Be Mine

"you got soul // you got too much soul"

This chapter's lyric is from "The Oogum Boogum Song" by Brenton Wood.

Read as you see fit here- a warning for a small detail about dangerous Spiderman escapades.

Enjoy!

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BRAM POV

JUNE 14

"Leah! Stop kickin' my seat."

"You were asking for it. Putting on Post Malone. I'd honestly prefer the radio," Leah snarked back, like she could've thought of nothing worse.

"I'm tuning all of you out," I chimed in from the front seat.

"Peter's legit reading right now."

"Watcha reading, Peter?" I tried.

"Proofreading an English summer work thing I just wrote in five minutes."

"Flex," Nick said.

"I will throw this phone at you," Peter retaliated, deadpan.

"I would say 'are we there yet,' but I think Abby would pull over and make me walk," interjected Simon at random.

I nodded. "This is why I got to ride shotgun. You're all acting like children." Unperturbed, my friends snorted with laughter as Abby pulled into a Dunkin' Donuts drive-through.

I rolled down my window to let the pleasantly warm summer sun shine in. Abby took roll call for orders and we all antied up a few bucks.

"Done," Peter announced once we'd driven on past the speaker. "I just hit submit."

Someone shoved in the back high-fived him. I flashed a thumbs-up. He'd probably been scrambling with summer work, considering how busy he was. He'd had Abbie moving into the Parker apartment to alleviate some of Harley's going-away stress, and then wasting time with us on a daily basis, too, of course.

The person working at Dunkin that morning stretched their arm out and handed us two cardboard holders of seven different coffees. We guzzled them and tried to wind down from the caffeine before we got back home.

JUNE 17

I gulped a little nervously and straightened out my shirt in front of the mirror. This evening, I was wearing a blue button down and nice black bottoms. My mom had said the outfit complimented my skin tone and my eyes. I could tell that if my science-minded mother was dipping into some hidden reserve of interest in fashion, then she was definitely anxious about going to dinner with my dad.

My birthday was tomorrow. Call me selfish or just call me a fool, but I'd told my parents all I wanted for my birthday was a civil meal with both Mom and Dad. The three of us.

My mom had smiled weakly, and my dad just nodded and said How does Thai sound? My parents had never fought a ton before the divorce, but it had still felt slightly surreal.

I combed my hair- more out of habit than necessity, it was even shorter than usual in the summer- and took a deep breath, reaching for my bedroom's door knob.

Stopping me mid-step, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I slipped it out and smiled.

hey babe, have a great night!! Don't party too hard, i need you up at midnight so i can call and sing happy birthday!! XD :)