Skylar's P.O.V

I began my shift at the comic book shop today, my long shift was mainly interrupted my messages from Madame Vasquez saying to bring all the papers printed from Wattpad because there somehow was a typo. I groaned and just kept working. I stuffed my phone away in my pockets, along with a yellow sticky note with purple writing on it.  I had a few things to do, mainly going to visit Madame Vasquez if not a few other things. Pointless things. Things like finishing up what Karry left for me, buy some fruit, call my mom, those kind of things. I clocked in earlier, but I wished I could clock out. Right at this very moment, life couldn't be any more boring and daunting. As always I had the daunting task of being me. I sighed as the tiny doorbell above the door rang, customers. It wouldn't be rush hour until 12 but I guess its never too early to get a comic book. As the Comic Con got closer and closer, I only watched as customers came by looking for costume ideas and for tiny details to make their costume look better. Some came in with their costume in hand or in mind, others had it on, others just took a picture. I was just there to assist and help. My purpose in life, assist and help and then get dumped for something better. What a life, note the sarcasm. As people would ask me about there costume ideas and what not I gave them the best opinion that came to mind. Each person was different, but with all customers I treat them with dignity and respect giving them thoughts and things to consider before the big day. After all, the costume is all about the tiny details. Those are what make it special and give it a pop of color and creativity. It changes the costume from ordinary to extraordinary. It can be anything from spikes to diamonds to sparkles to bolts, anything that can make the costume more real. As I read a Justice League comic a little voice caught my attention.

"Hello. Ma'am?" The voice said from  in front the desk.

I directed my attention towards the voice as I bent over my seat to see who it was. A little boy about 10 years of age in a Spider-man costume.

"Hello. Are you looking for something?" I asked as the little boy seemed almost nervous to be talking to me.

He cleared his throat, taking his mask off revealing his red hair and attentive blue eyes . He subtly began asking his question, "I have this webbing and I wanted to know if its like Spider-man."

I thought he was cute and it was an adorable question, "Well lets see."

The boy immediately came up behind the front desk and showed me his "web slingers" as his face brightened up. Those eyes of his were immediately different. Like a changing a channel, his eyes quickly changed. I only giggled as he showed his toy web slingers to me.

"These are my web slingers. Mom bought it for me since she says she knows best, but I wanted to know for sure because I finally get to go to the Comic Con." The boy exclaimed as I sat him on the desk.

"What's your name?" I said as I began fixing his web slingers on his arms to be less tight. He sat there patiently watching.

"Michael. What's yours?' Michael attentively replied waiting for an answer.

"Skylar. Its very nice to meet you Michael, now about your web slingers. Don't put them on so tight and you are ready for the Comic Con, ok?" I said with a small smile on my face.

Michael nodded and hugged me tight, "Thank you Skylar. I feel much better knowing you helped me!"

I replied, "Michael, you promise me that you will come a visit me after the Comic Con to tell me all about it. I have always to go but now you can tell me about your adventure as our neighborhood Spider-man. Take a lot of pictures. "

I smiled and hugged the little kid back. His Spider-man costume wasn't that bad. At least not until you get to his arms where the toy web slingers were. They were under his costume. I had fixed it so that they were on top of the costume and so that they weren't leaving marks on his pale skin. He looked adorable for his age in that costume. The reddish brown hair slipping out of the back of his Spider-man mask. His freckles embedded all over his rosy cheeks whenever he took off his mask and smiled. His big blue eyes which look around the comic shop with wonder and excitement. I laughed at his Spider-man poses as it seemed he was the only one in the store. He was just a wonder to look at. For the first time in a while, I couldn't help but smile. This little boy comes in and makes my day, being Spider-man. I guess I have Spider-man to thank.

The boy began saying, "Its your friendly neighborhood Spider-man!"  I giggled as Michael made quite the little mini Spider-Man afterall.

Michael had been here for almost 15 minutes as he sat there reading comics with me until his parents came. They seemed releived to have seen Michael as they called out his name with joy and worry.

"Michael, there you are. We were looking all over for you. When I said to ask someone, I meant your father." The red haired lady came in with her husband.

She was in her mid to late 20's if not 30's and Michael seemed to be a combination of both of them. He had his father's big blue eyes and his mothers hair and freckles. I put Michael down as he ran to his parents. Michael only waved good bye after his parents thanked me for watching him. I waved good-bye to Michael as the store seemed to have gotten busier after Michael had left.

Its funny how one person can make you feel a certain and another person makes you feel another way. I guess emotions are related to how you feel about people. Its weird yet interesting how that works and we work on the inside, with our conscious, mind, personalities, and likes. We are all different and that's the beauty of it. We all change and people will always be people. As people began getting in line to pay, I became busy with working the cashier and watching people step to and from the store to the outer world. New York had just gotten busy and the result was rush hour. As more people bustled in, more cashiers came to help and we all had our hands full. Today seem to go by fast and with Michael's help, it was much more enjoyable.  I was cleaning the windows and the desk and keeping the store tidy. I put away the wooden broom and cleaning supplies. Everyone has left and I was the one to close today. I put the key on my desk by the cashier so I didn't lose it.  Just as I was about to close I heard one last ring from the door.

"I'm sorry we are closing." I said as I felt little arms wrapping around my grey jean covered leg. I only looked down to see Michael again.

"Michael? What are you doing here? Where are your parents?" I questioned as Michael let me go.

"I brought you something. I couldn't wait." Michael said anxiously.

Michael handed me a box with a big bow on it. I was shocked and yet managed to smile bigger than I had in a while. The box was white with a blue bow. This boy was full of surprises. As I opened the box Michael said, "I hope you like it."

My brows furrowed as I looked inside. I saw a strawberry frosted cupcake with a yellow envelope holding a card inside. Michael then gave me another hug as the door opened again.

"Michael couldn't wait." The same woman from earlier said.

"We hope you can attend. Michael would love to see you in action." She chirped in a cheery tone.

I confusingly looked at her, "What?"

Michael was pouty now, "Open it."

I opened the card as I saw a ticket. A ticket to the 2016 Comic Con. My eyes widened as I gasped. IS this real!?!?! Did this just happen? Am I holding in my hands a ticket to the 2016 Comic Con!?!?!?!

"Michael, is this what I think it is?" I manage to utter.

Michael exclaimed, "So you can see me be Spider-man! "

I gasped as I hugged him tight spinning him around and giving him a kiss on his cheek. I couldn't believe what I was reading.

"I'm astounded, I can't believe this." I squealed, "Thank you but you didn't have to do this-"

Michael's mother cut me off, "I'm Allison and this is Henry. Please accept it. After what you did today, we hope this helps you. Michael told us all about it."

I was left to eat my words, "B-but."

Henry replied, "No buts! Please. Accept it. Do it for Michael."

I nodded as Allison smiled and gave me a hug, "Here's my number in case you need someone to come with."

Allison gave me her number and together her, Henry, and Michael left. What a day! That family just. . just changed my life. I'm going to Comic Con! As I carefully put the box in my messenger bag I closed the store and left heading towards Madame Vasquez to tell her the good news. I guess the most unexpected things can make your day. . .

Karry's P.O.V.

I woke up to my body being on the ground. I blinked before my vision focused. I looked around, the queen sized bed and I already knew where I was. Home. Well my one month home, for now. I yawned as I rubbed the back of my head. I didn't remember what happened yesterday since I was exhausted when I got home. Then it all started coming back. The boat, the stuffed dolphin, Thomas falling into ice cold ocean water. Thomas! My eyes widened as I immediately sat up on the cold wooden floor. Did I take Thomas to my little apartment? I immediately turned to my bed. It was empty, only one pillow showing as witness that I slept on it. The sheets and blankets were all over the floor, I must of just plopped on bed and sleep instantly knocked me out, taking me to my mind of my own and imagination took flight as my dream began playing like a movie. I put the sheets on my bed and folded them neatly fixing my bed. Did Thomas stay here? I wonder. I knew he was soaked but I had no idea to be frank about it. I looked around tip toeing, in case the butterflies had rushed and gotten to my head and I had the thought to let Thomas stay here. What has he done to me? Every time I'm beside him, my heart start rushing, pumping more blood just to keep my head in check. That's just one thing,  the case of the butterflies in my stomach is one too many to handle. This feeling is almost I sensation I need to feel everyday if Thomas is here. These butterflies flutter to every part of my body, triggering my giggles and laughs. My chest feels tighter when he brushes up beside me and when he touch my hand, his skin as soft as silk, these butterflies trigger the "honey glow" in my cheeks. The good thing is it isn't that noticeable. We just met a few days ago and I feel as if I known him my whole life. Its a connection like sparks for a fire or circuits in a battery. My heart, the control center of these butterflies, is bursting with joy at just the thought of him. Could it be? I wonder. We are just friends, it isn't possible that Thomas would like me as I like him. He just makes you feel special and alive, I have this constant urge to kiss him but I'm trying not to. Its impossible not to. Just the sight of him, my irises sparkle and glisten with joy. He brightens my day just as the sun brightens the Earth every day and morning. I don't ever want to say good bye. How could I say good bye to Thomas, I couldn't. I couldn't stop thinking about him, every detail reminded me of him. Looking out my window, I saw the sunrise and I couldn't help but look at my room as the yellows and oranges and pinks painted my room. I rushed to the bathroom to freshen up, just in case I have the case of the butterflies again. I should get treated.

After taking a nice shower and letting my curls form on their own, I decided to see if I had the audacity to let Thomas stay by checking if his presence was in this very apartment. I looked around, peering through every corner. As soon as I made it to the living room I began tip toeing around. I checked on the couch, nothing. I checked in the kitchen, nothing. I sighed as I felt a wave of relief overcome and succumb me. It was reassuring. As I poured cereal down into my glass bowl, the crunchy clusters of oatmeal and honey clanking on to the glass. I then poured the creamy milk on top. After I finished eating I cleaned up my small mess and decided to check my e-mail. I hadn't for a few days, maybe there was something new. I pulled out my purple cased laptop and logged in. I immediately squealed when I saw an e-mail from DC. As I opened it I read the criteria they had left for me. I had to work on a new part in the comic series Batman: Hush. They would like to see a sample of my work so I began letting my imagination take flight. I began thinking. Hmm. Nothing was coming to mind so maybe I should get help on this one. I thought of Skye first but I shook it off, maybe Thomas could help. I should check on him since he was soaking wet yesterday. . . I giggled as I remember seeing him brush his hair back. I cleaned his glasses, well the front part just so he could see. He didn't take them off  which only made me wonder what he look like underneath those charming glasses. It gave me butterflies just thinking about it. I immediately ran into my room and got my phone and dialed his number on my screen. Thomas picked up on the third ring.

"Hello. Karry?" Thomas said not sounding so good.

I was quickly got concerned, "Thomas, are you ok? You don't sound so good."

Thomas replied with a softer tone, "Sorry Karry, I'm not feeling so good.. .you see I have a-a . . .ACHOO! "

I jolted back when I heard the sneeze, "Excuse you. Thomas what's wrong? Allergies?"

Thomas replied," No. . .No Karry I don't have al- er- gies ACHOO! I have a-a ACHOO! A cold. Turns out ocean water can get you sick. ACHOO!! "

I gasped, " Oh. Well don't worry I'll bring you some soup and some medicine and I'll be there in 15 minutes. Just send me your address. Ok, bye."

I hung halfway through Thomas's sentence, "No Karry its fi-"

The line went dead. I immediately hustled and got my things. I got my bag with my keys and my wallet and everything I needed including my laptop. A few seconds later I received a message from Thomas giving me his address. 9801 West Leighton Street. Leighton Apartments, room 52. I smiled as I got to my car. As soon as I made it to the apartment, I was buzzed in. I quickly made my way up the stairs and found his apartment number, the golden shimmer reflecting the light off of the door.  Number 52, I knocked the door, butterflies in my stomach.  Thomas opened the door. I smiled really big, but to tell the truth, Thomas looked awful.

"Thomas! You look awful! Come on, go back to bed. " I said as I saw the black circles under his eyes, he looked exhausted.

Thomas coughed, "Karry, I told you. I'm fine, ACHOO!"

I closed the door and replied, "Thomas, I will make some soup, you just go and rest ok?"

Thomas smiled weakly and nodded,"Ok. But Karry maybe I should stick around, to keep you company."

I blushed and kissed his cheek, "Go and rest."

Thomas smirked, "Nice pajamas. So you like Batman huh? Its looks good on you."

I looked at my clothes, I hadn't noticed I had left in my pajamas. How embarrassing!! I blushed as Thomas walked into his bedroom and I into the kitchen. I looked around for anything I could use to make soup. There were tomatoes, carrots, potatoes, noodles, but there were a few things missing. I noticed Thomas' apartment was clean, the kitchen only had a few dirty dishes but after that, it seems nothing was out of place. He was really organized. . .and cute. I hadn't noticed standing there staring at me. His cheeks were the shade of the ripest tomato. I only blinked, had he been watching me all this time?

"Thomas what are you doing up? How long have you been standing there? GO rest." I said as I walked up to him.

"Long enough." Thomas smirked.

I touched his cheeks and felt the heat rush beneath my hand and spreading out all over my face, "You're burning. Thomas you have a fever!"

Thomas shivered, "I was just going to get the heater."

I ordered sassily, "Go to bed. Where's the medicine cabinet?"

Thomas opened the cabinet in front of me and shuttered, "There."

In the wooden cabinet there were all the things I needed to take care of Thomas. There were bandages, thermometers, vitamins, couch drop, hydrogen peroxide, tweezers, rubbing crème, and medicine. As I went to check if he had Tylenol I saw the bottle but frowned when I opened it since it was empty. I sighed as I looked at Thomas who looked pail. I took the basket of things and followed Thomas to his room. Dr. Karry was in the house and I was going to make sure my patient was going to get better. I was sure of it.