Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have superheroes running around the streets of New York. Believe me, I've seen enough movies to know that it would probably be a bunch of freaks in tights. I'm willing to bet twenty dollars that 90% of you agree with me. At least that's what I thought. This story is about love, loss, a sorta- hero, and a whole lot of ass kicking.
The rain tapped on the windows of the comic store/ record store/ diner I was sitting in.
"Jesus! That's the second one this week!" I mumbled to nobody in particular. My best friend Drew heard me though. "No not really. You could have fixed his wings to make them actually work." I looked at him with a bit of disgust. "Drew! I'm not gonna offer help to fix a crackhead's flying apparatus so he could reach nirvana and become the flying freak!" Drew just laughed. Drew was my best friend. We had been friends since the third grade and have done everything together. And I mean everything. He was tall, taller than me, and had a mop of sandy blonde hair. Some of the other girls that go to our school say he's attractive, and he looks like Evan Peters, but to me he's just a funny, loyal friend. Incase you're wondering what we were talking about, there have been many attempts for people to become superheroes lately. All of them failed. It's pretty much drug addicts jumping off of buildings in morph suits. As I was finishing my slice of cherry pie Drew spoke up,
"You know Hallie, you could be a super hero."
I held my fork in midair and turned to look at him. He was slowly drinking his coffee.
"What are you talking about?" I asked in disbelief. "For two months we've been laughing at these jackasses and at how stupid they are and now you want me to join them?!" I couldn't believe what he was saying.
"Hal, don't kid yourself, you're smart enough to build and Ironman suit and clumsy enough to get bit by a radioactive spider! You could do it you know." I just ate the last of my pie crust and shouldered my denim bag stuck full of pins and studs. I got up to leave. "Hallie don't be mad at me!" Drew called after me. I didn't look back as I walked toward the door. "I'll pay for your pie!" I heard him say. I stopped. I looked back at him. He looked so sad that I was angry. I instantly forgave him. I could never stay mad at him for long. "I was half expecting you to." I said through a smile. I opened the door and went to my bike. I put the hood of my jacket up and rode down the wet sidewalk to my apartment and my parents waiting for me around the corner.
