer," he said, getting up and walking towards the elevator.

"Would that have been such a bad thing?" I asked, following him into the elevator.

"No, but it's Friday and we should be on time ," he smiled, the elevator starting to descend.

"I hate it when you make a valid point,"

"Ouch, thats a lot of hate," He jokes, smiling at the light slap on the arm I gave him.

The doors opened and we walked into the parking garage. Parked close by was Harleys car, him and Mr. Stark built it themselves. It had a bunch of cool stuff in it, like self driving and hologram tech.

We got in the car and drive to school, chatting about tests and classes until we got there.

"Hey Harley! Hey Peter!" Ned exclaimed, coming up to us.

"Hey Ned! Ready for the weekend?" I ask excited.

"Hell yeah I am! I'm going to a chemistry convention in D.C this weekend!," Ned exclaimed as we walked through the front door.

"Sounds boring," Harley said, opening our locker.

Yep, our locker, we share. Even before we where dating it was just more efficient. We arrive and leave at the same time.

"Hey chemistry isn't boring," I protest.

"Whatever floats your boat," Harley said, stepping back so I could put my stuff in.

"Chemistry is important! With out it we wouldn't have basic things. We also wouldn't know what is dangerous and what we cant use while building things!" I argued, Harley never seemed to understand the importance of chemistry!

I closed my locker and turned to face Harley, who now looked kinda zoned out.

"Hey Harley, anyone home?" I ask, waving my hand in front of his face.

"Yeah, I was just thinkin' bout how attractive you look in a cardigan," Harley said, almost absent mindedly.

I felt myself smile, laughing a little.

"You don't look to bad yourself," I said, giving him a once over.

"Aww thanks shortie," he said, ruffling my hair.

"You're like two inches taller than me," I said, swatting his hand away.

"And that's something I will cherish forever," he said with a sly grin.

"Size doesn't matter," I fired back bitterly.

"Well that never really something you'll ever have to worry about now is it-?"

The next thing you could hear was the sound of a book hitting the back of someone's head.

And the 'Ack' noise that Harley made.

"It is too early," MJ said.

"Good morning to ya too, MJ," Harley winced, rubbing the back of his head.

"Thank you MJ. I was scared I would have to hear the rest of that conversation," Ned let out a sigh of relief.

"Nothing sexual till after noon at the earliest," MJ waved her book, "now come on, we have English and I've got my arguments for the debate,"

~time Skip~

"Oh thank god it's the last period of the day!" I exclaimed, leaning back in my chair.

It was sixth period, the last one of the day for Harley and I. I think Ned has one more class, but Harles and I do work studies so we get to leave early.

"I can't wait to get outta here," Harley said, sitting down next to me.

"Me too, and I still have another class," Ned complained.

"That's ya own fault for not taking work studies when ya had the chance," Harley shrugged.

"Alright class," Mrs. Elliot made her way to the front of the class, "none of us want to be here, so I'll assign you your project then class can be dismissed,"

The four of us exchanged looks. I personally was happy that I got to leave early, but also why did she have to assign a project over the weekend.

"We are doing...... The baby project!"

This time the whole class collectively groaned.

"Now I know you all have questions, but you can wait till I'm done explaining. Now.....,"

"I'm bored," Harley whispered over at me.

"That's nice," I replied, trying to pay attention to the teacher.

"So you know that on villain from that show ya watch?The anime with the broccoli?" He asked.

"You mean My Hero Academia?" I asked back, turning slightly to face him.

"Yes that one, the dude with all the hands and can't touch things with all five fingers."

"Yeah, what about him?"

"Why doesn't he just wear a glove that covers two of his fingers? That way he can touch stuff and not have it disintegrate," Harley said.

" That's- actually really smart. Except what if the hero's attack? Then he wouldn't be able to escape. Plus it's better safe than sorry I-"

"Parker! Something more interesting than your project?" Mrs. Eliot interrupted my mini rant.

"Not at all miss!" I yelled back.

"Good, now everyone who is going out of town for the weekend go to the left. Everyone who is staying go to the right,"

Everyone got up and went to their respective sides. Harley and I ended up staying on the right. Ned and MJ went to the left.

I wonder where MJ is going.

"Peter and Harley, you'll be partners," Mrs. Eliot said, shoving a doll into my arms before moving down the line.

"Umm... what?" I ask, turning to Harley.

"Looks like we have a kid," He joked, tilting his head to look at it better.

"What are we even supposed to do with this anyway?" I ask, grasping the doll by its little wrist and holding it out in front of me.

"Well first of all, your holding it wrong," he said, moving my arms and placing the doll in them so I was cradling it. "Second, if ya where payin' attention, you would know that our job is to take care of the doll for two days. Basically there's a sensor inside of the doll that-,"

"Keener, Parker, is your conversation so interesting that you need to ignore my instruction?"

"No ma'am," Harley always laid it in thick with the politeness, it always got him out of trouble.

"Hmph, anyway, like I was saying. This assignment counts as 50% of your grade. Dismissed,"

And with that she walked off.

"Umm, ok?" I said, walking back to the desk and grabbing my stuff.

"She's so bipolar," MJ said, looking at her doll with distaste.

"As always MJ is right," Ned said, holding his doll in one arm.

"Hey how come you guys don't have partners?" I ask, as we started to walk out of the classroom.

"For a supposed genius, you tend to be quite stupid," MJ snorted.

Then I realized it was because they where leaving town.

"Oh. Sorry I'm tired," I said sheepishly as we started to walk down the hallway.

"Maybe if ya didn't stay up till 5am in the labs, ya wouldn't be tired," Harley commented.

"Maybe if someone lifted the ban on us sleeping in the same room on school nights I would go to bed on time," I fired back.

"It's not even my ban, it's Tonys," Harley grumbled, clearly as displeased as I was about it.

"And whose fault is it that the ban was instated in the first place?"

"It's not my fault he can't take a joke!"

"How did that even happen?" Ned asked, jumping into our conversation, "Usually Mr. Stark is super understanding and all for humor,"

"So Harley and I stayed up one night talking right? Because of my nightmares. So in the morning we where super tired. Mr.Stark comes up to us and is like 'how did you guys sleep?'. Harley just kinda muttered 'well we didn't do much sleeping' and Mr. Stark flipped out. He told us we couldn't be in a room alone together," I laughed slightly at the memory.

"Thankful," Harley picked up where I left off, "Natasha was able to talk him down. But he still won't let us stay in the same room on school nights. I can't believe he thought that that's what I meant,"

"Have you meat yourself Keener?" MJ pointed out.

"Fair point," Harley sighed.

"Well, this is where we part. Ned has another class and I'm studying in the library. See ya later losers," MJ waved and Ned said a quick goodbye as they turned left and walked down a hall.

"So, what do ya wanna do?" Harley asked as we made our way towards the front door.

I was grateful that we grabbed our stuff before 6th hour. The locker was on our way to class and would take an extra five minutes to get to if we waited until after.

"Probably head home. I doubt this thing will like being left in the car by itself," I say, holding out the doll.

"Sounds like a plan, we could probably figure out a way to trick the computer to-,"

"No Harley, we aren't hacking a school project. We're doing this one without cheating," I chide, pushing the door open with my shoulder and stepping outside.

"Fine," Harley said, walking down the three small steps that stood in front of our school.

I was about to follow him when I felt my spider sense go off. Unfortunately for me, it was a bit too late this time. I heard a loud 'Oops' then a strong shove that sent me tumbling down. I held the doll to my chest on instinct with one hand, and used the other one to break my fall. Not only did I scrape my hand but I fell onto a small rock too.

Wonderful.

"Oh my god Pete are you ok?!" Harley ran forward helped me up, examining me to make sure I was ok.

"You're so clumsy Parker, better be more careful," the voice of Flash spoke.

No doubt he was the one that pushed me, that or one of his three buddies standing with him.

"Harley," I placed my free hand on his chest, "just leave it it's not a big deal,"

"Yeah Keener, your pathetic boyfriend needs to defend himself," Flash taunted.

"Harley, please," I beg, knowing that if Harley did anything, he would be suspended again.

Harley took in a deep breath, then sighed. Settling for glaring at Flash.

"What? Where's all the bravado I got from you last time Keener? Oh that's right, you can't take four guys at once. I'm sure your precious boyfriend has though,"

Man I don't know what I did but this was mean, even for him.

"You son if a-," Harley tried to move past me but I grabbed his arm. I had to use my super strength to hold him back.

"Harley, lets just go. The more attention he gets the more he'll do it," I say, trying to calm him down.

"C'mon boys, if I hang around any longer I might catch Parker's patheticness,"

They walked off, laughing as they went back inside.

"God, ya just need t' yeet him inta a wall, just once," Harley sounded royal pissed.

"You know I can't, and your already on thin ice. If he so much as says you hit him you'll be suspended again,"

I let go of his arm, moving my hand down and slipping it into his. He seemed to calm down a bit.

"I really hate him," Harley grumbled as I dragged him away.

"Hate's a strong word," I say as we approach the car.

"Well I mean it strongly," He said, letting go of my hand so he could walk around to the driver side door.

I hummed in response, getting into the car.

"So," I turn to face Harley, "what do you wanna name the child?"

"Ya wanna name it?" Harley asked, starting the car.

"Why not, it would be easier than calling it 'the child' for two days," I pointed out.

"Alright, what names do ya have in mind?"

We spent the whole way back to the tower arguing over names. We when back and forth between Meg and Sasha.

We met in the middle and name her, we just started calling her a she, Alex.

"So how does this project work?" I asked, walking into the penthouse.

"So basically," Harley walked to the kitchen, I followed, sliding into a stool at the island, " We have to take care of her for two days, so it'll end Sunday evening. The doll had these sensors and shit so it'll cry if it's too cold, stuff like that." 

He reached into the cubits and grabbed a container of goldfish.

"The baby is connected to the Admin who controls the settings-,"

He stopped, and just kinda stood in the middle of the room.

"Harley?" I raised my eyebrows and leaned to the side a bit.

"Hmm yeah?" He snapped out of it.

"You good?" I asked concerned.

"Oh yeah, I'm great," He flashed me a smile.

I opened my mouth to ask again, something about that put me off a bit. But then the baby started crying.

"Aaahhh what do we do!?" I asked, jumping out of my chair and looking at the baby.

"What makes ya think I know!?" Harley exclaimed walking up to the counter and looking at her.

"Well you told me how to hold her," I said.

"Because the correct way to hold a child is basic knowledge!"

"Why is there crying? Did you guys steal a child?"

Mr. Stark has just entered the room and looked extremely confused as to why there was crying.

"No Mr. Stark, we're doing the baby project," I said, gesturing to counter.

"They still assign that?" He asked over the crying.

"Yeah, do you know how to make it stop?" I asked hopefully. The crying was really loud.

"Do I look like someone who's ever handled a baby?"

"Fair point," Harley said.

"The hell is with the crying? it so loud I heard it, without my hearing aids," Clint pointed to his ears.

'Baby project' I sign.

"Thanks for the thought Pete but I put them back in. Now why haven't you guys made it stop crying?"

"We don't know how," Harley shrugged.

The baby let out a loud cry, then started moving it's little arms.

"What the fuck?!" I shrieked, I didn't know it could move.

"Peter, language!" Mr.Stark interjected.

"I didn't know it did that!! She's like a little devil! Since when did she move!?" I exclaimed.

"Sweetheart, if ya had paid attention durin' class ya would've know." Harley said.

"You where the one distracting me!"

"God I've created a monster by introducing you two," Mr. Stark groaned.

"Yeah but you love us- wait why is there no crying?"

The three of us turned to see Clint rocking the baby.

We all looked at him with surprise.

"How did you?" Mr. Stark trailed off.

"You guys seem to forget the fact that I have three kids," Clint said, handing Harley the baby, "and they usually don't like being left on cold counter tops,"

"That makes sense," Harley said, taking it.

"Why don't you guys just hack the doll? It's really not that hard to do," Mr. Stark said.

"THANK YOU! That's what I said!" Harley exclaimed, playfully glaring at me.

"No, we're not cheating," I say, putting an emphasis on 'not'.

Harley let out a loud sigh.

"Damn, you're one good egg Pete," Mr.Stark chuckled. "Fine, have it your way,  but Natasha wanted me to come get you for training day,"

"Oh right today's Friday!! Harley can you keep an eye on her?" I asked, pointing to the doll.

"Course Sweetheart, go have fun," He said.

"Thanks," I walked up and gave him a quick kiss before running to my room, "you're the best!"

Harley POV

"So kid, wanna work in the labs, or do you have to much on your hands?" Tony asked, looking at the doll.

"Let's work, I actually have somethin' I  need to do," I said, heading to the elevator.

"Is it on that new project you're working on? The one with the gauntlets for Wanda?" Tony asked, following me.

"No, but I'll probably work on that too," I said.

So remember early when I was talking about how this project worked? Yeah, so the dolls are connected to the admin, who sets the difficulty and such. That means if I could get into the admins computer I can change the settings.

Not on Peter and I's doll, but on Flashes.

Hear me out, if I can crank up the difficulty, not only will he not pass the assignment but his weekend will be trashed as well. If I recall correctly, he was bragging about how his family was going to this fancy Caribbean hotel for the weekend.

"Harley......Harley!" Tony snapped me out of my thoughts. "you ok? You've been standing in the elevator for like five minutes,"

"Oh, yeah. I'm great," I smiled, stepping out of the elevator.

"You sure? You're acting weird, even for you," He said from his work station.

"Maybe it has something to do with what happened at school this afternoon," J.A.R.I.S said, phasing into the room.

"What happened at school?" Tony asked me, his voice laced with concerned.

"Nothin' important," I really hate lying, but Peter asked me not to tell, so I won't.

"That is false, would you like to see what happened?" J.A.R.V.I.S asked Tony.

"Yes please," Tony said, leaning forward on his desk.

"Wait a sec-," I started to say, but J.A.R.V.I.S was already playing the video. So all I could do was try not to get angry again as it played through.

Once the video stopped, The room was quite for a minute.

"How long has this been going on?" Tony asked, voice shaky.

"Accordin' to MJ and Ned, freshman year," I said quietly.

"What?! Why hasn't Peter said anything! Why haven't you said anything?" Tony sounded angry, but I knew better than to think it was at Peter and I.

"Because Pete asked me not to. Tony, ya got to understand that you're his hero, he didn't want ya to think that he was weak or that he couldn't deal with a bully himself,"

"So you're just gonna let him get away with this!!?" Tony asked, sounding outraged.

"Ha. Fuck no. J.A.R.V.I.S hold this," I said, dumping the doll into his arms and the plopping down and the main computer.

"What are you doing?" Tony asked, coming up behind me.

"Hackin' into my health teachers computer," I said like it was the most obvious thing ever.

"I thought Pete said he didn't want you guys to cheat,"

"It's not to change ours," I said, typing away. Lucky the old man had built in malware, so it took care of all the hard stuff for me.

"To change Flashes?"

"Bingo,"

"How do you know he's doing the project?" Tony asked.

"'Cause, all juniors have to take health class." I said, right as Mrs. Elliots home screen popped up.

"There," Tony said, pointing over my shoulder at a system labeled "Baby Project,"

"Right," I say, tapping on the folder. It opened and voilà, the entire system behind the project. Not wanting to scroll through the list of names, I just typed Eugene Thompson into the search bar.

"Hey wait a minute, pull you your project," Tony said after looking over Flashes description.

"Ok?"

After a few mouse clicks I pulled mine up an placed them side by side.

"Of course he did," I groaned.

See there are three categories,  temperature sensitivity, Tiredness, and then just Crying for no reason.

Peters and mine where

Temperature sensitivity: 5
Tiredness: 5
Crying for other resosons: 6

Ok, ours where pretty average, but now look at flashes.

Temperature sensitivityr: 1
Tiredness:1
Crying for other reasons:1

"That shit head really got the teacher to let'em cheat," I stated almost in shock, Miss Elliot seemed super cool and not the type to do something like that.

"That's really messed up, but also watch your mouth," Tony said, still staring at the computer.

"Yeah lemme just....."

My hands flew across the key board. After about five minutes, I leaned back and admired my work.

Tempiture sensitivity:15
Tiredness:15
Crying for other reasons:15

I would also like to note that the scales where out of ten, so Flash is gonna have one hell of a weekend.

Feeling very very satisfied, I logged out and turned off the screen.

"Now, let's actually work on stuff,"

~Peter POV~

Gosh this bad guy just would not stop.

This guy is huge, and super strong. Like what the heck man, his arms are the size of me.

"So, I don't suppose you could stop being a villain and turn yourself in?" I asked, hanging sideways from a street lamp.

He roared, slamming his fist into the pole, causing it to bend in almost half. If I hadn't  moved, that shit woulda hurted.

And thus are real fight began. For the next five minutes, I went onto total autopilot mode. I had to admit, this guy was gaining on me a little bit. I was really starting to question if I was gonna win this one, when a blast hit muscle man square in the face.

I looked in the direction of the blast and smiled.

"Damn Spidey, he almost had ya," Harley chuckled, coming to a stop and hovering right by me.

I was about to thank him for coming, but then I realized something.

"Where's the baby?!" I asked, slightly panicked because I really don't wanna fail this class.

"Calm down, I asked Clint to watch her," Harley said, sounding like he was holding back laughter.

"Oh my god, lead with that next time! I thought you forgot about her!" I breathed out a sigh of relief, at least Clint was semi responsible with kids.

"Save it for the wedding you two," Nat appeased next to me.

"As much as I hate to admit it Ms. Nat is correct," Harley agreed, circling back around.

"I usually am," Nat smirked, "but for now let's beat this guy,"

~ Time Skip~

I woke up to the sound of a phone ringing.

"Harley," My voice was croaky due to just waking up, "Your phone,"

I squinted, shifting to shake Harley gently.

"Hmm?" I heard him mumble out.

"Your phone,"

"That's weird, m' phone is always on silent," He sat up, clearly just as displeased me.

Grabbing his phone of off the night stand, the look in his face went from annoyance to curiosity.

"It's Abby? She never calls this early," He said, sounding confused.

"Answer then," I said, relaxing against the mattress again and looking up at Harley.

"Yeah yeah," he grumbled, answering the call and putting it on speaker. "What do ya want?"

"Oh my god you finally picked up!!!!! Have you seen the news?! " Abby frantically asked, she sounded like she was running off of five red bulls.

"No? Ya called me at eight on a Saturday t' see if I know the news headlines?" Harley sounded just plain annoyed right now and I definitely didn't blame him.

The only thing that confused me was Abbys down right cackling.

"Oh my god look it up right now! I promise you'll love it!"

Harley mumble something about incompetent sisters and how he was gonna mute her calls and he tapped at his phone. I was half expecting him to groan and hang up, but when I looked back up he looked slightly paler.

"Are these for real?" Harley asked, sounding much more awake.

"Yeppers, it's great isn't it?" Abby cackled again. "Dani had a field day,"

"Babe what is it?" I asked, sitting up and resting my head in his shoulder.

"Wait Peters there?! Did you two-,"

"No!" Harley and I said in unison, cutting Abby off.

"Hmph, boring, anyway you should show Peter!" Abby exclaimed.

"Show me what?" I asked.

Harley tilted his phone so I could see better. I raised my head off his shoulder to read it.

"This- this is a joke right?" I asked, looking at Harley. He just shook his head as Abby cackled again.

The Artical is as follows:

Iron-Lad and Spider-man engaged with child!

Last night during a villain attack, on of our authors wads able to video tape a conversation between the engaged couple. Confirming not only the rumor that their dating, but adding a whole new layer to it!

Video 1

I stopped reading after that.

"Nope. This isn't happening, its too early," I shook my head and slid back under the covers, facing away from Harley.

I felt a hand start to play with my hair, sighing contently closed my eyes.

"Bet press is gonna be a nightmare," Abby laughed. Harley must have taken the phone off speaker, because her voice sounded further away.

"I know, this also puts us in a sticky spot," Harley groaned, "I'm gonna let ya go,"

"Why? Got a wedding to plan," Abby teased.

"Not yet," Harley said, casually.

I felt my heart speed up, and a blush cover my face.

"Oh? That's new," Abby gasped.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well usually your like all like 'ewww marriage'," Abby said, mimicking Harley

"Well this different, not that it's your business," Harley grumbled, still playing with my hair.

"So you'd spend the rest of your life with him?!" Abby sounded excited as she spoke.

"..." Harley stayed silent.

I heard an unholy shriek come from the other side of the phone.

"Ow, Jesus Christ Abbs," Harley complained.

"So you'd really would!!????" She yelled so loud I think I would have heard even if I didn't have super hearing.

"I'm gonna hang up now,"

I could hear the beeping sound and Harley sighing. I heard the comforter rustling, then felt Harley lay back down, wrapping an arm around my waist.

"So what where you guys talking about?" I asked, wondering what he would say.

I could feel his heart rate speed up a bit.

"Just stuff," he said, trying to deflect.

I shifted, turning to face him.

"You know I have super hearing right?" I asked, looking him eyes.

His eyes widened slightly, with a blush spreading across his face.

"I might have forgotten," I muttered, breaking eye contact.

"Don't worry, I think it's cute," I couldn't help but giggle. Not much made Harley blush, so when he did it never failed to amuse me.

"More importantly, what do ya wanna do about the news?" Harley asked.

"Oh god, the others will never let us hear the end of this," I groaned.

"Why don't we just play along with 'em. For the press piece at least," Harley suggested.

"That's....actually a pretty good idea, the media will hype up our supposed wedding. That way I wouldn't have to worry so much about accidentally slipping up,"

"Exactly," Harley agreed.

I leaned and connected our lips. He hummed and melted into the kiss.

Sadly, it only lasted for a few seconds, before the sound of a baby crying interrupted us.

I sighed in disappointment and sat up.

"Why is she crying this time?" I asked, mostly to myself.

"Probably for no reason," Harley grumbled as I got out of bed and walked over to where we set her down.

"I'm sure that there's a reason," I said, picking her up.

"No," Harley said sitting up, "Crying for no reason is literally one of the categories,"

"How do you know that?" I asked. We didn't get a rubric or anything with guild lines, plus, Harley was distracting me while she was talking.

"Umm....well ya see, I may or may not have hacked the admin," Harley admitted, then he noticed the look I was giving him, " Don't give me that look! I didn't change the setting for ours."

"Oh ok...... Wait- Did you change someone else's settings?!"

Harley gasped.

"What would give you that idea?"

"You where oddly specific, that means you're hiding something," I said, walking back over and sitting in the edge of the bed, baby still in hand.

"Aww you know me so well Darlin',"

"You are my boyfriend. Now quit dodging the question." I pressed.

"Ok, don't get mad," he said.

"I'll consider,"

"I changed Flashes,"

"You what!?" I yelled, I wish I could say I'm surprised...but I'm not.

"Oh come on, ya said ya wouldn't get mad!"

"You changed his settings, and I'm guessing he's going to fail now! Harley he'll fail the whole class," I tried to explain, I set the doll down next to me.

"As he should," Harley said without a shred of remorse.

"Harley..."

"No, no, no, ya don't get to 'Harley' me right now," He cut me off, " I'm tired of him getting away with every little thing. It's bullshit, besides, he bribed the teacher to lower his dolls setting so he'll probably make her change the grade too,"

"Still-,"

"Nope," he cut me off.

The he grabbed my wrist and yanked me back into bed. Wrapping me in a hug from behind.

"Harley-,"

"Nope," he cut me off again, hugging me a bit tighter and burying his face into my shoulder.

"Babe let me up,"

"No," he refused again.

"We have stuff to do," I pressed, squirming.

"Five more minutes," he fired back.

"You're being childish," I scoffed.

"Sugar we both know that you're strong enough to get out of this if you really wanted to," He teased.

We both knew it was true, but he didn't have to call me out like that.

"That was mean," I pouted, but I could feel myself relaxing and getting sleepy again.

The rest of the weekend went by without a hitch. Alex barley cried at all, and crime was pretty low. So we spent the weekend either working in the lab or hanging out with everyone else. We mainly just hung out together.

On Monday, Harley seemed like he was in a much better mood than usual.

"What's go you so cheery?" I asked, walking into the school.

"I just wanna see Flashes face when-,"

"YOU!!"

We both turned to face Flash, who, quiet frankly, looked like shit. He had bags under his eyes, his face was pale and his eye where bloodshot.

He stomped up to Harley, drawing a crowd.

"Me?" Harley asked, feigning innocence.

"Yes you! You hacked the teachers computer to change the settings on my doll!!" Flash shreaked.

Harley looked offended.

'He would make a great actor,'

"I would never do such an underhanded thing to anyone who didn't deserve it,"

"Then tell me why my difficulties where cranked up to fifteen!!" Flash yelled, trying to get in Harley's face.

"Your guess is as good as mine," He shrugged.

"Don't play dumb with me Keener, I know it was you!!"

"I would never, you'd be impossible to beat," Harley smirked, seeing Flashes face go red with anger.

"Why you-,"

"Boys! Is there a problem?" A teacher, Mr. Harrington, called.

"No sir," Harley yelled back, he took my hand and dragged me away.

"But Harley- we didn't put our stuff away," I protested, stumbling slightly before matching his pace.

"I was thinkin' that maybe we could skip today," he said.

That surprised me, usually he's the on that's like 'we need to go to school' and 'being punctual is important,'.

"I mean, sure, but why?" I asked.

"I don't know, just wanna spend time with ya," he gave me a lopsided grin

"We spent all weekend together," I reminded him, feeling my heart flutter.

"And? You don't have to if ya don't want to," He stoped walking and looked at me.

"Woah I never said that. I was just curious, that's all," I assured him.

As we resumed walking, I couldn't help but hide the dumb smile on my face. Harley is one hell of a boyfriend.

As we walked out the front doors I knew we where gonna get chewed out by Mr. Stark, but I didn't care right then.

Besides, you only get to make these memories once.

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Ayyyeeee sis is back and feeling like a horrible writer again.

Buuuuuuuuut

Y'all seem to really like my writing so as long as you enjoy it that's all that matters to me.

So this was a request and if you don't feel like it was good enough/wasn't what you wanted I'll re-write it again in the future.

Also thanks to everyone who's read this far, I feel like I've grown as a write and like these latest chapters much more than my first ones.