What? All I said was 'You're Pretty' || Miles G. Morales E:42

Okay, let's start this shit (intro basically?)

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Here's how this shit is gonna go...

I'm Delirium Rose and I was bit by some radioactive spider, and I'm Brooklyn's one and only 'Spiderman,' but that's not really my alias, it's Arachne. Now, I hang around the Prowler, we help each other, work together (He didn't like me when we first met.) And that's not how this whole thing started either. I obviously had a life before everything changed and kinda went to shit because I have no clue what I'm doin.

I live with my mama, my adoptive dad, and my younger sister in the apartment below Miles's, the prettiest boy I've ever seen, Uncle's place in Brooklyn. Brooklyn is kinda wild, there's a lot of crime and violence, people seem to really like fire, and the cops fucking suck at their job, (and I end up doing a lot of it for them) but we had a nice place with nice neighbors and nowhere else to go. It's still pretty, kinda, it's raining all the time like where I used to like and I love the rain. I'm happy here, even if everywhere was chaos I found myself with an okay life where I was, mostly.

I had just started school at Brooklyn Visions Academy in the fall, no clue how I got in, and my sister started middle school around the time that I had gotten bit. Turned 15 about three weeks after the school year started. School makes me fucking miserable(overstatement) all the time, my mama wants me to go to college, so I have more opportunities to pursue an art career, just thinkin about having to go to even more school after I graduate makes me sick. Too many people, too many noises, too many dick heads that pretended to like me when they didn't from middle school.

Ion make very good friends other than my best friends and my brother, it's that 'same vibe different DNA?' type shit, god, that sounds fucking stupid, never mind, our moms are best friends, we've know each other our whole lives. My best friends, Nefeli, and Aj, they've been dating since middle school. Her girlfriend goes to a different school, so we don't see her that much and that's shitty, and her mom's bein a little bitch about them dating so they don't see each other that much anyway, but I miss my best friend, ya know. And my other best friend and her girlfriend, my ex, we're still friends though too, they hang with us.

I hate bein in or around big groups of people, it stresses me out, so ion really hang with my 'friend group,' 'cause it's a lot, and they don't seem to care if I'm there not, which also kinda sucks. The thing is, Nefeli was the one who got everyone together and introduced me to everyone and they're chill and don't hate me or anything, but I feel hella left out whenever we're all together 'cause they're always makin plans to hang out and shit and it's kinda like I'm not actually present and there so they never try to include me in the plans. Nefeli really likes them, I like them too, they're great, like I really to like them, but it's just a lot.

Nefeli was one of the most divine and genuine people I ever met. Her faded half bleached half black hair is usually an afro, in braids, in twists or pulled back. She's curvy and taller than me, basically everyone is I'm only 5'0, and she was one of the only people I liked lookin up at. When she would do her makeup, she would do lashes with different vibrant colors on the outer corners and vivid, bright eyeshadow and it contrasts so, so beautifully on her dark skin. I loved my best friend.

When I look at myself, I don't like what I see. My lips are chapped and bruised all the time because I bite the skin off of them outta nervous habit. My face turns pink all the way to my ears when I'm embarrassed out of my mind, (or-Fuck, never mind.) I'm short and my hair is a mess because I always chop it in that bathroom in the middle of the night after a freakout, or box dye it the second I get paid. I have a nice body, or so people say I just don't see it that way. I'm self-conscious when I'm not wearing the right clothes and it's so annoying and the lovely urge to chop off my tits half the time isn't the most welcomed feeling either. I'm pale and covered in freckles and I just wish I could tan more so people would stop using my white side as an insult, it bothers me too, no need to point out how fucking pale I am and tell me I'm not what races are in my blood. Which is also so weird to me, but whatever.