light shower

i needed you

You thanked Ms. Rio as you sat down on Miles's bed, she said you could wait in his room until he got back. Miles told his Mom one of the many cover stories while he went web-swinging.

Miles had told you a while ago about his role as Spider-Man, you even met Peter a couple of times. You were so proud Miles got to do something he loved, but you also barely saw him. The days you got to spend together were sparse, and even then he'd have to cut those hours short to go save the city.

You walked around his room, scanning over the piles of
homework and books, the pictures of him and Ganke even Quinn showed up in a few. You stopped and picked up a picture of you and Miles in preschool, you were covered in painted macaroni and Miles was splattered in glitter and glue.

You put the picture back down a small smile on your face. Sitting back on his bed you decide to just sit and wait for him.

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You lifted your head from his pillow hearing a light clang,
followed by a curse. "Miles?" You asked softly not
opening your eyes.

"Y/N, What are you doing here? Its nearly midnight?" Miles asked, his voice laced with concern. He tore his mask off tossing it onto his desk making his way over to you.

"I uh, I needed to talk to you," You spoke softly, stifling a
yawn.

"Can it wait until tomorrow?" Miles asked leaning against
his desk.

"You always say that," You mumbled and Miles looked at
you strangely.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Miles inquired moving across his room out of your sight to strip his suit off. "Nothing," You stated. "It's obviously something," The boy countered moving back to stand in front of you, still half tying his sweatpants up.

"What's wrong Y/N/N?" his hands find your waist and he pulls you in. "I miss you, Miles, I'm pretty sure this is the longest conversation we've had in months," You pointed out,
while Miles's hands roamed your sides his hands following the dips of your curves.

"Don't say that, we hung out the other day," he defended. "We went to that coffee shop, the one down on third."

"Two months ago," You stated. "Plus it got cut short
because you had to go help Peter with some of Simone's
men." Your face turns red in anger.

"Oh come on Y/N, you know how much this means to
me," Miles argued raising his voice. "I don't have time for-"

"What? Me? your pathetic girlfriend." You snapped pushing past Miles to storm out of his room.

"Y/N!" Miles called following after you. You ignored his
and Rio's calls, swinging their front door open and making your way down the stairs. "Y/N wait!" You threw the building's door open, stepping into the snowed street. "Y/N!" Miles grabbed your arm spinning you back to face him.

"Miles I-" You cut yourself off feeling your breath catch in
your throat. "I can't Miles, I can't keep waiting. It hurts
and I don't know what to do, we're meant to be there for
each other, but I never see you. I need you but you always have something else to do." you rush out your face falling into disrepair.

Miles' face softened not expecting you to say that. You always knew how to make him smile, the second you walked into a room the energy just lifted, he never expected you to feel this way.

"I'm sorry, I was selfish," Miles spoke. "I didn't realize I was being a dick, just come back inside we can have dinner and we can watch a movie, anything you'd like then tomorrow we can talk and relax. I'll tell Peter I can't swing with him."

Miles waited for you to respond but instead, you wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him tight.

"You're so goddamn annoying," You said making the both
of you laugh. "You gotta carry me Spider-Man." Miles
rolled his eyes and picked you up like you weighed nothing and in his case you didn't, pecking you on the top of your head he carried you back up the stairs and into his home.