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Five year old Peter sat at the table and opened his present with a huge excited smile.
"What did you get Kiddo?" Tony asked from behind the camera.
"Lookit," his son giggled, holding up a make your own bouncy ball kit.
"Oh wow that's so cool."
"Happy Birthday to you," a female voice started to sing.
Tony turned the camera to Mary who was carrying Peter's cake, a number five candle burning.
He joined in with the singing and turned the camera back on Peter.
"Make a wish and blow out your candle jellybean," Mary grinned.
Peter closed his eyes, nose scrunching up a little, and blew out the candle.
Both parents cheered softly.
~~
Tony's eyes opened and blinked a few times as he adjusted to the dim lighting, noticing he’d fallen asleep on the couch again. Running a hand down his face the man looked at the manual beside him. It was for a build your own mini robot set he was thinking of getting his son for his seventeenth birthday. But being the man he was, Tony wanted to look through the manual and make sure it was the right present. The man smiled and decided there and then it was perfect and took himself to bed.
Tony woke up early the next morning and drove to the store.
The bell jingled lightly upon entering causing the man behind the counter to look and smile. He pulled the kit out from under the counter as Tony man walked over.
“Finally made a decision I see,” the shop owner teased.
“Finally, and it only took two weeks,” Tony bantered with a smile of his own as he handed the money over.
The man made the exchange and the two wished one another a nice day before Tony left.
He got back home and wrapped the present before heading to Mary’s place.
By the time Tony pulled up the party was already in full swing as he walked up the pathway and was met by a smiling Mary.
“Hey Tony,” she greeted.
“Hey Mary,” the man smiled back, giving her a small squeeze.
Years ago Mary and Tony had been happily married but the man’s job took him away a lot and put a strain on Mary and their relationship. Peter only saw his Dad on his birthdays and the occasional Christmas. So one year he and Mary sat down a talked.
After a lot of crying and hugging the two decided it would be best to separate. Mary got custody of Peter and Tony got visiting rights.
It was hard, sometimes it still is, but the two found they are happier and work better together for it.
“So how’s he been?” Tony asked as they walked further up the path to where the actual party was, passing a couple of tables loaded with presents.
“He’s been okay,” Mary answered, “just misses you a lot.”
“I’m working on it,” Tony told her.
“I know you are,” Mary smiled at him, “and I appreciate that.”
Tony smiled at her and opened his mouth to say something else when a familiar voice called out.
“Dad!”
Tony turned and saw his now seventeen year old son running towards him, throwing his arms around him in a hug.
“Hey, there he is,” the man smiled, wrapping his arm around his son, and lifting him off the ground a little, “Happy Birthday jellybean.”
“Thanks Dad,” Peter smiled once he was back on his feet, a small blush on his face from the nickname.
“Here I got you something,” Tony said holding out the wrapped gift.
Peter looked over at his mom who nodded before ripping the paper off.
“Woah a build your own robot kit,” the teen exclaimed happily, a bright smile on his face.
“Okay, smile kiddo,” Tony said holding a camera.
Peter held up the kit and smiled, Tony snapping the picture.
“Thank you,” Peter said hugging his Dad.
“No problem sweetie,” Tony replied, kissing his son’s cheek.
Peter went over to his mom to show her the gift properly as Richard walked over.
Richard was a businessman Mary had met on a short vacation with her friends in Paris. They’d met at the Eiffel tower and was surprised when the other spoke perfect American. After that, the two had hit it off and exchanged numbers. Before the two knew it they were dating, and Tony was invited to the wedding.
They’d been happily married for three years now.
“Hey Tony, how are you?” The man greeted shaking his hand.
“Hey Richard, I’m good, how are you?” Tony replied, chuckling slightly when his teen latched onto his side.
“Richard look what Dad got me,” Peter said excitedly, holding out the kit.
“That’s great buddy,” Richard smiled, “how bout we get the drone out and show your Dad?”
With that Peter ran to the house to get said drone and Tony felt his heart sink, but noticed Peter took the kit he brought with him and couldn’t help but feel a little smug at that.
“Tony would you like to join us for lunch?” Richard asked.
“No thanks, I just wanted to wish him a Happy Birthday,” Tony replied.
“At least let him show you the drone,” Mary pleaded.
Tony relented and let Peter show him his drone before he had to head off, his teen giving him some cake and one last big squeeze.
Once home Tony pulled out the album he’d brought specifically for pictures of Peter’s birthdays. Even when he’s been working Tony had vowed to never miss a birthday and he never had. He pulled out the newest picture he’d gotten developed on the way home and stuck it in, underneath he wrote ‘Peter’s seventeenth.’
Tony couldn’t help but look back through the album, stopping on the one’s when his kid was five as his gaze landed on one of his favourite’s.
It was one of the photo’s Mary had taken of him and Peter at the table with his new kit. Peter was sat in his Dad’s lap, both with huge smiles as they made their own bouncy balls.
A soft smile grew on Tony’s face as he remembered the look of sheer joy and amazement on his son’s face when the first one bounced perfectly. After that they were found everywhere around the house.
Tony still had the first one they’d made together.
The doorbell going off made him jump, putting the album away as he went to answer the door.
Stood there were his three friends Rhodey, Steve and Clint. The latter held up some beer.
“You forgot didn’t you?” Rhodey asked, “even though I called to remind you.”
“No I didn’t forget,” Tony answered, “c’mon in guys.”
A few minutes later the four were in Tony’s backyard each with a beer in hand while steaks cooked on the barbeque.
Once a month the four met up to catch up and just take it easy. Tony had met the three of them on a job upstate once and they’d become fast friends and the best of the best. But Tony had soon retired to be closer to and form a better relationship with his son. It was slow going but the man was making it work.
“So how’s Stark jr.?” Clint asked in a light tease that made Tony smile.
“He’s fine,” Tony replied, “and he goes by Parker now.”
“Nah too weird,” Clint replied taking a swig of his beer.
“Has the kid slept over yet?” Steve asked, genuine curiosity in his voice.
“Not yet, we’re still working on that.”
“Tones, it’s been two years buddy,” Rhodey piped up, ever the voice of reason, “I mean does he appreciate what you gave up to be close to him? I mean we were doing a job in where was it Moscow?”
“Canada.”
“Canada. Clint broke his ankle and here you were never missing a birthday.”
“I told you guys; I want a stronger relationship with my kid. I know what it’s like to grow up without a Dad,” Tony replied.
“To Peter,” Clint said holding up his bottle, “who will soon be off to college.”
“And it’ll give me a year to find him,” Tony grinned, tapping his bottle to theirs before turning back to the steaks.
“So,” Clint started once he’d finished eating, “are you free tomorrow?”
“Why do you ask?” Tony questioned, not sure if he was going to like where this was going.
“Well we have a spot open for a job tomorrow…”
“No, Clint I told you. I’m retired,” he tried.
“I know, I know but listen. It’s just one night. All we gotta do is escort some big hotshot and his son to a gala, make sure they get home safe and boom job done.”
“And we get paid for it,” Steve put in.
“C’mon Tones,” Rhodey jumped in, “we get paid to be bodyguards, whaddya say?”
Tony’s friends looked at him expectantly and the man sighed.
“Fine I’m in,” he relented, smiling when Clint whooped.
It was one job for a few hours and paid good money.
What could go wrong?
~~
The next evening Tony found himself escorting Norman and Harry Osborn from their limo into the gala, the paparazzi held back by the security that was already there.
“Woah easy kiddo,” Tony said, catching Harry by the arm as he tripped over his own feet, “you okay?”
“Yeah thanks,” the teen smiled at him.
Tony gave a small smile back and put a hand up to try and block out some of the camera lights, his other hand on the small of the teen’s back to guide him inside.
Once in the lobby everyone was given passes and headed to the main room. Tony noticed that Harry stuck close to his Dad just like Peter would to him, a small smile grew on Tony’s face.
“Tony you take the left, Clint the right, me and Rhodey will circle the perimeter,” Steve said, bringing Tony back to reality, “keep your eyes open.”
“Aye, aye Captain,” Clint said with a playful smirk and salute, before heading off to cover the right side of the room.
Two hours later found Tony was on the left side of the room just observing when Norman walked over to him with a smile.
“Mr. Stark,” he greeted, “enjoying the party?”
“It’s okay.” Tony replied, “I thought your speech was amazing.”
“Thank you and thank you helping my son earlier. He's shy and awkward, but I wouldn't change him for the world."
"My son's the same," Tony smiled, remembering the few times he'd had Peter hide behind him in shyness.
"He wants to go into music," Norman said, smiling when he saw Harry talking to Clint, "I'm hoping it'll improve his confidence."
"I'm sure it will, my son wants to be an inventor."
"Oh really?" Norman asked as he turned his head to look at Tony, genuine interest in his voice and face.
"Yeah," Tony grinned, "always tinkering with something that kid."
"Maybe I'll see him on the road to the top," Norman smiled.
Tony opened his mouth to say something when an explosion shook the building.
Chaos erupted.
Everyone began screaming and running for the doors.
"C'mon we gotta go," Tony said to Norman as he began ushering him to the doors.
"Wait where's my son?" The man said looking around frantically for the teen.
Just then Steve appeared out of nowhere and helped Tony guide Norman to the exit. "No my son's still here," Norman said as he struggled.
Tony presses the comm in his ear.
"Clint, Rhodey please tell me one of you has eyes on Harry."
"Last I saw he went to the bathroom," Clint said, sounding a little out of breath.
"Haven't seen him," Rhodey said.
Tony cursed under his breath.
"Steve get Norman to the hotel, I'll find the kid," Tony said turning and weaving through the crowd as he headed for the bathroom, ignoring Steve's cries as another explosion shook the place causing a chandelier to fall and shatter.
Tony knew he only had a few minutes before the whole place came down.
He burst into the bathroom colliding with Harry almost instantly.
The teen’s eyes were full of fear and it reminded Tony of Peter so much it almost hurt. Without wasting another moment the man grabbed the teen and headed for the doors. Before Harry knew it they were in a car headed for the hotel.
As the adrenaline faded the realisation and fear hit Harry, causing him to let out a small sob. Tony pulled him into a hug and soothed him as he cried.
~~
The four were stood outside the hotel room when Tony got a phone call.
"Hey jellybean," he greeted as he walked away for more privacy, smile forming on his face as the tension of what happened earlier seemed to roll off his shoulders.
"Hey Dad," the teen responded, smile heard through the phone, "I know it's late and a little last minute, but I wanted to ask you something."
"What's that bub?" The man asked, soft smile in place.
"Can we um meet up tomorrow. At that café that serves the three layered chocolate cake. You know it?"
"Yeah I know it kiddo, what time?"
"Um noon?"
"Sounds good jellybean," Tony smiled, chuckling when he heard his kid yawn, "get some sleep Pete and I'll see you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow Dad, I love you."
"Love you too kiddo."
The two hung up and Tony walked back over to his friends, a man opened the door and asked for Tony saying Norman requested to see him.
Walking into the room Tony saw Harry curled up on the sofa in his pjs, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a teddy bear clutched to his chest.
Tony knew it was sometimes best to have something to hold tightly after something like that happened.
"Hey kiddo," Tony greeted softly.
"Hey," Harry greeted back with a small smile.
"Mr. Stark," Norman said, drawing the man's attention.
"Hey how are you doing?" Tony asked.
"A little shaken up but we're doing okay," the man replied, "thanks to you and your friends."
"Just doing our jobs," Tony replied, Norman gave a small smile.
"Well I thank you," Norman repeated giving Tony a brief hug, "also I have a convention coming up soon, if your son wants to come along I'd be happy to talk to him."
The man handed over a card with some information on it and Tony put it safely away.
"Thank you."
With a nod Tony headed back to the door, stopping when Harry hugged him from behind.
"Thank you," the teen mumbled.
Tony turned and gave him a real hug.
"Anytime kiddo."
Harry pulled back and with a final smile Tony left them in peace.
Clint handed over his part of the payment and said they managed to catch the guy who caused it. Turns out he was using bombs, whether to kill them or not no one knew.
Tony was just glad they'd been there to keep them safe.
~~
The next morning Tony woke up late and took a shower before heading to the café to meet up with Peter.
Last night’s events were a distant memory, one the man never wanted to live through again.
Pulling up to the café Tony saw he was early so he grabbed a table, ordering a coffee for himself and a banana split milkshake for Peter. The teen walked in a few minutes later, face lighting up with a grin when he spotted his Dad.
"Hey there he is," Tony greeted with a grin of his own, hugging his son a little tighter and longer than normal.
"Hey Dad, I hope it's okay but I brought mom," Peter told him nervously as she walked in.
"I don't mind kiddo," Tony reassured, "Hey Mary."
"Hey Tones," she greeted with a small smile as they sat at the table.
"Pete I got you a banana split milkshake with extra sprinkles," Tony told him, the teen thanked him and took a drink, "Mary can I get you anything?"
"I'm fine Tony, but I think Peter has something he wants to tell you."
Tony looked at his son who flushed a little under the sudden attention.
"Oh right," he stumbled, nervously playing with the hem of his shirt, "well Harley's cousins invited us to stay with them in Paris for summer vacation."
"Why'd you wanna go to Paris?" Tony asked with genuine curiosity.
"Dad hello, the Louvre, Notre dame, the Eiffel Tower. Plus I might learn some French while I’m over there.”
“And you need my permission because you’re under eighteen?” Tony finished; Peter nodded enthusiastically.
Tony sighed and ran a hand through is hair. He knew how dangerous the outside world was, and as selfish as it sounded he didn’t want Peter out in it yet.
The kid was only seventeen and still had a light in his eyes. The world would only dim that.
“I don’t know jellybean,” Tony finally replied.
“Please Dad,” Peter pleaded, a slight whine in his voice, “besides, I’ll be with Harley and he’s nineteen.”
“How about I go with you instead, you’ll never even know I’m there,” Tony suggested, heart squeezing when his son’s face fell.
“Dad please,” Peter’s voice was soft, puppy eyes in full effect.
“Tony please don’t make this harder than it has to be,” Mary pitched in, pulling the papers and a pen out of her bag, “just sign the papers.”
“I’m sorry, I just don’t feel comfortable with this.”
Without a word Peter got up and left with tears in his eyes and boy did Tony feel like a jerk.
“I don’t get it,” Mary started, drawing Tony’s attention to her, “you sacrificed our marriage and your life for this country and our family, yet you can’t do this for Peter?”
“Mary…”
“I’m not asking you to give up the relationship your building with Peter, Tony. Just that you let him experience the world and go on this trip.”
With that Mary got up and left.
Tony sighed heavily before reading the papers.
An hour later Tony pulled up to the house and knocked on the door, smiling at the maid who answered.
“Hey is Peter here?”
“Can I ask who you are?”
“I’m his Dad, his real Dad.”
“One moment please.”
The door was closed in his face and Tony was left waiting and feeling a little awkward.
After reading the papers and sighing Tony had signed the permission form before going into town and picking up a simple mobile phone and setting it up.
Now he was just waiting to give the news to his teen.
The man jumped as the same maid from before opened the door.
“He’s on his way,” she told him, getting a nod in response as he hid the permission form behind his back.
“Hey Dad,” Peter greeted as he walked over to the man.
His voice was a little raspy from crying, eyes rimmed red with dry tear tracks on his cheeks. Knowing he put them there made Tony feel worse than he already did. He never wanted to make his kid cry.
He just hoped this news would make up for it.
“Hey Jellybean,” he greeted as he held up the papers, Peter’s eyes lighting up, “three conditions. One, I want the address and phone numbers of where you’re staying. You move I wanna know where and who with. Two, you call me when you land and before bed every day. The phone is international, and my number is programmed in.”
Tony gave the papers and phone to Peter who took them and bounced on the balls of his feet, happy tears in his eyes and a huge smile on his face.
“Kiddo you’re not listening,” Tony said, unable to keep the smile out of his voice. He loved seeing his kid this happy, it made his chest warm and heart soar.
“I am listening,” Peter replied looking up at his Dad with the most adorable and bright eyed look on his face.
“Then what did I just say?” Tony asked, quirking his eyebrow.
“That the phone’s international, call you every night and your number’s programmed in,” Peter gushed, almost vibrating with excitement.
“One last thing,” Tony said, gaining his kids attention, “I get to drive you to the airport.”
With an excited squeal, that the teen would later deny, he ran forward and leapt into his Dad’s arms. Tony caught him instantly and squeezed him tightly.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Peter exclaimed, voice muffled from where his head was hidden in Tony’s shoulder.
“You’re welcome baby,” Tony mumbled into Peter’s shoulder before placing the teen back on his feet.
“I’m gonna go call Harley,” Peter exclaimed as he started to run off calling his mom, turning at the last minute to hug his Dad again.
“I love you Dad,” with that the teen ran off to call his friend, Mary coming around the corner and seeing Tony.
“Hey.”
“Hey, next time something like this happens please talk to me about it first. Just because I’m not around, he’s still my kid.”
Without another word the man walked back to his car.
~~
That night Peter talked to Harley on the phone as he packed the last things into his suitcase.
"I can't believe your Dad agreed like that," Harley commented, "I thought it'd take more persuading."
"Why would you think that?" Peter asked, zipping the case closed.
"Pete, it's your Dad we're talking about. The man freaks out if you sneeze too much."
"He just gets worried Harls. His job took him away a lot and he obviously saw some things. Mama said he was in therapy for a while once," Peter defended.
"My point exactly. It's made him a worrier," the older teen commented.
"Again," Peter countered, making sure his passport was packed in his bag, "not his fault."
"If you say so kiddo, anyway I'm off to bed. See you tomorrow Pete."
"See you tomorrow Harls," the teen smiled before they hung up, and Peter got ready for bed.
~~
The teen could barely sleep he was so excited and was tossing and turning for what felt like hours.
Peter finally let out a frustrated sigh and called his Dad.
"Hello?" Tony answered a little groggily.
"Hey Dad, sorry did I wake you?" Peter asked, feeling a pang of guilt in his chest.
"No, no it's fine," the man answered with a yawn, "what's wrong jellybean?"
Peter bit his lip.
He was seventeen now, should he really be calling his Dad? Maybe he should just hang up and handle this himself.
"Pete, you okay kiddo?" Tony asked, worry seeping into his voice.
"I um I can't sleep," Peter answered feeling an embarrassed flush rise up on his cheeks.
"Too excited?" Tony asked with a small smile.
"Yeah," Peter replied with a soft laugh.
"How can I help?" Tony asked.
The last time Peter was like this he was five and Tony happened to be home. The kid had been overtired; Tony got him to sleep by singing a lullaby as he held and rocked him. But now his kid was seventeen and living with his mom.
What was he meant to do?
"Can you uh can you sing to me?" The seventeen year old asked in a small voice.
"Of course kiddo," Tony replied, "get comfy."
"Okay," Peter replied as he curled up on his side, hugging the Donald Duck plushie Tony had brought him when he was born.
Tony smiled and cleared his throat before singing a familiar lullaby.
"Goodnight, goodnight
It's time now to sleep
The moon's watching over
You and your dreams,"
Tony sang, feeling a little awkward at first.
But the more he sang the more natural and nostalgic he felt.
Peter lay there as he listened, closing his eyes, and letting his Dad's voice wash over him and make him feel safe. As he listened the teens breathing got deeper and more even before he let sleep fully claim him.
Tony finished the last note of the lullaby and let out a small chuckle when he heard his kids soft snores.
"Goodnight kiddo," he whispered before hanging up.
~~
The next morning Tony pulled up and only just stepped out the car when he suddenly had an armful of teenager.
"Hey to you too bub," the man laughed, wrapping his arms around his kid and kissing the top of his head.
The two pulled away and Peter was the picture of excitement. His eyes were bright while his smile was blinding as he bounced on the balls of his feet.
"You got everything?" Tony asked, helping the teen load his bags into the trunk.
"Yep," Peter replied.
"You sure?" The man asked, smiling when Peter nodded.
Then they were on the road to the airport.
"Okay so there's a bunch of dangerous places in Paris I want you to steer clear of," Tony told Peter, handing him a list he’d written up last night, "I wrote them down."
"Dad we'll be spending ninety percent of our time in museums," Peter said as he took the list anyway, "you don't have to worry."
"That's like telling water not to be wet jellybean."
"Mama says your job made you paranoid," Peter commented.
"My job made me aware," Tony countered, glancing at his son, seeing an unreadable look on his face, "you okay there kiddo?"
"I used to ask mom what your job was," the teen said quietly, playing with the hem of his jacket, "she always told me to ask you, but I was too scared too. I was worried you'd be angry with me if I did."
Tony felt his heart clench at that. The fact that his own son was too scared to ask him about his job hurt. Although Tony supposed it was his own fault, he never wanted to talk about it so it was no wonder his son never asked.
"I worked for the government," Tony said, "and I guess I didn't want to talk about the stuff I saw, didn't want to kill your innocence."
"So what, you were like a spy?" Peter asked with a smug smile.
"Kinda I guess," Tony smiled back.
"So what if I touched this button?" The teen joked.
"Do not touch that button," the man joked back as they both chuckled.
The two sat in silence for a few moments before Peter spoke again.
"Seriously what was your job?" He asked.
"Let's just say I was a preventer of bad things," the man answered truthfully.
"Do you miss it? The job?" Peter looked over at his Dad with wide eyes.
They stopped at a red light and Tony looked over with a smile.
"I missed my baby more."
Peter smiled and leaned over to give his Dad a small hug, Tony kissing his cheek as he hugged back.
~~
They soon pulled up to the airport and got out the car to grab the bags.
"Peter over here," Harley called with a wave, making the younger teen look over and wave back.
"Go ahead I got these," Tony told him, smiling as he watched Peter run over and hug the slightly older boy.
The man shook his head lightly and grabbed Peter’s suitcase and carryon bag, walking over to them just as Mary arrived and hugged the teens close.
"Smile boys," Tony said, the boys stood and grinned as Tony snapped a picture. The man then watched as Peter walked to the gate with Harley, both chattering excitedly. At the last second Peter turned around and ran back to his Dad, throwing his arms around him.
Tony hugged him back instantly.
"I love you Dad," the teen smiled.
"I love you too jellybean, stay safe," Tony smiled back, squeezing his kid before letting him go.
Peter waved at them before him and Harley walked through the gate and disappeared.
Tony sniffed as he felt tears well in his eyes. His kid was growing up and he would be lying if he said it didn't scare him slightly.
"Hey," Mary said softly, hand rubbing his shoulder, "they're gonna be okay."
"Yeah," Tony nodded, "Yeah they are."
He offered Mary a small smile that she returned, both walking side by side as they headed back to their cars.
~~
The boys boarded the plane, found their seats, and buckled up. Peter looked out window and took a shaky breath.
"You okay," Harley asked from beside him.
"It's just. I've never flown before and I'm nervous," Peter answered trying for a small smile.
"Don't worry kiddo, we'll be fine," Harley reassured.
Just then the announcement came on about plane safety and where the exits were. After that, the plane started moving down the runway.
"Hey," Harley said, drawing Peter's attention and holding his hand out.
Peter clasped it in his gratefully, reminding himself to breath as they climbed into the sky.
"You can open your eyes now," Harley said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Peter’s eyes blinked open.
When had he closed them?
He looked over at Harley who was smiling and gestured to the window.
"Check it out, we're above and in the clouds."
Peter looked out the window and felt the view take his breath away.
The sky was blue and the clouds looked like you could walk on them, hell they looked fluffy enough to sleep on. The sunlight hit them in a way that made them look as though they’d been painted.
The teen looked back at Harley with an amazed look on his face.
"Holy shit," he breathed out, Harley chuckling in amusement before they looked back out the window.
~~
During the plane ride the boys took photos and fell asleep, waking up ten minutes before touchdown. Once off the plane the boys located a bathroom before grabbing their suitcases and bags, heading for the exit as they talked excitedly.
They joined the line that was waiting for taxis and took photos of one another.
"Excuse me," a voice said from behind them, his accent thick, "I take picture of you both?"
"Sure," Harley smiled as he handed the phone over to the other young man.
The teen had dark hair and brown eyes, he was wearing jeans and a jacket. A bright smile on his face.
He took the picture and handed the phone back to the boys.
"Taxis are expensive. You want to share?" He asked.
"Sure," Harley smiled.
Peter got a weird feeling from the guy, but he trusted Harley's judgement.
And they were only sharing a taxi, right?
The three soon arrived where the boys were staying. The third teen, who they now knew as Phillip, walked with them to the door.
"Wow it's huge," Peter said in awe.
"You staying with friends?" Phillip asked.
"Oh we have the whole fifth floor to ourselves," Harley answered, "the cousins are on holiday in Spain."
"I didn't know that," Peter said, wondering what to tell his Dad when he called him later. He was pulled back to the present when Phillip spoke again.
"I'm going to a party tonight, you should come. I'll pick you up at nine."
Before either boy could answer the other male started to walk away, turning back around to wave.
"C'mon," Harley muttered, unlocking the door so they could get inside.
Phillip watched before pulling out his phone and speaking quickly with someone on the other end.
"Two boys, fifth floor. Yes they're alone," he smiled as he gave the address and walked away.