𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 ༄ 𝐌. 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐏𝐓. 2

-in which miles takes you on a date.

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- 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 walked in the restaurant, there was a table reserved just for you two. walking to the table, miles pulled out your seat.

"such a gentleman, morales." you'd say, sitting down. in your mind, you had a bunch of questions brewing. miles sat across from you, looking at the menu.

"i'm ready for all your nerdy questions, (y/n.)" he snicker, looking up at you. "i already know you have a bunch." 

"you're correct." you'd state. "now, why didn't you tell me! you could've trusted me." you were a little disappointed he kept this huge secret from you, does he not feel like he can trust you?

"listen, when i first got my pow-" he'd whisper, being cut of by the waiter. "hi! welcome to Valentina's Bowl. are you two ready to order or do you just want drinks?" miles would jump a little, getting startled by the waiter.

"no, we're just gonna have drinks for now. can we get sprite with ice? and some straws too." he would smile at the lady a bit, being polite. "of course you can! i'll be back in 5 to 8 minutes, you two can finish your interesting conversation."  the waiter would answer, finally walking away.

"damn, that was close." miles would say, wiping the sweat of his forehead. "anyways, when i first got my powers, peter told me not to tell ANYONE my identity. it would put me in so much risk and danger. so dangerous i couldn't even tell you. i'm so sorry (y/n.) i'm sorry for everything. also, i know what you're thinking. i trust you, i trust you with my whole fucking life. i love you, (y/n.)"

you would smile at him. how does he always win over your heart? "i love you too, miles. and i forgive you, i'm glad you told me in the end tho. i was worried about you." jesus, my boyfriend is... spider-man? that's mad cool. he does all the tricks and spins? such exaggerated swagger of a black teen.
"so, peter is dead?" you'd questioned.

"yes but no."  miles would reply. "this is gonna be hard to explain so get ready. basically, ther-" he'd get cut off AGAIN by this annoying ass waiter. she's just doing her job, but damn! "i'm here with your spriteee!~ sorry for cutting you off again." she'd place the drinks down on the table. "are you ready to order now? i'll bring breadsticks!"

miles would turn his head to the waiter. "thank you." he reply, sternly. "can i get spaghetti and... what do you want, mi amor?" he'd asked.

"can i get shrimp alfredo?" you would reply. "how long is it gonna take?" asking the waiter.

"hmm, about 20 to 30 minutes. coming right up! i hope you enjoy your drinks." she would say, writing down your order and soon walking away.

"as i was saying... basically, there was a inner-dimensional rift? anyways, as we know... there's different dimensions. so different me's, different peter's, even different you's! so one the peter's from the other universe came here. so now he's trying to get back. understand?" miles would explain. "you look really confused but you'll get it soon..."

"yeah... i'll get it soon. but, you can't tell me this, miles! wont you get in trouble?" you would state, being worried for the danger of him AND you.

"yeah, i'm not really supposed to. also, i think our waiter is gwen." he would say, glaring at the waiter.

"who's gwen? and why is she our waiter..." you'd ask him. "she's one of the spider... woman?" he'd reply. "from one of the alternate dimensions."

"oh... why is she here? is she spying on you?" you would whisper, looking back a little.
now who the fuck is this random bitch spying on us? does she like miles? you'd say to yourself.

"she's walking back! act normal. i'm gonna confront her." he would whisper back. gwen started walking back to the table, plates in hand. "here you are, shrimp alfredo and spaghetti!" she'd say, keeping up with the fake waiter identity. "gwen?" miles would say. "why are you spying on me and (y/n.)?" he would interrogate her.

"uhh, who's gwen? my name is... gwendala!" she'd tried to lie. she looks so fucking dumb right now. i want to hit this bitch so damn bad. you'd think to yourself. "we know it's you, gwen." miles would glare. "like i asked, why are you spying on me and my /girlfriend/."

"peter told me too... he knew that you were probably gonna tell her. don't tell him that i said that though. PLEASE." gwen would beg.

"first of all, lay off me AND miles. you seem pretty obsessed. second, let me get a take out package before our food gets cold. we taking this home, for free. unless you want miles to tell peter." you would demand. as the scared white girl she is, she would run off and start getting the takeout boxes.

"that was sexy. anyways... let's start getting ready to leave." miles would say, standing up. gwen would come back as you two were putting your coats back on. "put the food in the takeout box for us, gwendala." you'd say, fixing your dress. gwen would hand you the food. "h-have a great night." she'd say. you would take the food, flipping her off.