"Did you see the neighbor's daughter? Because she's new and-"

"Yes," Peter said. "I met her, Jamie Gordon. I'm gonna head up stairs to crash."

"Alright,"

Before Pete got inside his room he heard Aunt May said, "She's just as pretty as Mary Jane was. Maybe Jamie will heal him."

Mary Jane was falling. The kids were falling. He had to act fast. Spider-Man/Peter leaped from the bridge and went after Mary Jane first. He caught her with his web, then he grabbed the broken cable line, saving the kids.

"Mary Jane?" He said.

She didn't responded. She was limp. He checked her pulse. Nothing.

"No,"

The Green Goblin was laughing. "The hero has chose the children,"

JAMIE

I need a day in pajamas, eating ice cream from the carton, painting my nails, and watching TV. I guess today was the day, saving me the extra work of faking sick. My room was painted in a maroon color with a large black line going all around the room. My bed had only one pillow and a sheet. I only had one window in which I can only view someone's room next door.

My cell phone buzzed. It was a message from Mom: Jamie, The school called me at work and told me what happened. R U okay? PLEASE CALL ME!

I text her back. I'm fine, Mom. Walked home with a friend.

I got an text from dad: Honey, R U okay! Your mother called me and told me what happened.

Fine, dad.

I looked in one of my boxes to find a pair of pajamas. I couldn't find anything except for a red tank top I use for working out and black leggings. I put them on, grabbed my copy of "Harry Potter & the Deathly Hallows" and blanket cause its cold and bundled up in the window.

PETER

His room was in almost completely disaster. Mountains of clothes, bed untouched, couple cans of "Dr. Pepper", etc.

"I got to either get a maid or be more organized," Peter mumbled to himself. He damn sure cannot afford to get a maid...

"Be more organized,"

He started on the clothes and put them in the laundry basket. Peter then took off his shirt and threw that into the basket as well. He had on his wife beater t-shirt. His spider suit was laying on the floor, he sniffed it, and it smelled like burning rubber and something else.

"How am I going to wash it without Aunt May seeing?"

Peter glanced out of his bedroom. Jamie was sitting in her window reading a "Harry Potter" book. Deathly Hallows, she must really love Harry Potter.

He blushed because she was only wearing a red tank top that revealed a lot of skin, and notice that her nipples were hard.

Jamie turned around. She jumped when she saw Peter looking directly at her. He felt guilty.

"Sorry," He mouthed.

Jamie opened her window. "What did you say?"

"Sorry, I'm not a prev...if that's what you're thinking."

She laughed. "It's okay, really. It kind of nice to have at least one boy who notices you."

"Don't you get-"

"Nope. I'm too nerdy and plain," Jamie muttered. "Ask your friend Flash Thompson."

Peter was confused and mad. How can a pretty girl like her sees herself as plain. Her eyes are like chocolate, her red hair was long and silky like...Mary Jane's. This girl reminds him of Mary Jane, hell she could be MJ reincarnated. He couldn't understand why.

"Flash Thompson is surely not a friend of mines,"

"I don't why they pick on you?" Jamie asked. "I mean you're not nerdy looking at all."

"I used to look very nerdy," Peter admitted. He pick up an old school picture from about a year ago before he became Spider-Man. Jamie laughed.

"Wow, what happen?"

"Hard to describe," Peter joked. "One day nerd, the next mourning, cool looking."

They were in silence for while, but then Peter spoke: "So you just moved here with your parents?"

"Yeah, from Rhone Island, smallest state in the U.S." Jamie said. "Mom's a doctor and dad's a marine biologist. What about your parents?"

Peter looked as if someone slapped him. "I don't, just my aunt, May Parker. My uncle died a year ago, mugger shot him."

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay," Peter said.

KASADY

He waked back and forth in that big white room. Kasady was quiet today. He sometimes paced back and forth, talking about that girl. It was strange how he would go from loving her to beating the living daylights out of her. That was all he talked about, that girl. They asked aboutwho was the girl when ever he brough her up and every answer from him was: "Fuck off! She's mine!"

Kingsley was the only doctor he talked to. Cletus Kasady always brag about that girl, but woudn't give her name.

"You don't know her name?" Dr. Kingsley asked.

"Yeah, but I'm not telling you or any fucking body." Kasady responded.

Kingsley signed. This was pissing the doctor off, and Kasady knew this. He like to play with people's emotion.

"Why do you brag about her to me if you're not even going to give a name?" He asked Kasady.

"I'll tell how I met her,"

This made the doctor a little happy. "Okay. Tell me."

"I was in Rhone Island, stole this nice car and saw this pretty ginger-"

"Ginger?"

"Redhead. But she didn't have that pale skin and werid freckles." Kasady explained. "She was at this rest stop, crying. So I asked if she needed a ride and she sadi yeah so I took her. She only had a backpack with clothes. She told me how her parents never pay attention to her and how they agrue non-stop."

"Interesting." Kasady notice Dr. Kingsley writing some notes.

"Are you going to listen or make fucking doodles?"

"Sorry. Go on."

"I pretended that the car stop so I went to the truck and grabbed some tape and tied her up. She screamed and I laughed. I whisperer in her ear "I'm going to fuck you hard." She cried." Kasady said, grinning. "I only did her for an hour or two."

Both men sat in silence, only thing they could hear was the pencil writing.

"Oops, time's up," Dr. Kingsley said. Before he open the door.

"One more thing, her name was Jamie Gordon."