(2) msg
"Sorry, we're gonna do what?"
"I know, I know! I'm sorry." Miles rubs the back of his head.
"Sorry? Don't be sorry!"
This is everything he's ever wanted.
Fake dating Miles was enough to get him on board. Imagine all the shit they'd have to act out at that table! Leaning on each other's shoulders, feeding each other food? All this for the small price of screwing with Gwen and MJ for a couple of hours? He's not letting this opprtuntity go to waste.
"-I'm sorry I don't have an outfit!" He racks up a few sweaters, debating between one checkered and one with llamas.
"Wait so you're not-"
"No, I'm not mad." He waves the sweaters in front of Miles.
"Now, which one do I pick?"
Miles let out the breath he knew good and damn well he was holding. Thank God Ganke was going along with it.
"Go with the llamas."
The two freshen up for the evening in comfortable silence, Miles passed him whatever cologne or small accessories he needed, admiring the ones he especially liked. His earrings were pretty cool, little gold rings and pearls and a dangling gold cross on his left ear. But he wanted to steal that smoky topaz ring on his index, and the white jade skull pendant around his neck.
Speaking of his neck, Miles picked up on Ganke's new cologne. This one's more woodsy with cedar, sandalwood, and that dash of tree sap that made Miles want to rest his head on Ganke's shoulder underneath one of those large sugar maple trees on campus. Maybe they'd have a drink two along side them, perhaps there'd be no one near the back of the courtyard- and maybe, just maybe they could get drunk off each other.
Alright Morales, you're getting way too into this.
Getting a bit of distance didn't seem to help, as he caught himself looking from the bed anyway. That little shaggy mullet he had was doing numbers on his psyche, and those rings were running laps. Ganke really was pretty, even with those scars he'd gotten cause he'd been negligent enough to let Scorpion get near the train car in the first place and-
Ganke looks back and catches him staring, but Miles didn't look away.
"You see somethin' you like?"
"Yeah, you."
Ganke whips back around, flicking a little bronze on his cheek to try and cover that blush. Real smooth Morales, real smooth.
After that little mishap, Ganke goes to grab his regular jacket.
"Gee check the right sleeve on that."
"Why? Oh...damn."
It's got a pretty big gash in it, probably from when Ganke got slashed by Scorpion's blade in the fight. Miles bet that tear lined up with the gash on his forearm that Ganke had him bandage up everyday cause' he knew how to do it better.
"Miles..."
He said nothing, just grabbed a spool of thread and a needle from the drawer. Ganke chukled at the boy struggling to pick up the needle off the floor for a solid minute until he activated his powers. Ganke didn't mean to laugh but he did, and Miles just giggled along with him. He loved it when Spiderman forgot he was Spiderman.
A few brown stitches later and the coat was repaired- they were janky, yes- but it built character! And sure, there was a bit of blood still left on it that Miles didn't like seeing, but Ganke thought it looked cool (plus, it wouldn't wash out).
In the main hall of the school they encountered a predicament. How were they going to get to the diner in...twenty minutes.
Miles didn't know.
But Ganke sure did.
"Ganke Lee I am not swinging you to the diner."
Curse that damn spidey sense. "Bro we'll be fine, and it'll be my first time in the air!"
"Okay but that's not the point, I wanna keep you safe. What if you don't dodge something in time and go flying off my back?"
Ganke, absolutely whipped. "That'll be on me then-"
"-oh Lord."
"-same thing with the Scorpion fight. That was on Scorpion and me, not you. I chose to go there. You didn't even know I was there."
Ganke would make an excellent Spiderman right now, because he's swinging right over the point. But Miles let him this time. He'll just have to learn not to blame himself.
"Okay, okay." He pulls the mask down.
Ganke, giddy like a kid in a candy store, grabs on as tight as he can. His excitement spreads to Miles, who's positively beaming as he hoists Ganke onto his back.
"Hold on!"
How tight? Ganke wants to ask.
It's a stupid question though, the answer was clear:
Very.
But the wind's blowing his jacket back to his elbows and the view is so pretty that he doesn't care if his knuckles turn white gripping his phone and Miles' shoulders. He'd never seen New York like this, streaky blurs, bursts of color, neon trails of sweet corners trailing behind brown bricks and blinks of yellow windows. Even with glasses it's all just one big boke painting, and he has to ask.
"Miles are you seeing this shit?!"
"In 4k baby!"
"Wait, it's not streaky?"
"Nope, powers gave me perfect eyesight."
This might just be his villain origin story. Where's his radioactive spider that'd give him good eyesight? He literally would not care about any other power in that spider as long as he didn't have to pay to see every year. But if that's all he cared about he definitely wouldn't have the balls to do-
"Head right."
Miles tilts right to help Ganke out, but he still almost gets his shit rocked by a sign.
-that. That's exactly what he's talking about. He couldn't and will never do that, even if his life depended on it.
Miles perches on the next building to give Ganke a break, "You alright man?"
"Yeah, just need a minute." He plops his head on Miles' shoulder, out of breath he didn't even know he had.
"If it helps, we could walk the rest of the way."
"No."
"Bro...we're on top of the diner." Miles gestures to the fat ass sign. Ganke's lowered gently into the alleyway, Miles drops straight down after him.
"How'd you get here so fast?" MJ asks, leaning against Gwen in their booth. Gwen doesn't say anything yet, but she knew. She always did.
"Took a taxi, no one takes taxis." Good excuse Morales. Real good.
1 new message from gwen.
you swung him here didn't you
how in the fuck
miles you couldntve gotten here in 20 minutes normally
i know, didn't wanna blow yall off though
i know you didn't, which is why i'll let it slide
if it helps, i ain't wanna swing him.
but he said whatever happen to him is on him
that's bullshit
s what eye said 🧍🏾
anyways, try and keep him on the ground next time. we cannot risk getting caught.
thats a lie i just dont want mj on my ass for not swinging her around
LMFAOOOO sucks to suck
"Are you all ready to order?"
MJ and Ganke gawk at the seven burgers split between Miles and Gwen, with fries and drinks- and ketchup? Makes sense, they do save New York once or twice a week.
Ganke had to make a tiktok, getting the best sound possible.
He fuckin that shit UP
Miles slumps over, burger in hand. Gwen's mid bite, but she folds nonetheless- giggling her ass off.
"Ganke you're sick."
He flips the camera around, clutching at his necklace. "Racially motivated."
MJ chokes on her drink, the video's uploaded and...oh no. It's not on the spiderman account or anything like that, it's just that you can see Venom lurking in the background.
Wait, VENOM?
Miles and Gwen slump back into the booth, unfit to really fight the villain after eating all of that. Thankfully, a middle aged old lady from across the way chucks chocolate bars at the creature.
"THANK YOU MS CHEN!" Venom rasps, stomping back into the alleyway.
Well, that was quick. The spiders should've been grateful for Ms. Chen's interference, but they're fuming.
"All we had to do was give that big nigga chocolate?" He asks, blinking incredulously.
"That's what it fucking sounds like." The grip Gwen has on her cup is unyielding, sides dented and drink still not spilling.
"Damn Gwen you still got that grip?" Miles teases, and MJ wants to cackle because she did. She did that shit with everything, her handshakes, her bags, her thighs.
"Miles oh my God-"
"-I can do it on you too, Ganke."
"Please do." That was a little too quick.
The rest of their evening went on without a hitch- our heros savoring one of few peaceful evenings they'd ever get.