Don’t look at me like that I say as my boyfriend of two years crawls through my window with a smile that shows he is sorry for getting hurt he has cuts all over his face and he is holding his ribs he is out of his suit in grey sweatpants and a hoodie. He sits down whimpering hey you I’m sorry I missed our date he says I respond with ur lucky u are spiderman I grin and get the first aid kit.