Who could that be.  Peter walked up to the door and looked through the glass portal.  It was Franklin and Crystal.  Why are they here?  His parents know he's Spider-man; if they're in trouble would they have sent Frankie here?

He opened the door.

"Hello.  We're here to see Mary Jane."

Peter didn't expect that.  "You are?... What is this regarding?"

"That's personal."

"Yeah right.  Tell me, what sort of personal business would a kid have with a supermodel?"

"Kid!  I'm almost twenty."

"Uh-huh.  Anyway MJ is sleeping.  You should've called first."

"It's two in the afternoon."

"She had a late night gig.  Some photographer wanted stars in the background."

Peter sighed.  Was Franklin usually this much of a brat?  He never acted this way when Peter was in his read and blues.  There was also the buzz of his spider-sense.  He thought maybe Franklin was bringing trouble with him but no that wasn't quite right.

"Look, I came to see MJ and I am going to see MJ."