You’re painfully stressed with end of trimester quizzes because your grades are almost plummeting just because of some stupid questionnaires. After school you want to just go home, plop into bed and cry. But entering your room: expecting nothing since your parents were supposed to be at work, you’re greeted by Miles and your window jammed open by some of his SpiderMan webs.

“Hey baby, missed me?” He greeted you with a playful grin, you hadn’t seen him all day since he had to skip classes due to his ‘responsibilities’.