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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id=".22Spider-Shimmer.22">"Spider-Shimmer"</span><a href="&quot;Spider-Shimmer&quot;#/editor/1" title="Edit section: &quot;Spider-Shimmer&quot;" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />&#160;<span class="co4">&gt;You look at your watch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;10:29 p.m.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You've been here since lunchtime</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh as you lean against the railing of the fire escape.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Look on the bright side, Anon; if your sources are correct, then maybe you'll see her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not really sure; no good pictures exist of the &quot;Spider-Woman&quot; as they call it, but male eyewitnesses all report a distinguishing trait of him/her stated as:&quot;THEM CHILD-BEARIN' HIPS, GOOD LAWDY&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The only information you yourself found was from paying a weird junkie-hobo guy who says that he sees someone swing from web out/inside of a sleazy house every night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He showed you the house and you're now here watching from the distance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It would've been even better if he gave you a time other than &quot;every night&quot; and your faith in his words are honestly starting to dwindle rapidly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It doesn't help that he's notorious with official reporters as a liar who'll say anything for some nice cash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Crazy homeless men were never reliable eyewitnesses, after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They can and will say anything to get a quick buck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But goddamit you're going to prove to J.J. you're suitable to be employed as a photographer for him, and if that means paying a smelly hobo named Marc, then why the hell not?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Marc the Hobo told you he saw her swing into the window of a house while he was on this fire-escape, but not just once....</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He claims he sees her here often.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He was also certain it was a&#160;?she' because of&#160;?dem hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man you better get to look at some nice hips, or all this waiting will be for nothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You refocus to watching out for anyone swinging with web into a house.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How someone would want to live in a house in this part of town is what's confusing, too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can see the entire neighborhood from up here and it's kinda lousy looking.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like, there's a bunch of gross apartments, old-as-fuck houses, and some dilapidated structures as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This neighborhood was as clean as clean as a porta-potty and the roads are even dirtier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pwc-yWUfZ6w [Embed]</span><br />THWIP!<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait, what?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What was that?!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at the direction of the sound and...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Holy shit!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yes!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is fucking it!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There she is!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From her wrist, she squirts out the weird strands of web that catch onto the buildings she cannot run on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And oh my god that is DEFINITELY a woman.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's a good runner, and when she can she's jumping--leaping--from rooftops with each jump being at least 20 feet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like, holy shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And host fast is this girl running?!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man, not even your car can run like this chick!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;THE CAMERA!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hurriedly grab your camera bag, retrieve the camera itself, and put it on focus.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No more blurry pics after tonight, bitch!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Oh shit!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's heading to the house!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hurry....hurry...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;1</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;2</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;3</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Say cheese!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Click!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stops running mid-rooftop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You freeze as your heart thumps a billion beats a second.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Did she notice?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh god, she totally noticed...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand, staring at her as she tries her best to look through the darkness of night to see where the flash came from.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns back to original direction slowly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You're safe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh my god, wait until you tell Sunset about this...</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Monday morning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh god.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mondays.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck Monday.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, fuck Monday harder than you want to fuck the girls at school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ok, nothing deserves to be fucked /that/ hard...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hard like your dick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Yeah, you just woke up, and the blaring sound of your alarm clock is really annoying.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn it off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Much better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;5:30 a.m.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, it's time to get up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sure it's early, but you like early.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Being early means you get to see Dad before he goes to work, having time to catch up on any other homework, and actually make a decent breakfast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Heading to the kitchen in your beloved robe and slippers, the floor creaks as much as your rusty joints.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You really need to see a chiropractor or something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Entering the kitchen, you're met with the view of Dad in his &quot;thinking chair&quot; at the table with a plate of sauerkraut.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He has weird taste...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You place your camera on the table and sit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He flips the paper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mornin' Anon,&quot; he yawns.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You yawn too.</span><br />&quot;Mornin'. Hey...what's that article about?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He chuckles and rolls his eyes.</span><br />&quot;Meh, just another picture of the&#160;?Spider-Woman' everyone's talking about. They say it's the best pic yet, but...&quot; He ruffles your morning hair, &quot;...I have a feeling you'd take a better pic.&quot;<br />&quot;About that...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile smugly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...No way.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He looks you in the eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Show me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bring the camera up to him and view the taken photo of &quot;Spider-Woman&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He looks at you and smiles excitedly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...I swear that you're the best mistake I've ever made.&quot;</span><br />&quot;There's no way The Bugle can say no now; not with this picture.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dad hugs you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Go my son. Get your anus ready for school, and present treasures of victory...oh, but, uh, eat your breakfast first, faggot.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You too, Dad.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Later...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Canterlot High.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull into the parking lot of this well-respected school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In this part of town, people recognize Canterlot High as that one school that is what most High Schools seek to be--clean.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No drugs, no crime, and a history of nice students and faculty despite it being a little clique-y.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There is one problem you have as a student, though...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Popularity is a very big factor of recognition and unfortunately you're not popular.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;People know you, sure, but they aren't your friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just linger like some sort of background character in a TV show, and you hate that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Especially when it comes to mentioning the big 7.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not too bad, though. Sunset is your pity friend.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shame she won't pity date you though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh as you lean on your steering wheel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mondays, am I right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stepping out of the car with your backpack, you sit against the weird statue that leads to the school's front doors.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tiredness is still in your eyes, but fuck it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not like you care if she notices.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I mean, c'mon, what she gonna do, break up with being your friend?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...In case you haven't noticed, you've got a thing for her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Being a female and someone's only close friend will do that you guess.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Speaking of which, the TARC bus she takes finally arrives at the bus stop as she steps off from the vehicle across the street.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She spots you and waves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She crosses the street through the crosswalk, but you can't help but notice something...off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As she walks over to you on the steps, you start to see it more clearly as the greeting smile on your face starts to turn to a look of worry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's limping.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Badly.</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Uh, hey Shim, you alright?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She takes a seat next to you with a pained groan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oof. Yeah, I'm fine, just a bit soar and all.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see bruises under her jacket sleeve.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sadly, this is not uncommon for her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gasps when she catches you staring and pulls her sleeve down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, it's--&quot;</span><br />&quot;A bad bruise from some accident, right?&quot; You answer with one of her own explanations.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks nervous, almost guilty too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's not what you think Anon.&quot;</span><br />&quot;When are you going to tell what&#160;?it' is then? I mean, I know we aren't exactly buddy-buddy and all, but we're still friends, and I'm the only one who knows that you've been getting hurt like this.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She merely looks down at her feet and sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's not going to talk today.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh well, next topic then...</span><br />&quot;Well, uh, if you're not going to talk, guess I will.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, I'd like that a bit more right now...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sheesh, she's depressed or something.</span><br />&quot;So I went up to the Bugle again...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eye twitches.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Weird.</span><br />&quot;...and I brought some photos I took from the aftermath of the robbery from the University.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset gets a spark of interest in hearing this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You mean the one where they robbed the Staff of Starswirl?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod.</span><br />&quot;Yep, the very one. I photographed the evidence, snuck past the police tape, and I got some good stuff recorded.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grumble.</span><br />&quot;The Bugle said that unless I got pictures of Spider-Woman, I should get the hell out.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset wraps her arm around your shoulder as she leans against you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't worry, Anon, it's not their fault they can't see talent when it's right in front of them.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Talented might not be the best word,&quot; you lightly hug her, &quot;but I'll take your word for it anyways.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The only people who care about your photography are two people: Dad and Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're your only critics and only true friends, so naturally you try to take their words to heart when it comes to your pictures.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Speaking of photos...</span><br />&quot;Oh my god! I can't believe I forgot to show you!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset is startled by your sudden burst in optimism.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whoa, where'd that come from?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scurry around your backpack to find your special folder with your &quot;portfolio&quot; in it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bring it out and open it up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In it is the only good photograph of you-know-who taken by yours truly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spider-Woman, running from the rooftops in mid-air jump of a good 20 feet or so.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The costume on her is neat too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Blue (or black, it was too dark to tell) and red with a spider logo on the back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd like to see the front of it, but she was facing a different direction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can see the webbing that was about to shoot from her wrist, and although you took the photo at least a good 30 feet or so, the flash of the camera was bright enough to catch enough details of her figure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And her hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fantastic fucking hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bring out the photograph and eagerly smile.</span><br />&quot;This is it, Sunset! The only good picture of the Spider-Woman!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The pupils in her eyes become as narrow as an escape from a shark, and her jaw hangs open agape.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her warm orange skin turns to a ghastly pale white.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's stunned.</span><br />&quot;Amazing, huh!? No one has a photo this good of her! The Bugle can't refuse this!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's still quiet.</span><br />&quot;I mean, think of how much they're gonna offer me to give this to them! They'll give me a job now!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I...oh my god...&quot;</span><br />&quot;I know, right!? Quite a shocker, huh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset shakes herself up and laughs happily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It sounds awfully forced though...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ha ha...Wow. That's, uh, incredible! I guess you always were a bit of a shocker, eh?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her smile looks rigid and the look of worry and concern in her eyes are no secret.</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Sunset,&quot; you ask in confusion, &quot;what's wrong? You look like I'm going to beat you or something...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? No, no! I'm just...wow! Amazed is all!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She fidgets her hands a little a looks around a little.</span><br />&quot;...Sunset, what the hell is wrong?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, I-I need to go to right now, I'll talk to you later, alright? Ok, cool, bye!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She runs inside the school building while leaving her backpack right next to you in her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You don't know what troubles her, but damn you wish she would just open up to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like, she has before, but she's still very private about herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you were closer, you'd try to make sure that that no secrets would get between the two of you...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Damn, you're really creepy, aren't you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suppose you better hold on to her backpack til you can give it back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You carry it with your own, and walk into the school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Let the day begin...</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Entering the school is never fun.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then again, was it suppose to be to begin with?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sight always seen when you come in is the same thing: idiots being idiots.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Some kid wears their stupid overly-fashioned outfits that look like some shit from a barbie doll collection.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're all way too caring about their appearance, all having done some weird style to their hair, clothes, and a bunch of stupid shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And what do they do?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They talk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not about interesting things, or about their hobbies, ho they are, what they like...instead they gossip.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gossip, gossip, and gossip.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hate gossip.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What's even worse is when they're not gossiping, they're talking about their goddamn corporate machines they look up to called celebrities.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, if you think of something different, they'll label you!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Some people call you hipster, some a dork, others a weirdo.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because you don't like what everyone else does!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh as you walk down the hall and to your locker.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As usual, the biggest idiot in the school is leaning on it.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He talks to a couple of other &quot;bros&quot; with him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One is a light-blue guy in an orange t-shirt with a tiny little mark of a drum and drumsticks to the upper right of his chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This dude is named Brawly Beats or something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The other guy with Flash is pretty big and muscular with short brown hair and a small, black t-shirt with a football on it's side in the middle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This mammoth of a kid is named....Teddy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br />&quot;Hey Flash, can you please move out of the way? I kinda need to use my locker you know.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash stops talking to his &quot;dudes&quot; and looks at you as if you were a peasant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Uh, I was talking to my friends.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well, yeah, I know. I'm not ask you to stop talking, just to let me see my locker, please.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Brawly Beats quirks a brow at Flash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before he steps towards you, Flash stops him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Easy, Beats, I got this.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh boy, here we go...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Look Anon, you should back off from me, ok? I'm a nice guy, so I'm going to let you leave here, but don't come by again.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You groan.</span><br />&quot;Can you just be cool and let me use my locker for a minute? Why do you even hate me? Is it really asking that much?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I dunno, Anon, is it really asking that much for you to back off from Sunset?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug.</span><br />&quot;Kinda hard to since I know I don't stand a chance. I'm not the one who started our friendship if you can even call it that. It's more of a &quot;holy shit someone is talking to me she's my best friend&quot; type of relationship.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You never really liked Brad, but you never hated him. You just kinda wished that whoever dated him would choose someone actually smarter that will graduate, not him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still...because of trendiness, he seems to be the eye-candy of the school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fact that everyone left for class by now instead of talk to him is actually quite amazing...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's got everything you don't, too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Muscles, friends, musical talent, girls, and even better--confidence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The problem is you're still talking to her, and I don't want you too.&quot;</span><br />&quot;She's not even dating you anymore and she barely cares about me. We're not getting her by arguing and I don't think she'd care if you were threatening me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't care...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Dude, c'mon, I blend into the background more than a chameleon. I'm not going to...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He raises his fist and...</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oooowww...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh this is fucking great.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They seriously put you in your fucking locker.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How cliche' can you get?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab out your phone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's cracked from a good number of tripping over people but it works pretty well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not like you have anyone to call other than dad and occasionally Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at the time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh god, you've been crammed in here for an hour...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Which means you've missed class.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Panic fills your chest as you start banging on the locker door that traps you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No help.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You almost want to call Sunset to get you out, but then you'd have even less pride.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or, you know, have her phone taken away during class because you were calling it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You doubt that calling the Police to save you from your own locker is very smart, so what do you do?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Simple.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Call the school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You dial the number and wait patiently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear the front desk pick up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Canterlot High, Vice Principal Luna speaking, may I help you?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Good old Luna.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't know it, but you think she and her sister are pretty cool.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shame you haven't got to know them.</span><br />&quot;Uh, hello? I'm a student here at Canterlot High and--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You are aware that you should not be on your phone,during class time, yes?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well that's kinda the thing...I can't really get to class cause I'm stuck...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says nothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh god this is so awkward.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How so?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, she's judging you...</span><br />&quot;Well, I got crammed into my locker and I can't get out.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh god, why can't you die?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna sighs on the other line.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If this is a prank, I'll find out. Now what's your locker number?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh thank lawdy.</span><br />&quot;It's #<span class="nu0">195</span> in Wolfman hall...can I also have a note?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I suppose. I'll be right there mister...?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh! I'm Anonymous Incognito.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay, Anonymous, be patient. When I'm there I expect an explaination.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yessss!</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;15 minutes later and the locker opens.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fall out of it onto the floor, almost breaking your camera.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You still have Sunset's backpack...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While groaning on the tile floor of the empty hallway, standing above you with her arms folded is Ms. Luna herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He outfit is quite neat, and her whole presence demands respect which you happily give.</span><br />&quot;Thank you, Ms. Luna...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't mention it, now can you tell me why you're in this locker, young man?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How do you say this?</span><br />&quot;Uh, I was trying to go to my locker, but Flash Sentry was on it with his friends, and I asked if they could move.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...and?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You divert your eyes away as a rosy tint forms on your face.</span><br />&quot;I got punched and crammed into here...&quot;<span class="co4">&gt;Luna moves her hair back and exhales.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And you say Flash was responsible?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hands you a slip with your name on it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If anyone questions why it says you' were stuck in a locker, have them question me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes, ma'am.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles before patting you on the shoulder and walking off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Well, time for class.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lunchtime is always an adventure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because the journey to find a table is always an arduous one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's no secret that Canterlot High is a big school, but unfortunately...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, it's Cafeteria belongs in a fucking elementary school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, a lot of stuff here looks like it'd be more suitable for elementary school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's kind of embarrassing to be honest...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You struggle to find a table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unsuccessful as always.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to sit by the wall where a few of the other rejects go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...A merry little jingle plays in your head as you start to see Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sits by her six friends, Twilight, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie...and that other one who dresses like she's some weird cowboy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think that last one's name is Lemon Larry, but all you know about her is that her brother is a pretty big guy (for you) named Big Mac.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You always end up watching them at lunch, silently yearning for the chance to speak with them, if only just once.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's pitiful.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sitting on the floor by the wall, meanwhile they get to have fun, talk about the fun things they did together, and what they like.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They have the blessing to not laugh at jokes by themselves, know that if one of their own were lost, they'd be missed, and most of all...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They get to feel important.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's something you've never felt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ever.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not even as a child when your mom left you and Dad, not even when you were ridiculed in elementary school for having old clothes, and not even when you were crying while bruised and battered for trying to stand up to your friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Maybe that's why you're obsessed with this Spider-Woman.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What happened to her that makes her go out and help people, despite the fact she's labeled as a menace?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What would you do if you had her powers?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Does she understand what it means to be alone, hurt, abandoned?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You like to think these thoughts for hours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sometimes you fantasize about meeting her, asking her questions, knowing why she wants to help people...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh and look at your finished lunch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It tasted a bit worse than usual.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you dump the remains your food into the trash, you put your tray up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You remember that after school, you have to show the Bugle your pics, and give Sunny her bag.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You would right now, but the bell just rung, and you have to go back to class.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;School sucks more dick than Kim Kardashian does for money, you know that?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You do.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wait outside by the statue you meet Sunset at.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's still not here and she's late, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You still have her backpack, but you need to hurry downtown to get these photos in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another five minutes go by, and you get the feeling she's not coming today.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh and head to the parking lot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With your keys, the familiar sound of it unlocking greets you, and you open the door to step in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's apparently an old van...Volkswagen Camper...whatever that meant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just find it ironic that a big car that could have a good number of people will never have anyone else inside because of your unpopularity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You put your stuff in the back of your van and put Sunset's backpack in the passenger seat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, aren't you a nice fucker?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Guess you'll give it back to her tomorrow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anyways, you drive your way as you play your favorite song...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g4mHPeMGTJM [Embed]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a good twenty minutes of driving to downtown, you spend another ten or so looking for an empty space to park in a parking garage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, you find a vacant one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Don't matter if you have to walk about mile to get there, you're going to give these photos to J.J., and he's gonna love&#160;?em.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The streets downtown are loud and smelly, but it becomes desired after a while.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Kind of like an acquired taste, if you will.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lightly jogging with your camera and photographs, you make haste to The Daily Bugle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You enter the building and head to the front desk on the first floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The woman at the front desk is old and tired looking, but of good heart judging by the picture of her husband...kinda looks cranky though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And he has a weird wig.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You find her name-tag is Matilda.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wasn't here last week you came...</span><br />&quot;Hello? I'm here to submit the photos to J. Jonah Jameson?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The woman smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A little young to be doing hard time photography for a big paper, don'tcha think?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Not with the pictures I take,&quot; you say confidently.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Matilda chuckles, enthused by your &quot;young attitude&quot; as she puts it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright, I'll need a name to sign you in...&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The elevator dings and you're met with the sight of busy writers, editors, and at the end of the room straight across from you--the big chief's office.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make your way through the noisy chaos and see him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a button shirt, suspenders, and his sleeves rolled up his arms, he looks like he's a man of work.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, the hairline gives it away too, but you digress.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He smells of cuban cigars and wealthy cologne, and his mustache--although dated--makes you realize that this man is a good old fashioned journalist.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Considering sites like Buzzfeed and even Tumblr are even considered by some as good journalism, that means that this man is pretty high up on the goddam food chain of ACTUAL journalism.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You knock on the glass door of the man's office.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With him is a black man in his fifties with graying hair in a tan suit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't wanna be that guy, but he probably needs to lose some weight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And a bigger tie, too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The one he's wearing is waaaaaay too small.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With him in the office is woman of her late twenties going on her early thirties with short brown hair and a well-fitting black tank-top who's shirt's tightness is only rivaled by her jeans revealing a shapely booty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No hips, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dang.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The woman opens the door and lets you in as the black man greets you with a pleasant smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hello, Anon. We hear you have some pictures?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're about to answer her, buuuut...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Miss Brant!? Where the damn hell is that Anon kid at? I got papers to publish ya know!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She winces at J.J.'s shout.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...He just arrived sir,&quot; says the older black man for the woman.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The chief puffs from his cigar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? And no one told me? Miss Brant, you're fired!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, sir,&quot; she walks out the door...until Jonah changes his mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wait, you're not fired. I still need you to get my Irish Coffee. Robbie, the hell's the matter with ya, somethin' you need to say?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes sir, the coffee machine's broken&quot; .</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fine! Make my Irish coffee outta whiskey instead! Ya hear, Miss Brant?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, sir.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Miss Brant proceeds to roll her eyes as she heads out of the office.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand by the open door, awkwardly staring at J.J. and the black man apparently named Robbie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Well, are you Anon or what, kid? I don't have time for some little queer boy to start starin' at me like I'm the goddamn Mona Lisa!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Sorry, sir. I'm Anon and I have the photos you wa--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then what're you doing? Get&#160;?em out already!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You clear your throat and put the folder on the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;James Jonah Jameson opens it up with little care.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Robbie's eyes go wide at the photograph.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mister Jameson! That's her! That's the Spider-Woman!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jonah looks at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How'd you get thess photos?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile and shrug.</span><br />&quot;With my camera.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;J.J. is nodding confidently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Perfect! Look at it, Robbie! Can ya see it?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know! It a clear picture of her, sir!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The chief looks at his friend as if he just spoke martian.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What the hell are you on about? I was talking about those damn hips!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Robbie deflates...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh...&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jonah places the photo back down with a puff of his cigar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright, Brandon, how much do ya want for this?&quot;</span><br />&quot;It's Anon, sir.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'll give ya a hundred fifty!&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Three hundred?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Three hundred!? That's outrageous!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He gets out a check.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Done!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You ride home $300 hundred dollars richer than before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh, and you're employed as a photographer, too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...and you were interviewed in the paper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;FUCK YEAH!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull into your driveway and head inside your house.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I did it!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your victory shout echoes through the tiny house you live in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wait for Dad to respond...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Huh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe he's listening to some k-pop or whatever in the kitchen...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You head in and see him sleeping on the dinner table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not uncommon, especially because Dad is a pretty busy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He works at Big Belly Burger, but he does so in the west side of town where things are always busier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let him be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can always tell him the good news in the morning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You head upstairs, shower, shave, and get comfy in your bed with your laptop on your lap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The homepage is Bing, because you were to lazy to change it, but the news section below captures your attention.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It reads: &quot;Junior Photographer reveals Spider-Woman!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of course you read the article, and you smiled the whole damn time reading it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you finish, you're about to go to bed...but then you look at Sunset's backpack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...After the whole day,you never even wondered if anything important was in it...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You should take a look inside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You unzip it's biggest pocket first and...</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You unzip it's biggest pocket first and...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Nothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just books, materials, her phone...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing weird, nothing important.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wrap yourself in bed and go to sleep peacefully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After masturbating, of course.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You're so lonely.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Morning had gone by quickly, and you're here waiting at your usual spot--the statue that lead to the steps of the school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The weather was not as nice as yesterday's but a little cloudiness never hurt anyone, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like the day before, the TARC bus comes to a stop across the street, Sunset crosses, and then sits next to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One difference though...she's very worried.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, what did Flash do to you!?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She must have heard...</span><br />&quot;He, uh, crammed me into my locker. Luna got me out though and he's going to be in trouble, so I don't think we need to--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She grabs your wrists and looks at you dead in the eye.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You feel your non-existent womanhood tremble at her gorgeous green eyes...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pulls you into sudden hug very tightly, fixing her head into the crook of your neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whoa, what?!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand there flabbergasted as students passing by stare awkwardly at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you feel wetness where her head is...</span><br />&quot;Sunset, what's going on? You ok? Do you need to talk about something?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She silently sobs as you remained unanswered.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to just be there for her and...get out your phone from your pocket.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know what will cheer her up.</span><br />&quot;Hey Sunny?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She releases from your hug with the makeup on her eyes running.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite how much her sadness hurts your heart, you smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tap a button on your phone, and the greatest song in the world starts to play...</span><br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kI3MwwWYC3Q<br />&#160;<br />&quot;She can kill with a smile<br />She can wound with her eyes<br />She can ruin your faith with her casual lies<br />And she only reveals what she wants you to see<br />She hides like a child<br />But she's always a woman to me...&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand her up and hold her in the way a man would for a slowdance.</span><br />&quot;She can lead you to love<br />She can take you or leave you<br />She can ask for the truth<br />But she'll never believe you<br />And she'll take what you give her as long as it's free<br />Yeah, she steals like a thief<br />But she's always a woman to me...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hold her close and smile warmly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh god you're blushing too...&quot; She says giggling semi-sadly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's right though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're blushing harder than you ever had...but Sunset seems to be blushing as well.</span><br />&quot;Oh, she takes care of herself<br />She can wait if she wants<br />She's ahead of her time<br />Oh, and she never gives out<br />And she never gives in<br />She just changes her mind...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heads rest against each other's comfortably.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both have a dopey smile.</span><br />&quot;She will promise you more<br />Than the Garden of Eden<br />Then she'll carelessly cut you<br />And laugh while you're bleedin'<br />But she'll bring out the best<br />And the worst you can be<br />Blame it all on yourself<br />Cause she's always a woman to me...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, you turn your phone off, and you hold Sunset.</span><br />&quot;Let's skip school. We don't need to do shit today.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shimmer nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Yeah. I'd like that.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You drive in your van with Shimmer in the passenger seat.</span><br />&quot;So what's wrong, Shim-Sham? You were acting strange yesterday, and you straight-up cry on me today...I'm worried.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't know. I've just been going through some changes recently...You think we can go get something to eat? I never get to eat breakfast and I'm reeeallly hungry.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're ok with that.</span><br />&quot;Sure, no problem. But still, you sure you don't need to talk about it? Clearly something's wrong and you're not telling me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tries to block you off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, seriously, I'm fine.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Maybe you should lay off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a sensitive subject you guess...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...a subject that has her coming to school every day with bruises, limping, and crying on you before school starts.</span><br />&quot;Shimmer, I'm going to be honest with you...you're literally my only friend. Everyday I see you and your friends hang out and have fun, and you're the closest I'll ever have to that. If something's wrong with you, I wanna help before I lose you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She considers this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her next words are strange ones.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...What do you think about Spider-Woman?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The question hits you off guard.</span><br />&quot;Spider-Woman? You already know what I think about her.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, just barely. You find her mysterious, want to know more about her, and you creepishly gloat on her hips...&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Well, they /are/ nice hips.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...but you never told me why you're fascinated by her. Is it something with how she uses her powers? Maybe you're curious about why she does whatever she does?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh as you turn into a cafe' called &quot;Cafe''&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This city has problems.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you park you think of your answer.</span><br />&quot;...I want to know her. I wanna see why she has her powers and chooses to help others despite her being labeled as a menace. She's very...I don't, but I want to see if she understands, you know? What it's like to be weird and isolated...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods in understanding and lays a hand on your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm sure she does.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your face becomes rather florid from the compliment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hiding the blush is impossible, and letting go of your smile is too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't know why, but that really resonated with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cough awkwardly, and unbuckle your seat-belt.</span><br />&quot;Well, uh, let's get some grub then, eh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Right, I'm starving.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You exit your car as she loses the seat belt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before she opens the car door, however, you open for it her with a mock-bow.</span><br />&quot;M'lady...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She grins.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thanks,&#160;?good sir',&quot; she responds with as much playfulness as your own little tease.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She steps out of your van, her neat boots landing on the old pavement of the parking lot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk through the entrance and see a stand with a woman occupying it in a uniform.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Taking you to a booth, you and her Sunset realize the cafe is relatively empty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Literally just you and her--other than like, you don't know, two employees?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you sit across your friend, the waitress smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Would you two like any drinks to get started?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at Sunset who shrugs.</span><br />&quot;...Do you have any hot tea?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The waitress smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We certainly do.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset seems to approve, so you nod your head with a smile.</span><br />&quot;I think we'll have some then, please.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The waitress leaves chuckling to herself, then whistles &quot;Can You Feel the Love Tonight?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shimmer rolls her eyes at that playfully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I wonder if she got the wrong idea...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Does it matter?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She relaxes her shoulders as she lets the quiet and empty cafe relax her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Suppose not,&quot; she says, &quot;...thanks Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You clasp your hand over her's reassuringly.</span><br />&quot;If you ever need anything, Sunny--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sunny? On to nicknames now?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try not squirm in your seat.</span><br />&quot;Just...I got your back is all, ok?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles affectionately.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ok.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You recoil your hands back.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset seems very comfortable now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You like it when she's relaxed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Why not put a little more icing on the cake?</span><br />&quot;Just so you know, this meal's on me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whoa, you don't have to do that, Anon. I can pay for myself, y'know.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile smugly.</span><br />&quot;I'm three hundred dollars richer from selling my photo of Spider-Woman. I'm paying and that's final.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes widen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wait, what? The Bugle bought your photos?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, also interviewed me on my encounter with her too. It's was the front page.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset seems alarmed by this much to your consternation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-you're encounter with Spider-Woman? They interviewed you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Uh, yeah, something wrong.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She exhales deeply.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, no, just, kinda dangerous, y'know? I knew you took a photo, but I didn't know you were that close...&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Caring about my safety? That's new.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's called caring, and friends do that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The footsteps of the waitress signal the approach of the tea.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The tea cups are tiny and so is the teapot, but you don't mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright, here you go! Some freshly brewed tea. Are you all ready to order?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh snap, you forgot about the menu...</span><br />&quot;Uh, one more minute please?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The waitress nods and walks off...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset resumes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...You're a nice guy, Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your lips purse in confusion.</span><br />&quot;And I wasn't before?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She laughs at your little quip.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, I mean, you always check in on me in the morning, after school...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She carries a thoughtful glint in her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...In fact, you should sit with my friends tomorrow at lunch! How about it?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're taken aback by the offer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sitting with her? And her friends?!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's the biggest honor for any guy at Canterlot High!</span><br />&quot;I'd love to!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her face grows cheery.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh my gosh, I just know you'll love my friends! They're pretty odd, but once you get to know them, you'll love&#160;?em.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Do they bite?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset is about to laugh...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But freezes for a millisecond.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...DUCK!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Wait, wha--hwooaaa!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She yanks your under the booth's table before you can register anything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's when the entire entrance of the cafe is obliterated by a FUCKING CAR.</span><br />&quot;HOLY SHIT!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Calm down, Anon!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Bitch, a car just got thrown at us and you're telling me to calm down!? YOU CALM THE FUCK DOWN!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She slaps you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Focus!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ow...that...that was really strong...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That slap felt more like a massive punch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jesus, Sunset must be stronger than Brad!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She grabs you by the shoulders.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dat grip...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I said calm down! I'm gonna see what happened...stay here.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before she leaves, you grab her by the arm.</span><br />&quot;Uh, what!? Are you out of your mind!?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sound of cars colliding outside the building are loud, and with loud, heavy steps...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whoever's in this building, SHOW YOURSELF!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That voice!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So familiar, but...it's all super cliche' sounding for a super-villain....</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see the shadow of a figure casting it's way down the cafe'.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Four long legs seem to be holding something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or someone...?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear police sirens arrive outside that seem to catch the attention of the attacker you've yet been brave enough to catch a glimpse at.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You peak out just a little and...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;HOLY SHIT</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What the hell!?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A green trench coat covers most of the attacker, but it seems there is no shirt underneath it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The coat does, however, conceal the upper body of the maniac.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The waist is wrapped in this weird metal thing, and out from her back are these...arms?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They move around like mechanical tendrils of a kraken, but seem much more deadlier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Did you mention they were massive, too? Cause they are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, the person's not even touching the ground!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The long arms just walk for her like some type of gigantic daddy long-leg of hell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you were to be honest, it looked pretty metal, but also dangerous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But aren't all good things in life?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The head of the attacker was concealed behind thick, black lab goggles, and her hair...was very pretty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can tell by when she moves, you see her breast bare and naked under her trench coat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unf...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That smooth, gray skin....</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She starts to speak loudly in an admittedly cute British accent...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm looking for the one they refer to as Spider-Woman! Whoever hands her to me may live to see tomorrow!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She waits for a response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs.</span><br />&quot;I know she's here! I placed my tracker on her as of last night. Now I ask again...WHERE IS SHE!?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit, you and Sunset need to get outta here fast...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Oh my god, where did she go?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;WHERE THE FUCK DID SHE GO!?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You peek your head out a little more and hope to spot her...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No luck...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Did she just abandon you here?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...After that heart to heart?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ok, stay calm, Anon, you're ok!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You...You need to focus on escaping first.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...or wait for this weird daddy long-leg freak to either walk away or find you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sneak out from under the table as the long-armed attacker looks under the booths on the opposite side of the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly you tip-toe away and...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You step on the shattered glass of a window.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The long legged menace whirls around and growls through gritted teeth.</span><br />&quot;Uh, hi?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You throat is met with the terribly cold metallic arm around your throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start choking as it lifts you closer to her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She cracks a toothy grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a glint of perverse satisfaction in it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hello...handsome,&quot; she says as another metal arm nears close to your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It produces a long blade from it's &quot;palm,&quot; ready to impale itself into your forehead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You proceed to fight for air and a way to escape.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now you wouldn't happen to know where that wretched Spider-Woman is, would you? If you tell me now I'll consider making you...&quot; she nears your face to her own with her mechanical arm and licks your cheek seductively, &quot;...my pet.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Boner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Boner, stop please.</span><br />&quot;I-I don't know...&quot; you croak.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She frowns.</span><br />&quot;...Pity.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The arm with the blade is about to pierce you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wince as you legitimately think this it it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pkDRwiueWb4 [Embed]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A thick, strand of some sort of web yanks the arm away from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Distracted by this, your attacker drops you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Spider-Woman...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look to see where the webbing came from and...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh my god...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's her...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spider-Woman stands with her hands on her heavenly hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Good lawdy them hips....</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart beats longingly rather than out of fear...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She folds her arms and takes a sassy stance at the mechanical armed terror.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know, I'm familiar with the term &quot;crashing in&quot; but this is kinda ridiculous, Doc-Ock.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice is a lot smoother than you thought it'd be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Younger sounding too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A bit higher and faster than Sunset's own, but just as nice to hear if not a bit more feisty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The trench-coated villain growls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I told you my name is NOT&#160;?Doc-Ock' you insufferable welp! It is Doctor Octopus!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spider-Woman scoffs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pssh, Doc-Ock, Crockpot--it's all the same, right? Huh. Kinda like your outfit. You know, I'd reeaaallly invest in wearing a shirt under that jacket because right now, I can see your boobs. Just sayin'. Like, feel free to keep not wearing one either,&#160;?cause I'm totally cool with that too. Probably as cool as him.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Is there anyone else left in this restaurant?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;?Doc-Ock' yells in frustration.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;STOP IGNORING ME!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, she sweeps a load of wooden chairs from any tables at Spider-Woman.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She acts fast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Too fast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She jumps and maneuvers herself so that literally none of the chairs hit her, and lands as gracefully as a ballerina.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That is until her leg is snatched by Doc.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slamming her into the wall, the villainess laughs maniacally as her nemesis shouts in pain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're about to run out of there and let the cops outside help you out, but...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is Spider-Woman! She's your personal hero.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And here she is, getting thrown like a rag doll by a chick with robot tentacles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gotta help her...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You throw a glass from a table at the villain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without her even looking, it's caught by an arm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Doc turns around and glares at you right before she throws a metallic punch for Spider-Woman's face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh...You like to play rough, huh?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gulp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start to run for cover, but the claws of an arm snaps your shirt collar in its grasp like a snake latches its fangs to a rat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thankfully it tears, and you fall with a thump.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try making a dash to the right, but a metal arm stomps in front of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Try for the left...same result.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looms over you with a smile that makes you think...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I've seen waaaaay too much hentai to know where this is going, so I'll just ask you to stop right there.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...That's what I was gonna say.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh my god you and her kinda sorta finished each other's sentences!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spidey made herself into the human sling-shot with a large band of web across the sides of the large broken window from the entrance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then launches herself as swooshes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before she makes contact, she readies a fist from below.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;SHOOOOORYUKEN!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The force of the punch causes Doc-Ock to rocket out the back of the establishment where cop cars stand ready, still surrounding the building.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before the cops or Spidey can do anything, she regains her footing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You win this time, Spider-Woman...but know that not only shall I return, but I'll rule the day with a vengeance more swift than even your arachnid abilities cannot comprehend!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, her metallic arms all jump to the roof of a short building...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And another...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And another...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And fuck she got away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand inside the building, looking at Spider-Woman from the broken wall as the police face her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One of them grabs their megaphone and tells her to freeze, but she sighs and webs it shut.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her posture takes a different stance now--one with more guilt?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She runs back into the building to escape from the entrance where this all began...until she sees you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When she does that, she returns to looking more pompous and cheeky in the way she stands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry&#160;?bout that, kid. By the way--I don't recommend throwing glasses at a big-baddy unless you're asking for trouble...&quot; she blows you a kiss, &quot;...but it /was/ kinda nice of you. See ya, cutie!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She runs out and leaps onto a police car's hood and off of it like a spring.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While in the air, she lets loose a long strand of web and slings away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;Muh heart...&quot;<br />&#160;<br />Later...<br />&#160;<br />&quot;And that's all, I swear!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...and she blew you a kiss?&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Uh, yeah?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The interrogator's brow quirks in disbelief.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not like &quot;unbelievable!&quot; disbelief, more like &quot;for fuck's sake, I know you didn't read last night&quot; type of disbelief.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your interrogator takes off his glasses rubs the sides of his head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Look, kid, if you're makin' any of this stuff up...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Officer, please! I already told you--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;--Commissioner,&quot; he says while scratching his mustache.</span><br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm not an officer, I'm the Commissioner.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You groan.</span><br />&quot;Whatever! I already told you what happened! After Spider-Woman blew me a kiss, I went and found my friend in the girl's bathroom.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The Commissioner looks at you oddly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You get attacked by a shirtless women in a trench coat with four metallic arms that was fighting Spider-Woman...and your first thoughts after seeing that was to go to the girl's bathroom?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes! I mean, no! You see, I was looking for my friend Sunset! She ran off without me noticing and I found her in there.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He looks at your eyes for a minute, then sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I swear if you're in league with either one of those two women today--&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The ring of his cell phone interrupts him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After looking at the ID of the number, her rolls his eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He proceeds to look at the one-sided mirror and grumbles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Excuse me, son, but I need to take this...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Uh, sure?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He answers his phone.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Heya, Pumpkin, how're you doin' behind the mirror?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He sounds jaded.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bet it's his wife.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...No honey, like I said before, you're not allowed in here. How'd you even get in? I told all my cops not to let you inside no matter what!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear the sheepish laughter of a woman on the other line.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Definitely a wife.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Barbara, you need to stop abusing your status! You can't keep saying that it's alright for you to come in&#160;?because I said so'!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Barbara?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd guess his wife's a bit older with that kind of name.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...What's that? You think who's cute?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The Commissioner scowls at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh shite, mang.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You put your hands up defensively.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Don't look at me like that boi, I don't want dat eighteen hundred's poosay.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Yeah, well he goes where you'll be goin' soon, so talk to&#160;?im there. Now let daddy do his work, ok? Yeah, yeah, I love ya too. Bye, hun.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;?Where you'll be going soon'.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ha.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Cause she's old.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuckin' savage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He hangs up and is met with a bemused look on your face.</span><br />&quot;Daddy? Where you'll be going soon? Dang, man, I ain't gonna judge your taste in women, but--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's my daughter.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Excuse me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He sips his coffee mug and sets it down, turning it around to show you the words &quot;World's Best Father&quot; on it.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;My daughter. She'll be entering Canterlot High soon. Says her current school's too preppy for her. I agree.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Quick! Think of something fast!</span><br />&quot;Oh really? Well, uh, I go to Canterlot High! Neat, eh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know. I have your files.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh. Uh, guess I forgot?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The commissioner puts his glasses back on as he stands up with a yawn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Look, I know you're no troubled kid, alright? I've seen my fair share of troubled kids long, long ago in this City,&quot; his eyes seem distant at that last part, &quot;but I want you to stay that way. By staying out of trouble. Oh, and if you meet my daughter...don't you dare hit on her.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand up with a nod of understanding.</span><br />&quot;Yes sir, Officer Gordon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He grumbles as he opens the door.</span><br />&quot;It's Commissioner Gordon, Anon...You and Sunset are free to leave now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He smirks under his mustache.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just try and make a better excuse for leaving school with her other than&#160;?she was down', will ya?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You laugh carefully.</span><br />&quot;Heh. Yes, sir.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He pats you on the back as you leave the place with him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm kiddin'. Don't worry about it, I'll see what I can do. See ya around, son.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The day after that point on was simply you at home, reading more about how you--the man with the first decent photo of the Spider-Woman--has met her again after being attacked by both her and Doc-Ock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Attacked by Spider-Woman....and Doc-Ock....</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucking modern-journalism, man.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Today has barely begun, but walking into the school was refreshing...in the way that it wasn't at all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hallways were quiet as you entered--probably because they heard what happened with you and Sunset yesterday.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's alright, you think the silence is nice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It'd be nicer if you weren't mad at Sunset, but nooooo!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She abandoned you! Left you for dead!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bet Spider-Woman wouldn't leave someone they cared about behind, especially after that deep talk the two of you had!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;YOU BOUGHT HER LUNCH, GODDAMMIT!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If it weren't for Spider-Woman...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Spider-Woman.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh at your locker as even Flash and his friends back off for once.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rest your head against it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;My god, you haven't crushed on someone so hard since you first met Shimmer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's getting really bad now, you're obsessed with her...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You remember how she looked perfect from right down to her perfect hair to her amazing hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Last night was a great fap thanks to this imagery...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her attitude, her voice, and her body are all so fucking perfect!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One thing that sticks out was the moment where she saw Doc-Ock get away, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;During those few seconds, it was like her whole demeanor changed from a witty web-slinger to a guilty and depressed girl with a hint of longing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That irks you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You thought that seeing Spider-Woman even more closely would make you see some answers...but you only have more questions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why was she so down?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What are her reasons?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another thing that stuck out was what she said to you before zipping away via web-slinging.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Calling you a cutie, bending over and blowing you a kiss...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By god that was like a second sexual awakening.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not one to have fully-fledged fantasies over girls, but you have been, and it's making you feel...weird.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can even picture it now: after swinging off, she swings you up with her and takes you to an abandoned roof, makes a few jokes, then...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, why weren't you at the steps today?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your thoughts are cut off as you startle off your locker.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset stands with a worried look on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have a scowl on yours.</span><br />&quot;Oh, I dunno. Guess I just left you there, huh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab your books from your locker and promptly leave.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start to stride off until she rests a hand on your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, what's wrong?&quot;</span><br />&quot;It's obvious.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs and follows you down the hallway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shouldn't she be heading to class?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Look, Anon, I'm sorry, but I swore you were right behind me!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh? Then why didn't you nudge me before running off? Why didn't you tell me to follow you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I did!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scoff.</span><br />&quot;When? Right after I said you were crazy for wanting to get out from our spot and we should hide where we were?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She falters.</span><br />&quot;Look, Sunny, I'm not mad at you for abandoning me, what really hurts is that I did that all for you, THEN you left.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, it's not like that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She grabs on to your arm desperately.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Damn what a strong grip...</span><br />&quot;Oh? What was it like?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I already told you!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You yank your arm out of her hands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was oddly difficult though, like your sleeve was sticking to her.</span><br />&quot;Look, I'll listen when you start talking to me about why you're so secretive, and start actually communicating with me! Got it!?!?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're up in her face at this point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She retaliates.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why do you care!? If I don't want to talk about it, then why can't you leave it alone!?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I can't believe that you still don't get it! Everyday I see you come to school, battered and limping with bruises all over, and when I ask, you never talk! Never! Then, right as you cry on me, I take you out to get food because I want you to feel better, and I hate it when you're so sad every morning! I CARE ABOUT YOU! I LIKE YOU!!!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her face goes from angry to shocked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Oh my god.&quot;</span><br />&quot;And every time I try to push those feelings to be your friend, I CAN'T! You're always putting so much responsibility in things you won't share! Why!? How can we even be friends if you don't tell me how you feel!?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes start to stream tears as an audience forms of students in the hall.</span><br />&quot;Can't you just talk to me!? Tell me how you feel, let me help you, anything! I care! I don't know what makes you think it's wrong to tell me about what's happening, but I care, Sunset!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset's head hangs low as her hair covers her face.</span><br />&quot;Please! Just talk to me! I...I'm worried about you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks up at you, eyes watering.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wordlessly, she quickly pulls you into a hug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm sorry, Anon, but I just can't.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She walks off, hands covering her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart aches.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Badly.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit outside for lunch while eating on the stairs your so often visit Sunset at in the morning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wouldn't be able to go in without longingly watching her talk with her friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Besides, the weather wasn't too bad out other than the extreme wind and dark, cloudy skies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You eat your square pizza in hopes it makes you feel better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It doesn't.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wallow in loneliness, mentally cursing yourself out for what you just did.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Confessing your love like that in front of everyone, making Sunset cry, shattering your only friendship...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just destroyed any chances of you and her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wipe some excess tears away.</span><br />&quot;God, I'm fucking stupid...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ya have no idea, partner&quot; says a voice of a girl, her voice rather country-esque in tone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The doors to the school close as Applejack stands over you from the steps.</span><br />&quot;You going to cuss me out for yelling at Sunny?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sunny? Ya have a nickname for&#160;?er now? Guess ya'll were closer than I thought.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Not really.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She rolls her emerald eyes and sits next to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Looky here, Anon--she's got some issues to deal with of her own right now, alright? And ya know what? I'm sure she didn't mean to leave ya'll alone back at that Cafe, but ya just gotta move on.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You set your finished tray of food down on the ground.</span><br />&quot;Look, I appreciate you trying to talk to me and make things right, but I caused too much harm at this point. No coming back from this.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack raises a brow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I really doubt that. You seem awfully attached to someone like her, and I can see ya wantin' to apologize and such.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at Applejack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her outfit is cute, and her eyes are warm and inviting...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The build of her body is also very intimidating.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's got fantastic muscles and well toned legs under her denim skirt, and your favorite trait of all...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dem motherly, heavenly, child-bearing hips...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, are ya checkin' me out?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whoops...</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh and bury your face into your hands.</span><br />&quot;Uh, no, I just thought you looked pretty...Sorry. I'm really out of sorts is all. Just...I don't know, I'm kinda...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Lonely?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, and spooked from nearly being kidnapped by Doc-Ock to be her sex slave...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at her.</span><br />&quot;Yeah. That was a thing.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack lets out a tiny laugh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Heh. Guess that Doc's got some taste after all.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, did you just compliment her as a means to compliment me?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She winks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't know...were ya just checkin' me out?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just got busted...</span><br />&quot;N-no...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She rolls her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And people say I'm a bad liar. Guess that means ya like what ya see though, huh?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your cheeks feel hot.</span><br />&quot;Are you asking me if I enjoyed checking you out?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles and tips her stetson.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? A girl can't hear a few compliments every once and awhile?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I...uh, is this what flirting feels like?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I dunno, is it?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles cheekily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whew lad...</span><br />&quot;Uh, you really want to know what I was thinking?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Eeyup! Don't hold back none, neither. I wanna hear what ya'll boys /really/ think of me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The blush on your face could not be more noticeable.</span><br />&quot;Ok, the first thing I noticed is that you have a really nice face...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wait, my face was the first thing ya looked at?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile sheepishly.</span><br />&quot;Is it that corny?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A little, but go on...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a breath.</span><br />&quot;Your eyes are really pretty. They seem, I dunno, inviting? Comfortable? They put me at ease when I look at them, I guess...I also like your hat. It fits your sense of character.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles at that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This hat means more than ya realize, lemme tell ya...&quot;</span><br />&quot;I figured. Your hair is also nice, and I like the way you put it together: simply.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You clear your throat awkwardly.</span><br />&quot;Any&#160;?other' traits you want to hear?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack grows a smug grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Please...&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod shakily.</span><br />&quot;O-ok...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is making your heart beat like a damn drummer...</span><br />&quot;Uh, your, you know, boobs? They're a good size that fits your athletic body. They're big, but nothing crazy. And your hips...&quot; you wipe the sweat forming on your brow, &quot;I could hold onto to&#160;?em forever...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack scoots next to you, eyes half-lidded and a smirk that makes your heart thump.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...You're not too bad yourself, cutie.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that she stands up and walks back into the school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What the...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What the hell just happened?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The school day is over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You haven't seen Sunset since earlier, and your penis is confused thanks to Applejack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to push these thoughts out of your head though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You need to take pictures after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pictures of Spider-Woman!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It is your job, after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Exiting the front doors of the school building and you're greeted with the same cloudy weather from lunch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You groan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Today's been confusing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk to your van tiredly, just wanting the day to end already.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But nope, you gotta go downtown and ask for eyewitnesses on where they see Spider-Woman again...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Marc the hobo said he saw her at other places on Wednesdays like today, but he'd only tell you for a good sum of cash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Guess you'll ask him again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He abides in the East part of downtown, the part with more crime.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can take care of yourself though, you've had to since mom left you and Dad.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Entering your van, your switch the ignition on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Carefully you pull out of the school's parking and into the busy road.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Downtown is twenty or so minutes from here, so you should be there by 3:30 p.m. if traffic is generous...</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The parking meter is filled with cash, and your van is locked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hope no one steals it, but there'd be nothing much value in the car to steal anyways.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh no, you stole my textbook?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;My, what a shocker.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand on the cracked sidewalk littered with garbage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The air in the East side always smells funky, funkier than the rest of downtown.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The more clean parts of the city smell odd, like smoke and city-food with a hint sweat depending on the weather, but the East side smells just gross.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sweat, sewage, mold...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The scents change wherever you go, but they always remain unpleasant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Walking down the street is also dangerous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The alleys of the deteriorating &quot;homes&quot; have plenty of stories to tell, but none that deserve to be experienced.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least it was day still.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This place is dangerous at night, and you'd know...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After several minutes, you head to the old &quot;Donut Joe's&quot; building.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was a hit in the old days you hear, but the chef himself changed locations.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No one ever bought the building, so they just kind of left it here to rot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is where you visit Marc.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Walking into the smelly and collapsing building, you walk into the diner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There he is, snoozing away in a sleeping bag on the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake him a little to stir him up.</span><br />&quot;Marc, wake up. It's me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He grumbles in his sleep.</span><br />&quot;Marc. Get up.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You talk quietly so he's not woken up too suddenly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He groans tiredly after you shake him a bit more, but ultimately wakes up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wha--? Oh. Hey, kid. Whatcha want know, huh?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Info. On Sunday you said you know another location she frequents on Wednesdays. I got money if you got the truth.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He rolls his sleepy eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know, for once you should just stop and say hi. I'd like that.&quot;</span><br />&quot;If you tell me where to find her, then I'll see what I can do.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He stands up from his sleeping bag, and the smell of piss, body odor, and shit disgustingly waft up your nose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try not to gag, but your eyes water at the smell.</span><br />&quot;Maybe I can also give you a place to bathe...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Marc laughs with his broken-tooth smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nah, I'm alright. I use the big kitchen sink in this place. The rustiness of the water really helps the pores.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Haha gross.</span><br />&quot;Sheesh. Well, look, I have cash on me right here and right now. If you tell me the truth, you get the money.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The homeless man strokes his disgusting and tangled beard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright, every night down by Carmine Apartments, the house is covered in thick and gooey stuff. I say it's web, but no one believes me...buuuut....&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From his pocket, he pulls out a dirty map of the city.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He points to Carmine apartments on it, and drags to an area he circled in the last of what was red ink in a near-empty marker.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On the map, it says &quot;Larson Theater&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She swings from the apartments to the theater, but anywhere else before or after those places I don't know,&quot; he admits, &quot;If you're feeling ballsy though, you could probably meet her on the roof.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quickly place a good hundred and fifty dollar bills into his palm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hobos don't use credit or paychecks as we know.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pat Marc on the shoulder.</span><br />&quot;We'll talk soon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He crawls back into his sleeping back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Lookin' forward to it.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You exit the old diner and race to your car.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A chance to meet Spider-Woman again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Holy shit, yes!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh how you've yearned for this chance!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You waste no time and turn on the engine of your van.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Carmine apartments...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have no idea where that is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You click on your phone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;7 missed calls</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'll check&#160;?em after getting directions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you pull up to a red light, you turn on Siri.</span><br />&quot;Siri, where is Carmine Apartments.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Give me a second...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The directions are found shortly, and the light turns green.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ok, time to listen to the voicemail of these seven missed calls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The first one is Dad.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He starts out by burping.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, hey Anon...I'm sorry I won't be coming home tonight, but,uh...I'm a bit drunk and I'm in a velociraptor costume...and, like, I dunno this bitch but she's pretty good at sucking dick, so expect me hungover tomorrow.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He hangs up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Good old dad...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You check the next message.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Number Unknown...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You play it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Eep!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Silence, but the caller hasn't hung up yet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice sounds cute and timid.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Oh, sorry. I just really don't like it when the phone makes that noise before leaving a message. I always try to prepare myself for it, but I jump every time it plays and--oh my, I forgot! I'm Fluttershy, one pf Sunset Shimmer's friends.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hell does she have your number for?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;HOW does she even have it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know you and Sunset had a fight and that Applejack tried to make you feel better, but I just wanted to tell you that Sunset is really, really sorry for what she did, and I think the two of you should talk. I mean, you don't have to, but it'd probably be more nice if you did... Oh, and I didn't know your number by the way, so I looked through the school books and I found your cell. I don't mean to be creepy, but you know...Please at least try to talk with Sunset, Anon. She's so sad.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hangs up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was...interesting.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You head to the next message.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The first sound is the troubled and hiccuping breath of a crying girl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wonder who this is...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh my god, Anon! I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have done that! I can't believe what I did! I'm so, so sorry!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sobs her words into the phone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-I wanna tell you, a-and I really think you're great too, but,&quot; she sniffles into a tissue, &quot;you're one of my best friends, and I don't wanna stop our friendship!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull over to the side of the road and put your head on the steering wheel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A wave of guilt engulfs you as you continue to listen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Please, Anon! Please! I miss you so much! I promise I'll talk to you more, I'll never leave you alone like that again, just please call me!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your chest hearts with an ache that refuse to leave.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tear droplets fall onto your lap as you continue to hear her misery.</span><br />&quot;God dammit.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn off your phone and sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Are you ok to drive...?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, you are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You continue to drive to Carmine Apartments.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Carmine Apartments.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It looks pretty mellow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's five to ten minutes outside of the city, but still close enough to be considered within it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was not exactly safe as the West side of town, but it certainly was no East side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Basically, no need to feel uncomfortable here at night because this area's relatively calm with its crime...and Spider-Woman is also there if your assumptions are correct.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thanks Marc.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You owe him lunch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit in the parking lot of the apartments.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pretty standard looking, and nothing particularly sticks out about them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab your camera to be ready, just in case.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The time is 4:20 p.m.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Blaze it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Heh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle at your little joke.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If last time waiting was any indicator, waiting for a Spider-Vigilante is gonna take some time. It took til 10:30 at night till you were able to catch her on Sunday.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait a minute...Carmine Apartments to the Larson Theater.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get out your own map of the city.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like Marc labeled his map with a location, you should probably try to mark areas she's spotted at as well...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a red pen from your backpack, you remove the cap and circle where you last spotted her on the fire escape.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you see her here and at the theater, then you'll be sure to mark these locations too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For now, you must wait.</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;I should really find a better way of finding her.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grumble.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Four hours have passed, and yet you still don't see her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are determined though, especially after what Marc said.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The roofs in this area are low, and there are no buildings to web-sling on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you should hide on the roof?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nah, she'd spot you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The theater is closer to town, so she must come from--if Marc's words are to be believed--the apartments, then makes her way into town.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So yeah, you should be able to follow her in your van once you spot her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Follow her in your van.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Note to self: try being less creepy if you actually meet her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spider-Woman immediately jumps onto the roof from the direction of the theater.\</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;WAIT.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;SHE CAME FROM THE OPPOSITE WAY!?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;GODDAMNIT MARK!!!!!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;YOU WERE GONNA FOLLOW HER HIPS IN YOUR VAN!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Man, you're scaring yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Quickly you shuffle to grab your camera, and step out of the car.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;1...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;2...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;3...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Say cheese, Spidey!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Click!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The figure recoils at the flash of the camera.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once she sees you there, she immediately turns back from the direction she came.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you CAN make her go to theater.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You immediately head into your car, and start to pursue her from outside of the city.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She runs on the roofs of small houses, shops, but...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lose her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Damn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slam your fist against the steering wheel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least you got one picture.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can only hope she heads back to the theater now as you drive your way to it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Wait a minute.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is that smoke?!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;About a few blocks down there's a shit load of smoke...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You drive towards it and your fears are confirmed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A fire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A big fire.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The building is a large apartment building, one that is big enough to be in the city.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because at this point after chasing Spidey, you kinda are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Outside of the building is a good number of people covered in scorches and ash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fire department barely arrived, it seems, but you pull over anyways.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stepping out of the car, you make your way to the people.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A forty year old man coughing wildly tries desperately to break free of two firefighters' hold on him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;MY DAUGHTER! I HAVE TO GET HER OUT, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! SHE'S ONLY SIX, SHE'S DYING IN THERE!!!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sir, it's too dangerous to go in now! You need to--&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's dragged off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at the building...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Doesn't look like a super-hero with a knack for shooting webs is gonna be here any soon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This looks like it'll be on the Bugle tomorrow...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait a minute...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab out your camera.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Click!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Click!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...A few more times just to be safe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Click!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Click!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Click!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Cli--</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You refrain from taking another picture as you look at a window near the fourth floor of the building.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A little girl screams for dear life from it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit is that the man's daughter?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You immediately go up to a fire-man.</span><br />&quot;Dude! There's still a little girl inside! Look!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You show him on your camera, and he looks at you sadly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We can't go up there--too likely it'll collapse any second now...&quot;</span><br />&quot;But she's going to die! Do something!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I CAN'T!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He glares at you with sad eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hang your head low.</span><br />&quot;It's too late for her...?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fireman nods.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fireman nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm sorry, kid, but we can't go up there without a near-certain chance of us gettin' killed..&quot;</span><br />&quot;I see...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You push him out of your way and dart straight to the building of fire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Three firemen go after you, but your too fast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once you enter the building, you're skin is hot and the walls are burning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your ears ache of the fire alarm is blaring, and the white light it constantly flashes disorients you as much as the smoke.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Parts of the hallway are being cooked, and the wires from the walls blowing out into sparks that singe your arm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is a nasty fire...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The look for any signs that tell where the stairs are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're all burnt off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wipe the sweat off your brow and hope to spot it soon enough.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You run to the left of the hall, opening whatever doors you can.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, you find the stairs, but the higher up it goes, the more smoke there is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Do you even remember what floor the girl was on?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're guessing it's the fourth floor if your memory serves right...but you don't really know.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You run up the nearly destroyed stairs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;First floor...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Second floor...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Third floor...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fourth floor!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hope to god this is it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hallway is dangerously narrow, and flaming pieces of wood and other debris that have fallen from either a light explosion block your path to the long passageway of the apartment rooms' doors.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to yell if anyone is still there.</span><br />&quot;HEY! LITTLE GIRL ARE YOU OK!?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;HEEEELP!!!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your voice just barely covers the fire alarm, but you doubt you'll be able to yell again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The smoke you inhaled before was already making you dizzy, but you just yelled at the top of your lungs, breathing in a large amount of smoke.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin coughing with teary-eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't see!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The more you cough, the more smoke enters your body, and the more it enters your body, the more you cough.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yet despite how harshly you cough, you're just as harsh about giving up a little girl's life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kick the debris out of your way despite barely finding the strength.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The doors!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You follow the sound of the screams from the little girl as the flaming walls singe your clothes and parts of your hair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The heat is so intense that it burns your skin, but you're so close to saving her!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At this point, you hear the screaming of a little girl behind one of the doors.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Door number 195.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like your locker number...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to attempt another scream to let the girl know you're there.</span><br />&quot;HEY! HEY I'M COMING!!!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bad idea...you're coughing so hard you're about to puke.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gather as much saliva as you can spit the smoke out of your mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It works only a little.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slam your shoulder into the door to break it open.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scream in pain as it fails immensely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The scream only cause even MORE smoke into your body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're eyes are streaming with tears so much that the world is just a weird blur of fire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to study the handle of the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kick besides the locked handle instead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This brings the door down with more success.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once you enter the room, you see the girl by the window, shrieking madly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, not really see the girl, you THINK you see the girl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can hardly SEE anything at the moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're coughing and the bright fires make sure to help ruin your sight, and the smoke not only clouds much of your view, but also makes you choke.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a brief moment though, the smoke clears and you see the shape of the girl...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks familiar...</span><br />&quot;Sunset...?<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's engulfed in smoke again and you charge to the direction you saw her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The smoke clears again and this time your mind does not deceive you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a six year-old girl, and her face is smeared in black from the smoke.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She cries by the window for help until she sees you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod and leaning out of the window as well and look desperately for a fire escape...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There isn't one...</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite the fact you're 30 meters up the building, there is no fire escape at all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This place will be getting some lawsuits, that's for sure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The stairs which you came up from are your only option.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scoop up the child and carry her under you so that she is shielded by your body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You escape the room just in time as it collapses.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was close...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You run to the staircase once again--it's fallen apart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're stuck up here!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not dumb enough to take the elevator either, so there's nowhere to go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You run around the hall trying to avoid the flames from the walls and find an escape route.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No luck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand, holding the girl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The tears from the smoke are replaced with ones of guilt.</span><br />&quot;I'm sorry...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girl cries as she nuzzles into your chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a minute, you just accept your fate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man, think of all the things you could've done.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One day you could've wrote that book about Dad, maybe visit Russia...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...or you could've made amends with Sunset.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right when you're about to go down the first flight of stairs, part of the ceiling hits your back, tumbling you down the flaming stairs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girl is protected as you use yourself as a body shield, but you're injured BADLY.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scream in agony, but smoke starts to pool within your lungs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes are watering, you can't see anything, yet you hold the girl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You stand up, but end up shouting from the pain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Again, more smoke.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't breath...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is the end, isn't it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The last moments of your life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You crouch over the child as you curl up around her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're at least gonna give this child a chance to live.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're so sorry, Sunny.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So, so sorry...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just wanted to be closer, but you just ruined everything because of it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You never thought you'd feel so cold and empty while dying in a burning building...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A song plays in your head as you think of her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The one you played before taking her to the cafe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She's Always a Woman to Me&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...She was always a woman to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset, you mean.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're sorry Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you'll never have any idea.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wait patiently for your demise.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;....</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The pull of something from behind you startles you and the child.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's web!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She came!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spider-Woman yanks her web back and reels you in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Follow me!&quot; she shouts urgently</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's no humor in her voice unlike your last encounter with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She drags you and the child to a room and, with her shoulder, breaks down the locked door effortlessly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She points to a window.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's gonna be our way out! Just hang on to me, ok?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and the girl nod while coughing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both cling to her for dear life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then jumps out of the open window and shoots a long rope of web from the top of the building.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like a bungee-rope, it take you down to the ground safely...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When your clammy skin meets the cold air of the night and you experience the clean air, you start to shiver in a cold sweat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So does the little girl.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and the her let go of Spidey once safe on the ground.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A parent immediately picks up the girl in fear of Spider-Woman.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just stand in front of her as she looks at you silently.</span><br />&quot;Uh...Nice to see you again.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs wearily, yet she has this hint of relief and humor added to it's weariness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just hug me, will ya?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You oblige way too quickly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sling your arms around her and pull her into you, but not too much so that anything's touching...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...But she does.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you and her pull back, she whispers something in your ear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Larson Theater. Tomorrow at 8:00 p.m.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, she shoots her web and sling off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What happened next went by like a blur...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The firemen gave you a mask to breathe oxygen, you were on the news yet AGAIN, and then you went home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As of now, you lay on your bed, ruminating what just happened.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You almost died.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And now you're having a date with Spider-Woman.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, not a date, but...you know...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh as you look at your phone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You wanna talk to Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Say how sorry you feel, tell her how you miss her--all that jazz.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You go to your contacts and begin to call.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Voicemail.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dammit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You speak anyways.</span><br />&quot;Hey, Sunny...I, uh....hey....&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is hard.</span><br />&quot;....Look, I know I've been hard on you and I realize that we might've had a big fight, but...I'm sorry. I can't even begin to tell you how much I;m sorry for yelling at you, being all up in your face like that...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite the massive buckets of tears you had from the fire's smoke earlier, it seems that you still have plenty more to shed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God dammit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What a fucking night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite the massive buckets of tears you had from the fire's smoke earlier, it seems that you still have plenty more to shed.</span><br />&quot;I was in a fire today and I thought I wouldn't make it. I-I mean, really thought I wouldn't make it, even more than when we were at the cafe...I remember seeing your face in the smoke, and when I thought I was going to die--I remember thinking of how much I missed you...Is it strange to say the fire reminded me of you? I mean, not just because of your hair of course, but in like, I dunno, a spiritual way?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man you sound crazy.</span><br />&quot;Like, the fire just kept getting brighter and brighter, showing me more things to see, but yet it's smoke then hides it and made it impossible to reach...But you know that from that smoke is a light that is strange and beautiful as it is dangerous. I feel like I'm an early human discovering fire for the first time with you...and when I'm without you...&quot; you sob &quot;...it's just so damn cold.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wipe your tears.</span><br />&quot;I guess I'll maybe see you tomorrow. See you later...I hope.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hang up and fall into a deep sleep.</span><br />&quot;...Fuck.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wake up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is it morning?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at your alarm clock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It says it is...5:30 a.m.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Was Dad going to be home this morning?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh, yeah...he's not.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Getting laid or something like that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stretch and rise from your bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Your phone has no messages.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset hasn't responded.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you'll talk at school with each other...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You recall that Fluttershy had called you at one point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Don't remember when; too tired right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You exit your room in nothing but your robe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's comfy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Too comfy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could use some music to wake up to...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your dad keeps a radio on the kitchen table, so hey, why not?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tune in to a random station.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y983TDjoglQ&quot; [Embed]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, nope...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try another one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hn-enjcgV1o&quot; [Embed]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Uh, another one?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kI3MwwWYC3Q&quot; [Embed]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're about to change the channel...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you stop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just stare with sad, angry eyes at the radio.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God must be laughing his ass off right now.</span><br />&quot;...God dammit.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't turn it off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ugh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You listen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To the whole song.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cease yourself from any sniffling and pick up your phone to play your own music.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your met with the home screen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;3:23 a.m.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Wait a minute...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You return to your room and look at your alarm clock once again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still 5:30 a.m.!?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grumble.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Great.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Guess you'll set an alarm on your phone to wake you up...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wrap yourself in your covers once more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sleep tries its hardest to take you but...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Oh god you're stuck thinking about Sunset</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tonight's gonna be a long one, isn't it?</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hours later...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Good morning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not good at all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You leave the house and enter your car.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're eyes are bloodshot and the purple circles have failed to fade away from them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So tired...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You haven't fallen back to sleep yet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Can't now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It really is time for school this time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ha!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Time...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel like you're going crazy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Can't stop thinking about her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;About how hard you messed up with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Did you shave?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know you showered, but did you shave?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rub your hand on your jaw and neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nope.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Guess you'll be going to school with a five o'clock shadow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your driving is awful, but fuck it--school is waiting and shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A good ten minutes and some near-accidents on the road and you're there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...At the parking lot of the school, of course.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You check the sign.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ok, right place.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;....</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Do you really want to go talk to her?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What if she's pissed at you and wants you dead?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What if you guys start talking, but it becomes more awkward forever?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slap yourself in the non-shaven face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man up, Anon!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Fuck, you're tired.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You yawn and proceed out of your vehicle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You must look tired, because passing students are staring at you like you're a zombie from Zimbabwe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A Zimbabwie?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, one of those.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stop at the steps that lead to the school doors like you always do and set your backpack down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe Sunset won't show up, maybe she will...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It all depends on if she comes off of the bus, you guess.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wait for the city bus she takes to reach that stop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Out from it comes a sad looking Sunset Shimmer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's bruised and tired like you, but is more visibly hurting from sores.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her limp has improved, but you can see a big welt on the side of her cheek...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like a massive punch...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yikes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She crosses the street as her eyes finally catch you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stops, not knowing what to do as you both stare at each other from a distance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally she decides to continue walking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stops and sits at the steps next to you and setting her own backpack down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a moment of silence...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But it is quickly broken with a tight hug and a few tears given from both parties of you and her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hold each other tightly, not wanting to let go.</span><br />&quot;I'm so, so sorry I ruined&#160;?us'.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hug only tightens.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're an idiot if you think we're&#160;?ruined', and especially if you think you're the only one who should apologize.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is a nice hug...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In it, no boundaries are safe as to two of you are pressing right up against each other.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neither of you care.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both just missed the feeling of another at your sides.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The school'll be having rumors about you two for weeks, but who even cares right now?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She giggles as her tears flow down the back of your shirt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...So I guess you figured I got your message from last night?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both begin to pull back from the hug and set aside each other.</span><br />&quot;Yeah...I shouldn't of compared you to the fire that tried to kill me. I was just emotional and...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hand places itself on top of your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't apologize for that Anon. What you said was the most touching thing anyone has ever said to me. You're one of the nicest people I'm lucky to have met.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile.</span><br />&quot;You know I saved a girl from a fire? Does that also make me a nice guy?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She rolls her soggy eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;According to the papers, Spider-Woman had to save you too...some even say you hugged her.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Seriously? Like, for real?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod sheepishly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Gosh that's gotta be like a dream come true, huh? Wow...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, it really was... she called me a cutie, you know. At the cafe and stuff.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset chuckles lightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I read it in the bugle. Crazy you've been in the paper three days in a row all for things involving Spider-Woman,&quot; she says with a mockingly suspicious tone in her voice and sighs, &quot;at this point I wouldn't be surprised if you were her.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Psh.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, I'd totally be her. You know, because I have a body of an amazingly beautiful woman with hips of steel and perfection, right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Heh, yeah, guess you don't have her body...wait, did you just call her beautiful?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You whistle as you recall how fantastic her figure was.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, like, it just seemed perfect, you know? Perfect shape, perfect butt, breasts, and you know what else...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Her hips?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You snap your fingers and give her the finger guns.</span><br />&quot;Ya know it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a blush on Sunset's face now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's undeniably cute, but as much as you like to see her like this, it probably means you're creeping her out.</span><br />&quot;Uh, too much?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Er, no, no, you can keep going...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Keep going?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;If her face wasn't red enough already, it'd have to be by now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, if you want, that is! I was, uh...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gives up trying to explain herself with shrug with an apologetic smile.</span><br />&quot;...You know, yesterday Applejack was talking with me right here. She asked me...things...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Things? Like&#160;?thing' things or just things?&quot;</span><br />&quot;The first one. She caught me checking her out.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset cracks out a laugh, but it sounds a bit fake.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Almost offended.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ooooh boy...I hope for your sake you at least admitted to it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod wearily.</span><br />&quot;I did. Her response was...interesting.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She seems wary now, but holds a false smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How interesting are we talking here?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;...She made me tell her what I looked at.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes are narrowed, but her face still holds the facade.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You find yourself nervous.</span><br />&quot;She said I wasn't bad myself and left,&quot; you murmur.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...huh.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her face is boiling with rage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is she jealous?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wouldn't that mean she likes you though?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But she doesn't like you....</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe she's just jealous because of reasons.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know, like when that one person crushes on you that you hate, but when they move on, you're kinda jealous?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, maybe it's like that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though you're usually not the object of affection...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Are you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The five minute bell rings and you and Sunny startle at it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So loud you could hear the damn thing outside...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both immediately grab your backpacks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yet before you enter the building...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Remember when I offered you to sit with us at the cafe?&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Yeah?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Offer still stands....and you can let go of my hand now.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What? Oh! Uh, sorry...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't be.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She winks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, she heads up the steps and into the school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're smiling so hard that even a man with facial paralysis forced to smile eternally would tell you to take it easy.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fifth period--Advanced Uber AP U.S. History.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This class is tough, but not for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;History was always a strong point, and as long as you do your homework in here, you're set.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is the period before lunch and one of the few classes taught by Principal Celestia.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You like her class and teaching style.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In this class, you primarily go by two books you use as a replacements for history textbooks: &quot;A People's History of the United States&quot; by Howard Zinn and &quot;Lies My Teacher Told Me&quot; by James W. Loewen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Reading them, according to Ms. Celestia, gives you all a more authentic view, and will show you why history textbooks are the worst thing for American youth to read.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At first you thought it was kinda silly of her, but as you find out more and more, the clearer it becomes that textbooks are absolute shit and don't want to teach you true history.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Funny thing; this is the smallest class as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Four students including you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your classmates were Snips, Snails, and Derpy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No more, no less.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This was an advanced class, so it makes sense.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An Advanced Uber AP U.S. History, to be specific.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a name like that, it's bound to scare off most students.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rumor is Twilight already got this credit as a freshmen at Crystal Prep, but you don't know how true that is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It would explain why the smartest girl in the school is not in the toughest history class.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But Snips and Snails.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How they got in here, you don't know.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy, on the other hand, is apparently a genius though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She knows so much details about history that it's like she's seen it herself play before her silly eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's cute too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd definitely date her if your heart wasn't where it's at.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anyways, Celestia places the marker down as the notes she has on the board linger waiting to be erased.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a collected smile, she nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And that is it for today. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You raise your hand as does Derpy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lower yours to be polite.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia chooses her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not like Snips and Snails were gonna provide mind-blowing commentary...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, Muffins?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy gasps excitedly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh! Uh, yeah, why did they....uh, when Russia decided to...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She twiddles her thumbs and blushes with a cute giggle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I actually just kinda raised my hand because Anon did...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia pats Derpy on the shoulder with a knowing smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then goes over to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I guess that leaves you the only one with a question then, correct?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod timidly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You swallow the lump in your throat as she stares at you with her violet eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ms. Celestia has this...presence about her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ms. Luna has it too, but you deal with Ms. Celestia on a daily schedule.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know why too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia's body was great.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A woman in her physical prime with great beauty and a motherly nature to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You never had a mommy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stories are often told through the echoes of the school hallways of the reactions people have when finding about she and Luna's occupation as school principals instead of super-models.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you believe them all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ms. Celestia's physique is very fit and healthy from multiple yoga classes and afternoon jogs after a long day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stands at a tall 6 feet and 7 inches--a mere three inches taller than her equally as stunning sister who got you out of your own locker.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're talking about Ms. Luna, of course.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ms. Luna's body. while by no means less athletic, is not as muscular as her older sister's, but toned nonetheless.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's more slim, but not like the sports captain Rainbow Dash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's got the body of a swimmer, but if she actually does swim in her own time is a mystery to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You like&#160;?em tall...</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Anonymous? Are you ok, honey?&quot; asks a concerned Ms. Celestia.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You snap out of your own thoughts at the sound of her voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whoops...</span><br />&quot;Uh, sorry, been a long few days...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ms. Celestia sympathetically looks at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's alright, Anon. I'm sure it's been a little traumatic. I can only imagine being in that fire...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She baps your head playfully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You brave klutz.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rolls your eyes away from her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now don't you or Sunset ever feel afraid to talk to me at anytime. My doors are always open as are Luna's...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then recalls something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, well not today she isn't. She came home in a raptor costume last night...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A raptor costume?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like the one Dad said he was wearing when he...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh god, you hope your Dad did not just fuck one of your principals.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then it again...he /is/ your Dad.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy smiles in her seat next to you and scoots closer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh! You could talk to me, too! I'm good at talking, you know?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile from the affectionate love you're given.</span><br />&quot;Thanks. I'll keep that in mind...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;They have no idea that you were just thinking about hotties, but their concern for you is genuine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Makes you feel guilty for thinking about Ms. Celestia's big ol' titties while she was right in front of you.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;BRRR~RRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIING</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bell rings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally time for lunch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pick up your things and rise from your desk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Snips and Snails left almost instantly, and Derpy hopped off in hopes of muffins in the cafeteria already.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's just you about to leave the classroom and Ms. Celestia.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You head for the door and--</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous, can you please stay for a minute?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Uh oh.</span><br />&quot;Sure, no problem.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You approach her carefully.</span><br />&quot;It's not something bad, is it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ms. Celestia grins.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do you consider hugs bad?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head a prominent no.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She holds her arms out and smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't do your homework tonight. Catch up some sleep, alright sweetie? Now give me a hug.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You blush.</span><br />&quot;Yes Mom.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You freeze as your blood runs cold.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Oh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh shit, did you just...?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just fucked up, didn't you?</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is the end, isn't it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ms. Celestia stares at you bewildered.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes are a bit wide, but she's not disgusted...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The look of shock turns to that of mild surprise...then she smiles warmly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...You poor thing.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hugs you in what must've been the most pleasant hug felt by you other than Sunset's.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dad never hugged you because he smelled like Mexican food and Big Belly Burgers after work.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's warm, soft, inviting, and feels very natural.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You also felt her wide hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They were god-tier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like Spider-Woman's but with more wisdom behind them if that makes any sense...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dang, you're a creepy motherfucker.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Literally.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk out of the school kitchen and walk out to the cafeteria with a feeling of fuzziness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel so...so...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Mellow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's the word you're looking for.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mellow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think Celestia just decided to become your surrogate mother-figure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This works out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna already got you out of lockers and shit like a mother bird too, so dual mom power for the win.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Life is good and things are coming back together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You enter the lunchroom with your lunch bag.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The table that most men in the school can only dream of sitting at.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The table of the Rainbooms...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Any student that is not you or the Rainbooms continue to talk and chatter among each other, but they keep curiously glancing at you as you make your way to a table for once.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you may know, you always sit on the floor due to being a bit of an outcast...but not today, bitches.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Today you're sitting at a table for once, and this table is the most respected one in the school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The table enters your eyesight and you see them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They are all focused on Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's possibly telling them that you are sitting with them...or something else entirely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Their open-minded nods give you a little bit of confidence in what you're doing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're actually very nervous about doing something different like this.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know, like, it's very unusual for you to be this social.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sure they look open to the idea of a new person sitting there...but what if they don't like you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you'll slip your mouth and offend one of them too!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try hard to suppress these thoughts, but they surface too quickly to be ignored.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girls don't seem to notice you, but you're starting to hear what they say.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once you've approached the table, you stand there awkwardly as they don't even notice you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They merely continue to talk, not giving you time to ask if you may sit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow seems to be talking to Sunset at the moment in her usual type of brash tone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her outfit is interesting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She has a snazzy blue jacket with short sleeves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Clearly it's more for style than warmth, and under it is a white t-shirt with a cloud shooting a lighting bolt out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The lightning bolt is like her hair in the color department, and the picture itself seems to fit her name and personality.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She seems to want to clarify on something...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ok, ok, so hold up a sec, Sunny...you have other friends?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, they're talking about you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity gasps at Rainbow's bluntness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Rainbow Dash! Manners!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset's smile turns to a weak one with a twinge of guilt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Guilt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why is she guilty?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is there something she hasn't told you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Er, no harsh feelings. But look, I honestly thought I've told you guys this before. I know Fluttershy knew,&quot; she says, but her face turns to a sour grimace as she makes eye contact with Applejack,&quot;and I also know someone tried to start a little thing with&#160;?em, too...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The cowgirl rolls her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She still looks damn fine...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still, you should make yourself known before Applejack says something...</span><br />&quot;Uh...may I sit please?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With not even a glance given to you from the entire table, the only answer you receive is on the behalf of Twilight Sparkle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sounds irritated too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;For the last time, Flash, I'm not--&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns around and looks at you angrily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then she realizes you're not who she thought you were.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her face immediately turns scarlet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The table's attention is now directly on you and Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh my gosh, I-I'm sorry! I just thought you were someone else I know who just won't leave me alone and...uh, sorry...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset greets you.</span><br />&quot;Anon, hey!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You eat up the chance to swim out of Twilight's spaghetti.</span><br />&quot;Hey Sunny, can I sit now? Legs are kinda sore from standing...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles happily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course you can! Here, take a seat.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity's eyes nearly pop out of her skull.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As do Pinkie's, Twilight's.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wait...THAT'S your friend, Anon?&quot; questions Rarity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset nods cautiously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, Is that a bad thing?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy squirms in her seat as she cowers behind her mass of pink hair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I didn't think Anon would be a boy...but, uh, it's alright if he is, I mean.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel welcomed already...</span><br />&quot;This was a bad idea, wasn't it? Why don't I just leave?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Remembering herself, Rarity composes her behavior.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why I'm quite sorry, my dear! I just...didn't know Sunset was, er, &quot;seeing&quot; anyone at the moment...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We're not dating!&quot;</span><br />&quot;We're not a dating!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You and her said the same thing at the same time, didn't you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and Sunset glance at each other with embarrassed smiles flashing at each other.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;N-no hetero...</span><br />&quot;...So may I sit?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I dunno! Can you? I once sat in my bakery for over 36 hours! Crazy, huh?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slowly take a seat as Pinkie Pie smiles widely.</span><br />&quot;Uh, didn't you get bored?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Bored!? Pfffft! Who has time to be&#160;?bored' when you're with a bucket of turnips, a pile of rocks, a piece of lint and a sack of flour as your company!?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lean next to Rainbow Dash--who sits on your right--to ask if Pinkie's legit insane.</span><br />&quot;Is she--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash answers for you way too quickly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We don't know.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Okaaaay.....</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You observe the table of girls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack smirks at you as you lean back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel shivers from it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't know if that's good or bad...but it sure means something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So partner, why don'tcha tell us about yourself? Ya got much hobbies?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh yes,&quot; goes Rarity, &quot;you do look like a man with taste seeing as how nicely your clothes fit your personality.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug as all ears are on you.</span><br />&quot;Well, I'm a bit of a movie lover--especially monster movies. Gotta love monster movies.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow nods in approval.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I dig that. What's one of your favorites?&quot;</span><br />&quot;The Velvet Vampire...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash smiles smugly at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I /really/ dig that one...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The other girls have no idea what you two are talking about.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hee hee...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight twirls her hair in her fingers.</span><br />&quot;Anything else you like? Science perhaps?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She talks to you, has her body directed at you...but she's not looking at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Too shy you guess.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've heard that she once sang in this cafeteria and became Fall Formal Princess...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You never thought this timid girl would be that outgoing...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe she's just intimidated by you?</span><br />&quot;Well, uh, yeah, a little. I'm more interested in reading and writing though. It's just a matter on how something's written. Like did you know that homo neanderthalensis was probably more like a gorilla in appearance than man? Hair and all?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's eyes begin to sparkle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;(I did not even plan that pun)</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...You've read&#160;?Them and Us'?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, have you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods eagerly.</span><br />&quot;Er, yes! I think it's a very interesting read. Unfortunately I believe the writer is too confident in his own facts at certain points though, and he may need to evaluate the extremity of what he's discussing...and you said you write?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, for The Daily Bugle. Recently got a job there as a photographer and a writer.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity interrupts you and Twilight's chit chat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wait, wait, wait! You work for the Bugle? As a photographer? And you're named Anon!?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Uh, yes?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She squeals excitedly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh my goodness! Are you Anonymous Incognito: Famed&#160;?revealer' of the Spider-Woman?! You are, aren't you? I just know it!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Calm yo tits, girl...</span><br />&quot;...Do I have a fan?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ha! More like a commission!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity shoots the farmer a look.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Only if he's willing to accept my offer! I'd be more than willing to pay as well!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait, money?</span><br />&quot;...Ok, Why don't I give you my number so we can talk. Or, you know, we can meet somewhere....&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She beams a smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That'd be FABULOUS! Here's my card, dear.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She has a card?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Weird...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She passes it over to you from the other side of the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pick it up and read it.</span><br />&quot;...Carousel boutique? You make clothes?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She winks at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Where do you think the fine clothes I'm wearing come from, Darling?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...They were nice clothes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Forget about her clothes, you saw Spider-Woman!?&quot; Asks a hyped Dash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod.</span><br />&quot;I got the first clear pictures of her. Next day she saved my life from Doc-Ock, then the next after that she saved me from a fire which I tried to save a girl.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And he hugged her,&quot; adds Sunset.</span><br />&quot;Yeah. And I hugged her.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash's jaw drops as a foolish smile forms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That. Is. AWESOME!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug while letting out an exasperated breath.</span><br />&quot;More like exhausting, but yeah, a little awesome.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Or exha-wesome! Get it? Cause it sounds like awesome but it's also exhausting!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You laugh a little at Pinkie's contribution.</span><br />&quot;Heh, that works too.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The table's warming up to you...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This isn't so bad after all...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girls just want to know a bit about you, and you're very welcomed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack starts to ask a bit of a personal question.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So Anon...ya got a girlfriend? Wouldn't want her to see you sittin' a table of girls.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're embarrassed to answer, but you think it best they know.</span><br />&quot;Well--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;--No, he's single,&quot; Sunset says abruptly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Stares everywhere.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset laughs nervously before sinking into her seat.</span><br />&quot;Uh, yeah. What she said.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ya should've let Anon speak for&#160;?himself,&quot; Applejack says folding her arms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset does not look happy with her friend.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...My bad.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Better keep talking before anything regrettable happens...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well I'm single, been single, and that's my love-life in an entire nutshell. Moving on?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity still remains on the topic of your relationship status.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're single? Why that's certainly a shock. You seem nice enough and you're definitely clear in areas of attractiveness...&quot; she says with a studying look in your eye.</span><br />&quot;...You think I'm attractive?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I sure do...&quot; mutters Applejack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That...doesn't make you feel any better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity continues.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why of course you're handsome, Anon! In fact, I believe you could be a model if you so desired!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Y-you too...</span><br />&quot;Wow, uh, really?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles warmly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Really. I could even hook you up if you'd like! What do you think Rainbow?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow Dash eyes you skeptically before she nods her head in approval.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, I'd do ya.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart begins beating as you start to feel a bit nervous.</span><br />&quot;This...this is good to know...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her cheeks are blazing and she looks like she's restraining herself from speaking.</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;You holding up alright Sunny?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She seems to calm at your words a little bit...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, yeah I'm fine...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hope she is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy raises her hand meekly to grab your attention.</span><br />&quot;...You don't have to raise your hand, you know. It's not a classroom.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh. Sorry....But, uh, do you like animals?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'm no expert, but I do love to photograph them. I have this picture of a spider on a flower pedal that's really zoomed in...you can even see it's cute little face.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy smiles at the sound of that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Can you show me sometime?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod.</span><br />&quot;I can text it to you if you give me your number.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'd like that...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, and don't forget to contact me about my commission,&quot; reminds Rarity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle.</span><br />&quot;At this point I should I just give my number to all of you, shouldn't I?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A&#160;?yes' jumps from the lips of everyone at the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Except for Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's twitching for some reason.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're more than happy to oblige these fine female specimen.</span><br />&quot;Ok, write 'em down on a napkin or something. I'll text you all later?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight readjusts her glasses as she tries to sound staid and professional.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-I would not be opposed to that notion, Anonymous.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You find the shyness of her voice to be a bit cute.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've only heard about her, but never really had a good look at her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Seeing it now makes a difference on what you originally imagined her as, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hair is done up rather cutely, and her glasses are just the teeniest size too big.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wears an old uniform that seems preppy...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Crystal Prep High...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You heard stories about them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Something they did with this school in a competition or some shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'll ask about it later.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After you've exchanged numbers with the girls, the school bell rings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a wave goodbye, you realize you've not even eaten lunch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...At least you have two study halls and then the day's over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'll eat in one of those.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The day's over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel like God.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not only did you just get the school's most respected group of girls to befriend you--you got their numbers and called handsome.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've not felt this confident since that once time Dad let you slap a filthy ho in New Orleans.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ok, it wasn't actually a filthy ho, it was your &quot;uncle&quot; named Weasel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's hard to differentiate the two, though!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Honest!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anyways, you step out of the school's two front doors and wait on the steps for Sunset.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She seemed weird when you started talking to the girls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You first thought it was jealousy, but she's made it clear that she's got no romantic intentions with you--despite her knowledge of your feelings regarding her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're happy with the friend-zone, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you can't be her true lover, then you'll be the best friend forever.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wait for only five minutes before she too joins you on the steps.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles a false smile and sits next to you.</span><br />&quot;...You ok?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yep! Totally! Why, do I look odd? Do I seem not okay?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hell...?</span><br />&quot;No, you look good. You always do. I'm just asking cause you seemed a little, uh, anxious?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs and leans on your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Closely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Very, very closely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, it's nothing. Just weird seeing you interact with my friends...and my friends so obviously hitting on you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ok.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That kinda makes sense.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;Wait, what?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Applejack is being a creep over you, Rarity thinks you're an amazing gentlemanly writer/photographer for a well-respected newspaper who wants to impress you with her gallery, and this world's Twilight is just now finding out what the emotion of loves is. They're in to you more than an Irish man is in a pub.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...This world's Twilight?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fuck?</span><br />&quot;...Or you're over-reacting? I literally just met them today.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset's about to rebuke your statement...but doesn't.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She just face-palms in self-frustration.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm sorry, Anon. Just a little jealous&#160;?cause I don't have my best friend all to myself anymore,&quot; she says with a smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hugs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Very, very tightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You push aside your confusion and focus on reassuring her.</span><br />&quot;You're ok, family...Remember to text me if you need to.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Speaking of texting...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at your phone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, you need to go to the Bugle today, and you should be leaving now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You got to submit some of your photos of the fire for J.J. and stuff.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Not to mention your &quot;appointment&quot; at Larson Theater.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rise from sitting on the steps and stretch your arms out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You going?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod.</span><br />&quot;To The Daily Bugle. J.J.'s gonna be thrilled when he realizes that the kid in the fire yesterday was his own photographer and amaetuer writer. He'll want to see some pictures too.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs as you leave.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That all?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug.</span><br />&quot;I have a bit of an&#160;?interview' at <span class="nu0">8</span>:00 p.m. tonight.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She quirks her brow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;An interview? With who?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A smirk grows on your face.</span><br />&quot;Sorry. Confidential.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You head to your old volkswagen camper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Today's been a good day.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Later...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The hell you in here for!? Ya got more pictures?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod at your boss in his office.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;J.Jonah Jameson, ladies and gentlemen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Chief editor and publisher of The Daily Bugle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And boy does he wear that title proud.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've only been employed for a few days, but this is your second day being able to come in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can say you've been in the papers more than you write for them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you got a new angle on it for J. J.</span><br />&quot;Uh, the fire yesterday? You know the person who got in there and saved the kid?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes I know what happened! I published it literally hours ago, kid! I know every detail about what happened!&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Did you know I was the one who saved the girl in the fire?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He puffs his cigar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We serve news, not bullshit.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...I was interviewed by our paper and everything. I even have pictures of the fire before Spider-Woman went and--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Spider-Woman!? Give me that bullshit, Brandon!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh as you place your photos on his desk.</span><br />&quot;It's Anon, sir.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He sorts through the pictures before laying them all out on his desk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Good...Good...Good...Not good...and good.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He nods and looks up at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now lemme ask ya something, Anon...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes, Mr. Jameson?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Why the damn hell would I post old news&#160;?cause some kid with a camera says he was in it!?&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Because Spider-Woman's in it too?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He snaps his fingers and points at you with his cigar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Bingo! Now how'd this fire start, Anon?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No one knows yet, sir.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;BZZT! WRONG!&quot; He says as he slams his cigar into his ashtray, &quot;It's because of that menace calling herself Spider-Woman!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're taken aback.</span><br />&quot;You think she started the fire!?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I KNOW she's a menace!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Mr. Jameson, she saved my life!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He gasps.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;HOW DIABOLICAL!!!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh for fuck's sake...</span><br />&quot;Look, she saved me saving a kid from a fire, saved me when I was attacked from Doc-Ock, and--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And what, Anon? Ya don't know anything about her other than she's got powers, a fancy costume, and the greatest damn hips I've ever seen! And I've seen a lotta hips, too!!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well you at least agree with the last thing he said.</span><br />&quot;But she didn't start a fire! Why would she do that if she ended up saving people from it instead?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;J.J. waves his used cigar upwards as if he were pointing to God himself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;To look good! It's obvious! If people think she's a hero, then she can get away with her dastardly crimes!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stare at the man with disbelief.</span><br />&quot;...Do you trust anyone?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He lights a new cigar and shrugs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I trust my barber...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What the hell is this man?</span><br />&quot;Look, do you want these pictures or not?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Where're the ones with Spider-Woman?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You groan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's played this game too many times.</span><br />&quot;Here you go.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You set down your personal folder and show what little you could capture from the fire that evening.</span><br />&quot;You can have them on the term I that I refuse to write negatively about her.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He laughs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Perfect! That way you're the one who'll be gettin' paid less!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh shit, you didn't think that through...</span><br />&quot;But...fine. How much you want them?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll give ya two hundred dollars for them all.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br />&quot;Yes sir...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucking J. Jonah Jameson...</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;An hour went by after you left the Bugle in a pissed attitude.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A walk in the park downtown helped cool your nerves a little, but still doesn't make you less infuriated.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As of now, you've parked at a new restaurant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All you do is sit in, order, eat, then leave.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have a good hour before your little&#160;?appointment' with Spider-Woman, so why not eat first?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit down at a booth all alone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This restaurant was called &quot;El Taco&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, you know it's a stupid title, but this town has a knack for stupid titles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everything is either a pun on horses, a bland title that blends into the background, or the occasional place that actually has a real name.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This one is the second of those three.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh well, you just hope their food isn't as bland tasting as the name.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could really use some grub to get your mind off of J. Jonah's words.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Menace...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Menace my ass.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You knew people called her a criminal, but actually stating she's starting fires and plotting schemes!?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's a totally different thing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A thing that Spider-Woman would not do, mind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You groan just as the waitress comes up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hello! Welcome to El Taco! Can I get you a taco to eat?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Don't waiters usually ask the customer what they'd like to drink first?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh? For realzies? Uh, whoops. Then, like, can I get you a drink, sir?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;?For Realzies'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Where have you heard that term before?</span><br />&quot;Oh well. Give me any taco. Preferably your cheapest.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was over twenty dollars.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;An hour has passed and the time has come.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tacos were great despite the stupid price, and the waitress had some nice looking boobies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Larson Theater.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk down from the &quot;El Taco&quot; in the empty street in this almost downtown part of the city.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The theater is very old with many stories to tell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rumor has it that it was the theater that Bruce Wayne's parents and him walked out of into Crime Alley.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Others say it's say it's just myth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But people thought Spider-Woman was a myth, and look where that got ya, huh?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now since this area is parallel to Crime Alley, you always gotta be safe here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Always.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's why you brought nothing...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man you're an idiot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anyways, you arrive at the theater and stand outside its doors.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Were you suppose to wait outside, go around the back, or climb the fire escape to the roof or something?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thunder and lightning shake the skies causing the night to pour rain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ugh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you do have to go around the back...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's kind of dangerous though, because the back side of the theater is where the road that belongs to Crime Alley rests...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You ponder what to do...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Meh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'll use the back entrance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk around the side of the building and see it's alleyway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Smells funky.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yuck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Marc the Hobo would know what to do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You groan as you rest your back on the brick alley of the theater.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tip. Tap. Tip. Tap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sounds of boots in the alley echo slightly, and give you a chill.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Two more pairs of boots join it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look and face the direction of the sound cautiously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Three figures in hoods are menacingly walking towards you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The middle one is in a lavender hood and seems to be leading the other two as she struts seductively.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's a bit thin, but has some cute hips on her that she can certainly move.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The one to her left seems more physically stronger and wears a green hoodie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;More muscle on her legs, a big butt and buff arms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The last one (to the right of the middle girl) is a line between the other girls with a dark pink hoodie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She is definitely the shortest, probably five foot eight while the other two were along the lines of five foot seven through nine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her body was more...soft?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't know how to put it, but it looks quite nice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing too muscular, but certainly not thin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now they're pretty short compared to you--you're only a Junior, and you're six feet tall already--but size and strength are gonna help you when someone's wield a gun.</span><br />&quot;Uh, hello? Can I help you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;They chuckle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I dunno, but you seem to need some help. You in the wrong part of town or something'?&quot; asks the musculature, green hooded girl forebodingly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't see there face in the dark of night, just their hoods.</span><br />&quot;Wrong part of town? Don't think so. This /is/ Larson Theater, correct?&quot; You ask while trying to seem collected.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;They don't seem like a physical threat, but you remember when Dad once told you a story about that midget he fought that had a gun all along and shot him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Basically, crooks gotta have something to motivate you other than their brute strength.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The leader (or the one with the hips in the center and a lavender hood) let's out a pur.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oooh. Guess you're looking for trouble then, hm?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice is deep and sensual.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It sounds like pure velvet and as rich as a saxophone, but lighter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wonder if she can sing, because if she could, you'd bet she could make a lotta cash without resorting to this...</span><br />&quot;Look, whatever you guys want, I don't have it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The short one in the dark pink hood scoffs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Psh, liaaaaaar!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice reminds you of someone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't know who, but it's way too familiar.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The muscular one cracks her knuckles as she rolls up her emerald sleeves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her skin is purple you think.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...And we want that money!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The short one draws a knife.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And don't thinking about calling for help either!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You doubt calling for help would even save you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The rain is pouring like mad, and you're starting to envy the muggers for their warm looking hoodies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Exactly,&quot; says the leader again, &quot;we know who you are, Anonymous. We know you made money from revealing the pictures of Spider-Woman.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh shit...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They each draw a blade as the circle around you as you're trapped by the alley wall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unless you want to be made into shreds, you're going to have to give the girls what they want.</span><br />&quot;Ok, I give you my cash! I spent a little on food, but there's still a lot left!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The leader cracks a smirk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You seem excited. Why don't you calm down.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait, what?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look down at your crotch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your dick's not showing, is it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look back up at the hood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wrong kind of excited.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her smile widens.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not what I meant, but I appreciate the nice thoughts.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The short one looks at her green hooded partner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What is she talking about?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The green hood face-palms with a groan.</span><br />&quot;Look, l-l-let me just get my wallet out,&quot; you say, shivering from the pouring rain and night air.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach your hand to your back pocket to retrieve it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God it's so cold...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The leader snaps your hand away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I've got it covered,&quot; she says with a playful tone that only makes you more worried.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And worried you should be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her body closes up to your own as she presses herself straight up against you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's really warm...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your chills are replaced by her body heat, and instinctively you find yourself pressing against her more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You divert your eyes from her as your face turns a shade redder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She eats this up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...You're enjoying this, aren't you?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her smug grin angers you...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like a snake, she slithers her hand from your lower back to your tailbone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And from your tailbone, she begins glide her hand over your ass.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She feels over your butt cheek admiring how tone it is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're whole body goes rigid at this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hand begins to massage it as your completely silent with narrowed eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles pleasingly as she pinches it abruptly.</span><br />&quot;Yow!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, my bad. I thought that was your wallet, sweetheart.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Please don't call me that...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh the things my sisters and I would do to you...you'd let us call you anything we'd want.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She slowly slides her hand into your back pocket and feels around...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally she grabs the wallet, and reaches out for her comadres to hold.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She drops it into the the dark pink hood's hands as she continues to hang on to you.</span><br />&quot;You can get off me now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aw, but why would I want to do that?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Placing her hand over your butt once more, you feel her other one on the inside of your thigh rising slowly...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shouldn't want this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you're cold, you're heart's racing...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And she's warm...and those hips...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She leans her head in the crook of your neck and starts cooing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's enjoying this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As her hand rises up your inner thigh, you stand stiff and frozen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your breaths are quick and the chills are no longer solely from the cold rain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hands are cold, but you dare not lay a finger on this hooded girl's form.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That'd be giving her what she wants.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hand finally travels it journey from thigh to groin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sheer situation has you already semi-hard despite your wishes to not be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once she feels your length and long member under the fabric of your pants, she let's out a soft, throaty chuckle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, well, well! And here you said you weren't enjoying yourself.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Let me go please.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The dark pink hooded girl huffs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Booooss! At least, like, share him and stuff!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh don't worry Sonata...I think we just got ourselves a new pet...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Where've you heard that name before...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Guess it doesn't matter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You close your eyes as you let them use your body in shame.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This'll be the second time you're going to be made into a sex slave, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fact there is a second time's fucked up enough, but this one might actually be fulfilled by your attackers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The leader waves her two &quot;sisters&quot; over to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;C'mon, girls. Tonight we're getting lucky.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two other hooded figures eagerly approach you as you feel your pants about to be tugged off of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then...a voice you've been waiting to hear since last night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry girls, but the guy's with me!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The red and blue figure leaps down from the top of the building. Behind the three girls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Guess you were suppose to go to the roof after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hooded girls panic and draw their blades out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The green hood runs at Spider-Woman with her knife aimed straight at the hero's stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unfortunately for the hood, her knife-wielding arm is stopped before it can stab anything as Spidey grabs her wrist and kicks the girl in the stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She falls in a puddle of rainwater on the ground.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The short one--the one called Sonata--runs up to Spidey as the leader tries to grab her from behind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This results in your hero being held in a full nelson by the girl who had just touched your junk, and the short hooded girl about to stab her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're about to tackle the short girl until Spidey uses her powerful legs...those sweet, sweet legs...to grab her by the waste and swing her to the the brick wall of the alley.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the leader struggles to keep her hold on the costumed hero's arms, you decide to help out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab the leader's head and cover her nostrils and mouth with one arm, then where her eyes are with the other.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab the leader's head and cover her nostrils and mouth with one arm, then where her eyes are with the other.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The result is a blinded girl whose airways are blocked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She let's go as she tries to scream, but only wastes more air, doing so.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Inevitably she lets go of Spider-Woman, and you let go of the hood's head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She faints for the lack of oxygen.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her two sisters are quick to get up and carry her away in the darkness of the rainy night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch as they flee into the rainy night.</span><br />&quot;Thanks for saving me. Again...This is, what, the second time I've been almost made into a sex slave?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look back at Spider-Woman and...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...and she's not here anymore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least you saw her again...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're about to lean back against the wall but...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't lean on me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Whoa, shit!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You jump and turn around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...She's hanging.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Upside down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From spider web...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...that's pretty fuckin' cool.</span><br />&quot;You know, it's shocking that this is the third time you've saved my life. I'm starting to think you're more&#160;?super-stalker' than a super-hero.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're not hurt, are you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug.</span><br />&quot;My wallet's gone but I'll live.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spidey sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I should've told you to meet me on the roof of the building by the fire escape...&quot;</span><br />&quot;That's the problem about being cryptic on where t meet people. Never enough information.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Was she...doing things to you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You clear your throat awkwardly.</span><br />&quot;Almost....Uh, thanks, Spidey.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She awkwardly laughs as she removes her rain-soaked, upside down hair out of her masked face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's no problem, kid...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's just an awkward silence now between the two of you...</span><br />&quot;...So why'd you invite me here?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I...I kinda wanted to talk you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Talk to me? About what?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;About...things. Look, I'm not good at this, but I need to know something about you...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You raise your brow inquisitively.</span><br />&quot;Really?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spider-Woman sighs.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, more like the other way around. I know you're photographing me. Everyone does. But that's making you a target, Anon. People just like the ones I fought off tonight are talking about you. They think we're partners.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle.</span><br />&quot;Well, we have been with each other a bit recently. I wouldn't be opposed to a partnership between us. I take pics of you with permission, you make sure I don't die, and we could split the cash.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She grins under her mask.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You already have my permission. If you were taking pictures of me and I didn't want that, you'd know by now.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Really? Even when the papers are going to label you a menace?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She proceeds to wrap a hand around her chin in a pondering like pose...but upside-down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There's one thing I want to know though, kid,&quot; she says in a more curious tone.</span><br />&quot;Yeah?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why're you really taking pictures of me? The way you photograph me always has a certain focus on my, you know, lady stuff.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle a bit nervously.</span><br />&quot;Eeeeh it's kinda personal....&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Personal? Maybe I wanna get personal. Don't be shy with me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart beats like it never has before.</span><br />&quot;Well...I kinda have a crush on you....and you're hot. Super hot.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's silent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're worried you might have deterred her off for good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But then she giggles a bit cheekily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I've been there before. Don't worry about it...Truth be told, you're not so bad yourself.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Another awkward silence.</span><br />&quot;Can I try something?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tilts her head in confusion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ok? What?&quot;</span><br />&quot;It's, uh...A little weird, but you'll see.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start to pull on her mask as she hangs upside down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If you try taking my mask off, I'll bite your nose.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'm not trying to unmask you...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start to peel the bottom of her mask over her nose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only her mouth is revealed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you stop peeling it there, her mouth cracks into an upside-down grin.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh,&quot; she says with a smile, &quot;Oh man, if you're doing what I think you're doing, then I am VERY ok with this...&quot;</span><br />&quot;...You sure?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Very,&quot; she purrs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart skips a beat as you heads lean closer, and your stomach fills with butterflies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It doesn't take long for her delightful lips to come into contact with your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the skin touches, your mind goes numb as you let feeling and sensation guide you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She rubs your hair, playing with it gently and you cup her upside-down cheek.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both enter a nebulous haze as you both hold each other like this, letting your lips touch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her lips are soft.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There wasn't anything sexual about the kiss--just romance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're both fine with this, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It feels fulfilling, and you can feel her chest rising from her breaths becoming short like your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is not just a kiss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is something special that you can't figure out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;About a minute later,her tongue prods against your mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's want to go a bit further...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You accept as your mouth becomes open for her to explore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She allows her own to be ventured by you in return.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's upside down, sure, but hey, you always wanted your first kiss to be a bit different from most others...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And this is mind blowing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her tongue brushes against her's every so often, and eventually the practice is enjoyed by both parties.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They tangle as toss over each other as they enter the other's domain welcomingly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her breaths enter into your mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're glad you don't have Taco-breath anymore...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still, the breaths you both take make you both dizzy from inhaling the other's exhaled air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You part from each other to regain some clean oxygen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you do, fog exits your mouths as blows with the cold night air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stare at each other and pant heavily.</span><br />&quot;...Wow.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-you too...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can see the blush on her cheeks as you stare into the eyes of her mask.</span><br />&quot;Best first kiss ever.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Same...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pause at each other's statement.</span><br />&quot;That was your first kiss?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That was your first kiss?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both smile and continue to suck face.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;10 minutes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;10 minutes of PLAAAYTIIIIIIIIME!!!!!!!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For 10 minutes, you just had your first makeout session.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's been 20 minutes since that 10 minute session, but you'll never forget those 10 minutes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Saying minutes is fun.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Minutes, minutes, minutes...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Yeah, you're still a little out of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's even hard for you to drive you're so shaken.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've dreamt of that period of time since mere rumors of her were around in the papers...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you just kissed her like characters in a Chinese cartoon...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Damn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It feels like you're drugged.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was just so...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Magical.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's the word.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was living your biggest fantasy, and it delivered on all levels.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull into your driveway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dad's car is here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's probably asleep though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's been a long, long day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You enter the front door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's sleeping.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On the couch he lays as the TV remains on an episode of &quot;The Golden Girls&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'll never understand Dad's obsession with Bea Arthur...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn the TV off.</span><br />&quot;Good night, Dad.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're answered with a snore and the fart of a sleeping man.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In your room, you check your phone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lots of messages from your new friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait a minute...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have new friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit on your bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kissed Spider-Girl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia wants to be your surrogate mother.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What a good day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite the near rape and the argument with your boss J. Jonah, the rest of everything else just makes you beam.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're gonna call Sunny.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're in a good mood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Such a good mood...</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;H-hey Anon...How're ya doing?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pants on the phone and her voice sounds a bit higher than usual.</span><br />&quot;...Sunny, you ok?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hah...Y-yeah, I'm amazing right now...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She suppresses a moan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fuck is she doing?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-Is there something you needed to talk about? I'm just a little....ooh...bussyyy....&quot;</span><br />&quot;Uh, nothing much. If you're jogging or something I can call back later.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Jogging! Yeah, just on the treadmill!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not even gonna ask.</span><br />&quot;...Yeah, I don't wanna disturb you if you're running. I'll just tell you tomorrow?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah!&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Are you okay?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mhhmmm....Just slipped a bit. Heh heh...Bye Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hangs up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What the sweet hell was that?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd think she were masturbating if you didn't know better...but Sunset wouldn't do that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How about you try texting one of your new friends?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open your phone and see Rarity's text to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity:[ Yoohoo~! Hi anon, i just got back from school and had a tiny bit of a question to ask you...remember how i wanted a comission? Id like to talk to your more about it l8ter. Btw it was excellent to finaly make your aquaintnce! ]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Interesting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You text back.</span><br />[ Ok! I'd love to do some work for you! Talk to me about the job and we'll discuss prices (I promise I won't go crazy with them) and I'll see what we can do! ]<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Send.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Actually, you have one more thing to add.</span><br />[ ...Oh, and about that remark you said? The one where you said I looked like a model? How serious were you about that? ]<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're about to turn it off until you see the familiar thought bubble with a &quot;...&quot; to indicate she's already typing back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity:[ We'll talk tomorrow&#160;;3 ]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;O-ok...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you should see what Twilight texted you...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight: [Sorry, but I'm not very good at texting with others. Never had much people to talk to until very recently...]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, you know the feeling...</span><br />&#160;<br />[It's no problem. I'm in the same boat over here if anything. So what do you do? I heard you're very smart, but do you have any areas of interest?]<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're about to press send, but stop yourself as you yawn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Maybe starting a conversation is not the best thing to do right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's kinda late and it's been a wacky Thursday...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, you'll just send this to her tomorrow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For now, you gotta get some sleep, lad.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yo, Anon. Get up.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grumble as you roll away from whatever Dad is pointing you with.</span><br />&quot;Five more minutes...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Sunset's here.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shoot out of bed like a rocket.</span><br />&quot;Shit! She is!? What's going on? Is she ok?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dad laughs casually.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't you worry, boy! Your numero uno dad's got ya covered!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He smiles proudly of himself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I said you're in the shower and that you'll be just a minute. Better get a move on.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You run out of your room and head straight for the bathroom.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shower?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Check.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shaving?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Check.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everything else?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Check.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You run out of your room in the nicest clothes you had around and speed downstairs.</span><br />&quot;Hello? Sunset?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dad stands at the bottom of the stairs with a shit-eating grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You were just running late so I made you get up quickly. Better pack your things now.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;So she's not--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nope. You should thank me, you know. You forgot to set your alarm clock, and I'm so benevolent that I got you up.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;I want you to bleed.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dad chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Many do, son...many do...&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You trudge out of the house with an unamused frown of your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least he woke you up on time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What day is it again?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You check your phone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Friday.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you got more messages.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's nice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You love Fridays.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gotta get down on Friday.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You should really get a paint job on it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I mean, having no friends before was a valid excuse for having an old rust bucket of a vehicle, but now you're hanging out with the popular kids.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, a paint job is in order now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Maybe you could one up Flash while you're at it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Who knows?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But that's beside the point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now ya gotta go to school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You enter your camper and...</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Later...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You arrive at the parking lot like always.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset is already there by the steps, checking her phone nervously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You exit your car and she eagerly waves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's very, very cute today.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't know why, but she seems...excited?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a seat and smile brightly as she brightens up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey Anon! How are you? I was getting worried you'd be late!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's more cheery than usual, and she fiddles with her hair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her pupils are very dilated and her attention is 100% on you.</span><br />&quot;Oh, really? Well I almost was. My car was acting odd and I woke up late.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods over-enthusiastically as she scooches to you far too quickly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, really? Well, uh, how'd your interview go?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Switching topics already?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Weird.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh tiredly.</span><br />&quot;Well, first off, it wasn't an ordinary interview...I was meeting Spidey again.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes widen at this notion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wow...tell me more!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's practically right up against you...</span><br />&quot;Well, uh, I almost got raped...again...then Spidey came...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Here comes the blushing...</span><br />&quot;And, w-we kissed.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's silent.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stares at you with full investment, waiting for you to say more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...and? Was it good? Was she a good kisser?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel really comfortable talking to her about this...but a little uncomfortable too.</span><br />&quot;To be honest, I saw stars.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She squeals happily, and pulls you into a hug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wat.</span><br />&quot;Whoa! What're you doing?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stops awkwardly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her cheeks go a deep red as she diverts her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh! Uh, nothing! Just happy for you!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ok...</span><br />&quot;Well, thanks...y-you can let go off my hand now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks at her hand atop of yours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Eep! Sorry...&quot;</span><br />&quot;No problem, friendo...So hey, uh, do you think I could become a model?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset wipes some sweat off her brow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I, uh, would have to see a bit more of you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Wat?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-I mean, you know, like, depending on what model you are, of course!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pause.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's acting oddly with you, and you're not sure why.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...I'm sorry, I'm just a little bit perky this morning.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I noticed...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bell of the school chimes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, uh, see ya at lunch?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod uncertainly.</span><br />&quot;Yeah. Sure.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why was she acting so weird?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Was she coming on to you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You drive the thought out of your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says that you and her can't be together, and that she doesn't like you...but she's confusing the hell outta ya.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You should just leave it be...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Besides, you're kinda sorta in a relationship with Spider-Woman.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You should go to class.</span></div></div>




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