Miles and Isla are from the same dimension. They've been best friends since they were little, and continue to be inseparable. Isla Parker is Peter Parker's cousin, his mother being her mother's niece. Isla doesn't know about Peter being Spider-Man...
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... "You miss me? I still live here." ... Monday - 7:25am | Earth 1610
Isla shoved a bagel in her mouth as she rushed around her house, grabbing all of her school stuff and shoving it in her bag, not bothering if it was neat or not, a decision she might regret later, but she didn't care.
"Mama, where are my shoes?" Isla asked loudly across the house, messing with the collar of her uniform.
"On the stairs!"
Isla groaned, and walked over to the stairs and saw her purple, black, and white Jordans sitting on the bottom step. She quickly put them on, tying the laces tightly to make sure they didn't come undone in the middle of the day.
"Love you, Mama! Have fun on your trip!" Isla yelled, before opening the door and leaving to head to her best friend Miles Morales's house.
Isla walked as she fought her bag to zip. Isla groaned, knowing that her decision to throw all her stuff in her bag willy nilly is now a regret. Isla reached the steps of Miles' house and opened the door, still trying to zip her bag up.
"Hey! Isla! I was wondering what time you were gonna show up." Jeff, Miles' dad smiled, high fiving her. "He's in his room."
Isla smiled and darted up the stairs, hearing Miles singing from the end of the hallway. Isla peaked her head in his room and saw him drawing another one of his stickers as he muttered along to the song, Sunflower by Post Malone. Isla snuck up on him and grabbed his shoulder and he screamed.
"Isla! Why?! Are you trying to kill me?" Miles asked, holding his hand to his chest as Isla was laughing.
"Miles! Miles! Miles!" Jeff yelled, spooking both Miles and Isla.
"Yeah! Yeah?"
"Are you finished packing for school? Isla's already here!"
Miles looked over at his empty, very unpacked, suitcase and grimaced.
"Yeah. Just ironing my last shirt."
Miles and Isla rushed around his room, Isla grabbing his school things and putting them in his backpack while Miles dumped a bunch of clothes in his suitcase. Miles quickly put on his jacket for his uniform, and opened the door.
"Where's my laptop?" He asked, his mom replying in Spanish as Jeff spoke up.
"If you want me to drive you and Isla to school, we gotta go now."
