Why a sunflower is like a player

"You're not."

"Oh yeah?"Miles had begun to get annoyed with Hobie's attitude, an attitude that had seemed to him dashing and enviably unconcerned, but now only fueled Miles' indifferent desire to win: "We'll see about that, princess!"

"Hold on my boy, let's just.... Hobie didn't look worried about his situation with his hands tied to the wall, but continued to speak calmly: "How did you jumped on the conclusion that I have a crush on you, hm?"

"Well, well--y-you've been by my side since the first time we've met, a-and--" Miles wondered why he had suddenly become stammering, like the cat got his tongue.
"I mean you helped me when I was hunted by all the Spider-Men--you were the only one who was by my side--a-and--"

"Hmm. And how can you be sure, that I'm not just messing around? That I helped you just coz I hate to see another poor little boy going through all that crap about destiny."

Miles didn't know how to answer, he hadn't experienced such intense mood swings since, since-
He suddenly remembered something: "I can't. Take that as a leap of faith."

"What?" Hobie didn't catch up. not that he cared.
His hands flashed with a subtle electric current, and with two explosions, a puff of smoke, and when Miles opened his eyes again Hobie had sent a current from his palms that melted his spider webs.

"You do realize, Peter Pan, that I taught you to do this with palms, right ?"

Miles sighed, in the face of Hobie's lack of cooperation at this moment he suddenly understood a little Miguel."Okay come on...we're doing it."

Hobie raised his eyebrows: "We're not."

"????" Miles clearly didn't know what to respond to."What do you mean you're not??you're dying--I'm like, 99% sure about that!"

"Everybody dies. I don't care. Death is not that dreadful. It's rather interesting actually, the one thing that completes our lives."

"Plus I don't want you kiss me for trying to save me, instead of trying to love me. Actually if you did kiss me just coz you tryna save me, I might as well just die."

"I'm not letting you die okay?! Gosh what's the problem with you--I'm not watching someone I love dies in front of me again!"

They now face a much simpler choice than before; save a man or save the entire universe, save a man or watch him die?

But in Miles' mind this was the hardest choice he had ever made. All choices become incredibly difficult once they are tainted with love. What should he tell Hobie that he's grown this secret crush on him pretty much since the first glance? At first he thought he was just...bit jealous of how free and unbounded Hobie is, he's just trying to be more like him. But as time passed by and as they grew closer, Miles realized something was different.
His heart would pounding faster whenever Hobie's around, and he would always try to

Then Miles suddenly remembered, that bad punchline Hobie told.
Why a sunflower is like a player?

If Hobie meant what Miles thinks he meant, then--

Hobie's obviously the singer...the question is, is Miles the sunflower?

"Hey...so remember when I told you I can't be sure about whether you have a crush on me or not? Well, I lied." Miles pulled on Hobie's guitar strap, the fact that he wasn't sure about it all, but he had to try.
"I paid special attention to your heart beat when I came close to you, a-and I'm sure your heart just beated faster when I said I wanna kiss you, so..."

Miles tried to explain further, but he suddenly felt that something was wrong; his throat felt like a hundred butterflies had entered it, fluttering deep in his throat, eager to break through the skin; he began to cough violently, then suddenly realized what was trying to cover his mouth with his hands, but it was too late--

A piece of rose, as they both watched, floated down from his mouth.

Watching this scene, Hobie's expression became a lot more complicated.

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"So you're puking flowers, too, and you just decided not to tell anyone?"

"Yeah yeah... I mean I don't wanna try to guilt tripping someone or whatever...like, I don't wanna put too much pressure on you…heh heh, heh.."Miles cracked a smile with embarrassment.

"You are literally dying, and you don't want to'put too much pressure on me??"

"Hey get off the moral high ground, you did exactly the same thing as I do!"迈尔斯突然意识到了什么抗议起来:" I mean we both hided something from each other, so that'll make us equal, right?"

"Hardly." Hobie calmly points out the other person's mistakes:" I did it out of respect for personal freedom, nobody shall force anybody, by any means to do anything that is not out of their free will. You did it for your own moral compass. Totally different."

"Okay okay--" Miles raises his hands in surrender:"So can we both agree that--we wanna kiss each other, and the action's out of pure personal will, like we both want it not coz we're dying, but we, umm...we are, attracted to each other?"

"Agreed."Hobie concluded after a long moment of silence.

"So... let's, do it?"

Just at the moment Miles considered how he should finish the kiss; should he cock his head, or just press his lips directly against his? Wouldn't their noses bump into each other? And should he make any other moves, like sucking on Hobie's lips or-? And Hobie's lip ring-?

"Is this your first kiss?" Hobie suddenly asked.

"Yeah...?" Being lost in his own thoughts for too long caused Miles to switch to auto-reply mode.

"Then let's make it a great one."

……What？

What happened next took Miles out of any thinking, in fact he couldn't do it: Hobie actively to take his wrist and bend down, his lips pressed against Miles, the soft touch surprised Miles, he even thought Hobie's lips would be cold and hard, like those of his heavy metal, punk rock.

All that Miles feared did not happen, their noses did not collide, Hobie's lip ring gently brushed his lips, and all he could feel was something like sunshine - Miles did not know a more appropriate description.

His first kiss, just as Hobie described, was great.

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"Well, at least we're not coughing flowers anymore--" When they separated, after a full ten or even dozens of seconds, Miles could only think of this one sentence as a reply as his brain filled with blood.

"True. We're not."
Hobie still looked at him and wouldn't look away:"So you wanna do it again? Just to make sure?"

....Miles didn't answer. Actually he did.
He answered with another gentle kiss.

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As the story was written, Alice fell into the rabbit hole. She had an adventure, saved a world, then she decided to go back to the real world and called it a dream. But she'd never forget that under the ground, there was this magic world, she met a man named Mad Hatter, who helped her find herself again.

And Alice may or may not knows, but her question had an answer long ago.
Why a raven is like a writing dest?

.........

Why a sunflower is like a player?

Coz they both follow the sun.

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"So you kissed Hobie--and Miguel kissed Lyla??!! Omg that's great!! Hey Miguel! Congratulations! And Hobie! Man you're lucky!"

After they returned to headquarters everyone was basically back to normal; Ben Riley found Dracy Winthrop, and now they are officially dating; a large part of Peters thus began a relationship with Mary Jane, and as for the remaining special few, well, Peter was quite happy to know that Miles and Miguel were back to normal after announcing the result in a volume that could be heard throughout HQ. .

......Miguel's expression on his face looks like he wants to kill Peter. or teleport each other to any other universe.

And Miles has been taken away by his boyfriend to a random universe.

All is back to peace again. As if nothing had happened. Just like in the fairy tale Alice insisted she had a dream.
Only the petals that remained on the HQ floor, fresh, just starting to wilt or turning grayish-brown before they had time to be cleaned up, recorded what had happened.