[Comprehensive British and American] Go, Pikachu!

Peter was waiting anxiously outside the door of Osborn's house. He walked back and forth a few steps, pulled the backpack strap on his body, and looked towards the door.

This was the first time Harry contacted him since he avoided him. Peter was half happy and half worried. He was happy because Harry finally contacted him. Does this mean that he will not avoid him again?

I don't know what happened to Harry, but suddenly one day, Harry stopped looking for Peter frequently, and even when he met him at school, he would just nod perfunctorily or come from a distance. , pretending not to see him.

Peter was very sad. He didn't know why Harry who had been so kind to him before would suddenly alienate him. He couldn't find the reason, and when he summoned up the courage to ask Harry, he looked at it complicatedly with those ice-green eyes. He, without saying anything at the end, just hugged Peter and said he was his best friend.

This time Harry took the initiative to call and asked Peter to come to the Osborne residence. On the phone, Harry's voice was a little distressed and weak, which made Peter ask him what was wrong, but Harry just said Nothing, and then hung up, so now Peter is a little concerned.

"You can come in, Mr. Parker." Osborn's butler opened the door and said respectfully, interrupting Peter's meditation.

"Okay, okay, thank you." Peter nodded and walked in behind him.

Osborn's house was very large, but Peter didn't see a single servant along the way. The whole villa was very quiet, only the footsteps of two people could be heard.

"Um...Excuse me, is there anyone else here, uh, I mean..." Peter asked, pulling on the strap of his backpack.

Osborn's butler turned his head and smiled at Peter, "Yes, there is no one else here except the young master and me. Of course, you are also added now." The butler said to Peter.

"The young master likes to be quiet. Those servants will leave after work, and only come here at certain times."

"I see." Peter nodded thoughtfully. So Harry likes to be quiet.

But before, of course what Peter said was that before Harry ignored him, he would always ask him out to play, wherever the excitement was...

"Master." The butler led Peter to a door and knocked on the door. "Mr. Parker is here."

After a while, there was a sound of glass colliding in the room, followed by Harry's cold voice, "Let him in."

"Yes." The butler said respectfully. At the same time, he opened the door and stretched out his hand to invite Peter in. "Come in, Mr. Parker."

Peter licked his lips, not knowing why he was a little nervous, he stepped into the room, looked at the butler who was still holding the doorknob and asked, "Uh, aren't you coming in?"

The butler shook his head with a smile and said, "Master, I only invite you in." After finishing speaking, he gently closed the door, leaving Peter inside alone.

Peter pulled the backpack strap nervously, exhaled, and first looked at the layout of the entire room. Peter was standing in the small living room in Harry's bedroom, and walking inside was the sleeping place.

"The bedroom is so big..." Peter murmured. There was no Harry in the small living room, and it seemed that he was in it.

For some unknown reason, Peter did not go to Harry first, but looked outside. After walking a few steps, Peter saw a photo album on the desk in the small living room.

The photo album is left alone on the table, and it can be seen that its owner once stood by the table and looked at it, and then put it away again, because the head of the album is facing the outer edge of the table, not the chair .

Peter looked at it suspiciously, reached out, and was about to pick up the photo album when he heard a somewhat cold voice behind him, "What are you doing, don't come here yet."

Peter turned around in surprise, and at some point, Harry was already leaning against the wall of the bedroom he entered, looking at Peter with his arms crossed.

He was wearing a black nightgown, tied up with belts, his chest was not exposed, his face was a little pale, with a sick feeling.

But maybe because of the wine just now, his lips looked a little ruddy. Harry looks like a very handsome vampire now, cold and not evil, but his eyes are very aggressive. Looking at Peter is like looking at a prey that is sure to catch, carefully hiding his thoughts, but not allowing the prey to escape.

Seen by those ice-green eyes, Peter touched his arm involuntarily, wondering why the spider sensor rang just now...

Also, when Harry walked behind him, he didn't even realize it. If Mr. Stark knew about this, he would have to train more.

Peter thought aimlessly, then walked towards Harry, "Harry, are you...are you sick, why do you look so pale." Peter looked at him with some concern.

Harry stared at Peter with icy eyes for a while, then smiled and said, "I'm fine, Peter, I had a cold before, but I'm fine now."

Harry said as he took off Peter's backpack and put it on the sofa beside him, then put his arm around Peter's shoulder and said, "Come in with me, Peter."

He took Peter into the bedroom inside, and Peter realized that the room inside was also very large. Harry took Peter to the sofa and sat down, then reached out and unscrewed the wine bottle on the table.

"Harry!" Peter stretched out his hand to stop him, "Since your illness is just right, don't drink."

Looking at Peter's worried little eyes, Harry smiled, put down the wine, and rubbed Peter's curly hair, "Okay, then I won't drink."

After he finished speaking, he leaned back on the sofa, looked at Peter with a smile in his green eyes, and Peter felt embarrassed when he looked at him intently.

"Harry," Peter moved his body uncomfortably, "You... did you ask me to come here this time for something?"

"I just wanted to meet you, Peter." Harry slowly withdrew his smile and said, "We haven't seen each other very much before, have we?"

Peter nodded, and then asked with some hesitation, "Harry, why...why were you hiding from me?" Peter looked Harry in the eyes, hoping to get the answer he wanted.

Hearing Peter's question, Harry raised one corner of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes. He said softly, "Peter, do you care about this?" His voice was soft, as if he was luring something.

Peter thought there was something wrong with Harry's appearance, but he nodded anyway, "Yeah, Harry, you're my best friend, I mean... I don't know if I did something wrong, or if I messed up You, you have been avoiding me before." Peter said a little aggrieved.

Harry's lips pursed tightly, the color became more vivid, his eyes darkened, like the deepest lake, cold and indifferent.

"Peter, you said we were best friends?" Harry asked softly.

Peter nodded, of course there is no need to question this.

Seeing Peter nodding, Harry laughed inexplicably, with an unspeakable voice, "Peter, do you know?"

Hearing Harry's words, Peter always had a bad feeling, he shook his head hesitantly, "What, Harry?"

Harry smiled and stretched out his hand to grab Peter's shoulders, but there was no smile in his eyes. He said every word, "In my opinion, you have never been my friend, Peter."

"Harry!" Peter opened his eyes wide in surprise. He unconsciously wanted to break free from Harry's hand, but Harry held it even harder. At this time, Peter was afraid of hurting Harry, so he didn't use too much force. break free.

"Peter," Harry didn't know what to think of, he laughed, with a smile on his mouth, but sadness in his eyes, he leaned close to Peter and said, "Aren't you angry, hear me say that?"

Peter stared into Harry's eyes, he could clearly see that pair of ice green eyes were sad, Peter bit his lips nervously and said, "Harry, although I don't know what happened to you, But I know you also consider me your best friend."

He wouldn't be fooled by Harry's words. The two of them got along so well before, and Peter believed that those feelings were not fake. It must be something happened to Harry and he was stimulated to say so.

Thinking of this, Peter felt that he should give his friend some strength, so he held Harry's hand and said, "Harry, you can tell me something, don't hold it in your heart, I can help you!"

Peter eagerly expressed his concern, hoping that Harry would receive it.

Harry stared at Peter for a few seconds, then pulled out his hand to cover his eyes and laughed loudly, "Haha, Peter, Peter, how can you be so cute."

Peter smiled shyly, and said loudly, "Hey, Harry, boys can't say the word cute."

Harry laughed for a while before he stopped. He looked at Peter and said, "What do you think I can do? I own the Osborne Group. Even if there is a problem, I can solve it. Peter, what can you help me with?"

The words were very blunt, almost pushing Peter's concern out, no matter how soft and cute Peter was, he couldn't help being a little angry at the moment.

He looked at Harry and frowned, "Harry, although I know my abilities are limited, as a friend, I will do my best to help you if I can."

There was no smile on Harry's face, he just stared at Peter, wondering what he was thinking.

After a long time, when there was no response, Peter pursed his lips and stood up, "Harry, I'd better go back first."

Peter stood there for a few seconds after he finished speaking, but he didn't see any reaction from Harry. He lowered his head in disappointment, even the little curly hair on his head seemed lifeless.

So, Peter turned and left, found his backpack outside and carried it on one shoulder. At this moment, Peter heard footsteps coming from inside.

With his back turned inside, Peter secretly smiled, and it seemed that Harry still chased him out.

"Ha..." Sensing that Harry had come behind him, Peter smiled and was about to turn around, but one hand stretched out and pressed it on the back of Peter's head, and the other hand wrapped around Peter's waist, pulling him towards him. The area behind.

Just like that, a cold kiss was printed on Peter's lips...

The backpack slipped from his shoulders and fell to the ground. Peter's eyes widened in disbelief, meeting those cold green eyes.

Peter felt the force on his body, pulling him in more and more, and the cold touch on his lips gradually became hotter, until Harry poked out the tip of his tongue to trace Peter's lips...

"Harry!" Peter pushed Harry away forcefully, causing him to stagger and lean against the wall.

Peter covered his lips and looked at Harry in disbelief, "Harry, are you kidding me?!"

Harry smiled, then walked in front of Peter, stretched out his hand to hold Peter's hand, but said in a cold voice, "Peter, don't be so naive."

"Harry!" Peter said, shaking off Harry's hand, "Harry, what's the matter with you?" Peter felt that Harry looked very strange.

"You weren't like this before." Peter frowned.

"How was I before?" Harry was not angry when his hand was thrown away, he approached Peter and asked, and when Peter was about to open his mouth, he continued, "I was optimistic before, I loved to laugh, I was cheerful, and I would take you to play , you don't have a little airs of a young master, do you?"

Harry slowly approached Peter, causing Peter to step back unconsciously.

"Harry..." Peter opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. Harry was right, it was true when they played together before.

Thinking of how they laughed happily when they were playing together, those green eyes were also warm, unlike now...

"That's not me, Peter, this is the real me." Harry put his hand on Peter's shoulder, it was all an illusion, Osborn was never a kind person, they would pretend, including Harry.

"No, that's you, Harry." Peter said with certainty, he could feel that the Harry before was also real, and that was his real emotion.

"...No, Peter" Seeing Peter's affirmative expression, Harry shook his head and laughed, "If I didn't do that, how could you come to me..."

Harry watched Peter's lips slowly approaching, and just as Peter was thinking about how to push Harry away without hurting him, a voice came from the window.

"What do you want to do to my little Peter?!"