"I'm guessing sorry isn't going to cut it, wonder-boy, am I right?"
The superman before me (the one that has his eyes on little miss cheerleader) is number twenty-nine on the never ending list, the list of people I have to say I'm sorry to and 'mean it' or so Bennet tells me so.
(the one and only that will turn me into the hero I'm trying to be, turning me into a adult version of his Claire-bear)
But each apology came with there own struggles (like getting attacked by Adam's lips) and it was clear that this one was going to harder then I expected, which I knew when those childish eyes glared into me.
(I'm sure he was feeling the shock that brought him down so long ago, the first one is always hurts the most)
"Hey, don't look at me like that, superman, you know I could always take your forgiveness from you. Would you like to see that?"
His eyes grew wide as the source of his pain (the one he had forgotten until now) was glowing blue right before his face, and it was clear that what I wanted, as always, was going to happen.
This was easier then when I had to ask Adam for his, slimy scum filled, forgiveness and of course the first words out of his mouth were 'kiss me, love, and it's all yours.'
(and of course that kiss had a shocking after taste, but this time it was a lot worse then Peter's had ever been, making him all nice and black)
"Fine I forgive you, I really do. Now please leave me alone."
"That's a good little boy, and for that you get a nice prize."
Before I went on to number thirty, one that shall never and I mean never be named, I decided I needed more fun (less of this touchy feely crap) and planted a kiss on his lips as thanks for the forgiveness I knew I didn't deserve.
(but this is what all the boys on my list got, even Bennet didn't protest that)
"Bye, superman, enjoy the limited freedom from this messed up world of ours. But I hope to see you very soon, West."