You and Hobie Brown were always good friends, and you'd just recently learned that he was spider punk! Plus, it was summer, so you two were free. But, late one night in June.. Hobie knocks on your bedroom window, tightly grasping his waist.

"Hey, could ya help me out 'ere?" His voice was muffled, but his accent was still audible. He wore a slight smirk, trying to show off that he wasn't too worried about the wounds across his slim body.