Guest always keeps a camera, a notebook, a pen, cat and dog food in his bag whenever he goes out. who knows when he will find a stray kitten or puppy to feed or something interesting he just has to write in his notebook for reports. new york is always interesting. there is always something or the other going on in the city that needs reporting. because of his spontaneous and random articles, Guest is quite famous among the niche newspaper he works for. he might as well have a hundred fans. thats huge enough for him. he walks around central park looking for anything thats food for thought for his reflections, when he sees him. spiderman. Guest blinks for 10 seconds straight, unable to believe that spiderman in the flesh is laying down on a bench and reading a newspaper which he held up on his head. he did double takes, maybe triple, quadruple takes. he was literally there! Guest couldn't help but walk towards him.

Guest cleared his throat. it was a secluded part of the central park, not much noise and people. "ahem- um.. spiderman...? i- uh- i cant believe you're here right now... if you dont mind.. can i ask for an interview?" his reporter side came out. spiderman looked up from his newspaper. then he sat up like a dog who heard the word 'walk'. he leaned so forward on the bench that he was practically glued to where Guest was standing on the edge of the armrest. he was blushing. well, Guest couldn't see it, but underneath the mask peter was blushing. this beautiful boy with a bag hanging on one shoulder, wearing a sweater on top of his flannel, his hair swaying slightly due to the autumn wind.. he. he was asking peter for an interview? he was so dazed he forgot to reply to the reporter.