Chapter 45
The day couldn’t be more perfect. Gwen walked arm-in-arm with Amaya and Camila through the park, their laughter loud and unfiltered. They grabbed slushies from a street cart, danced to a group playing music near the fountain, and snapped silly photos for their group chat. Ganke joined in with a cheesy joke that made them groan and laugh harder. Miles arrived late, skateboarding in like he always did, hoodie half up, smile full-blown. He kissed Gwen's temple without a word and they all continued like time didn’t exist—just friends, light, and warmth.
Later, Gwen and Miles slipped away, cutting through alleys and over low rooftops until they reached his art studio. The familiar scent of spray paint and paper greeted them. Gwen kicked off her shoes and spun slowly, admiring the walls.
“You added more,” she murmured.
Miles nodded, walking up behind her. “This one’s you,” he pointed to a painted silhouette mid-dance in pale violet and white.
Gwen turned, teasing, “I look cooler in real life.”
Miles smirked, “Debatable.”
They ended up tangled in each other, paint-stained fingers brushing cheeks, hearts thudding in sync. “I love you,” Miles said first.
“I love you too,” Gwen replied, resting her forehead against his.
Her phone buzzed. Gwen blinked herself out of the moment, glancing at the screen.
Mom: Grades up. Still not perfect. But… good job.
Gwen let out a breath and leaned back with a tired smile. “Guess hell froze over.”
Miles chuckled. “That’s a mom compliment. You won.”
That night, Gwen sat by her window, typing into her blog with soft music in the background.
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okay so here’s a totally hypothetical thing:
what if spider-man wore a suit? like a full-on suit-suit. with a tie and dress shoes. how does that work??? does the fabric stretch? does the webbing mess up the collar??
anyway.
today felt like a goodbye to something. not in a sad way, just in a… next chapter kind of way. like when the final bell rings and you know school’s over but you still hang out outside just to let it all sink in.
I’m ready for whatever’s next. and for once, I think I actually mean that.
— Gwen