Spider of My Dreams

Chapter 8

"Well don't you look comfortable," a voice said.

I jumped and nearly went tumbling to the ground before I caught myself.

"Sorry," my visitor said. "I didn't mean to scare you."

I looked up at Spiderman, a smile creeping onto my face. "What are you doing here?"

He shrugged. "I didn't have anything better to do. It's a quiet night and I haven't seen you in a while. Wanted to make sure you were alive."

"You missed me?" I grinned with a laugh.

He rolled his eyes (or at least, I assumed he did. It was hard to tell sometimes with the mask on). "I wouldn't go that far." But I could tell he was smiling.

"Alright. Anyway, my best friend and I were talking, and he seems to think it's a possibility that you might go to our school."

"And what makes him think that?"

"Well, you're obviously a science nerd to have made that web stuff, and your voice is high enough that you probably are still in high school."

"I see. Do you agree with your friend?"

"I think it's a definite possibility. What do you think?"

He shrugged. "You aren't getting anything out of me. But all we ever do is talk about who I am. What about you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Let me ask you some questions."

"Okay..." I hesitated. "What do you wanna know?"

"For starters, why are you sitting on your roof?"

"No one thinks to look for me here. I'm left alone."

"Do you like being alone?"

"Sometimes. Mostly I just like being away from my family."

"What's wrong with your family?"

"My twin brother, Eugene, is a huge prick. He got the entire school to call him Flash because he's fast and good at football." I rolled my eyes. "He gets it from our dad. He's not the most loving guy. Neither is my mom."

"That's too bad."

I shrugged.

"Alright. What's... your favourite colour?"

"Seriously?"

"I'm just trying to get to know the girl that seems so obsessed with me."

"I am not obsessed with you."

"Then why do you wanna know my secret identity so bad?"

"I have my reasons."

"If you're not gonna tell me that, the least you can do is answer a few of my questions. You know, so that we're even?"

"Fine," I chuckled. "My favourite colour is y/f/c. What's yours?"

"Red," he said, with what looked to be a grin.

"Of course," I laughed. "I shouldn't have even asked."

"What's your middle name?"

"Y/m/n (or just "don't have one," if you don't). What's yours?"

He thought about it for a moment. "I'll give you the first letter."

My eyes lit up. "Really?"

"What's the first letter of my middle name gonna tell you? I mean, really."