Spiderman ※ m.c

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Although Ashton completely forgot about it, Michael couldn't stop thinking about the bathroom incident. He also couldn't stop thinking about soccer that one day. They just didn't add up to him, it didn't make sense. Michael's been too scared to do the stupid hand sign again, and he definitely did not want to start running.

Ashton may have forgotten all about soccer, but his gym teacher sure hasn't. He's been bringing it up to Michael every fricken day. Michael sort of wants to see what other abilities he may have. Like maybe he has super strength so he can throw his teacher down the football field. (That would surely make Mellie fall in love with him.)

Michael's been having trouble living these days. And it's not like he's having a hard time seeing the point in living, no it's not that. It's that something has changed and he can't seem to live life normally like he used to. He'd wake up in the morning and he practically has to rip his body off of his bed and blanket. Well, not his full body is stuck to the blanket. It's more like his back, feet, and hands. He doesn't know what's happening to his body and he's considering going to the doctor, but then he remembers he hates the doctors with a passion, so he cancels the idea.

Other than the getting out of bed thing, his feet are hard to get out of his socks. So he's been wearing the same pair of socks for a week and a half now. He also has to be very careful when he holds things, specifically when he's using his fingers. Things get stuck to his fingers very easily. Michael has taken countless showers to see if he had something sticky on his body, but it didn't work. He also hasn't told anyone anything about his weird bodily issues. He's never told Ashton anything weird about his body anyway.

Currently, it's lunch. Michael is sitting next to Ashton and Luke in the lunch room. They're blabbing on about something Michael doesn't care about. He's zoning out, as usual. He barely eats his lunch, which is pizza with fries on the side. He's staring out straight ahead of him, which is a good thing because that means he's staring at a wall and not a girl's boobs.

"Michael," Ashton calls him to get his attention. He jabs him in the arm with his elbow. Normally, Michael would mutter an 'ow' and flinch. But for some reason, this time, he didn't. He looked over at his friend casually.

"What." The way he said it didn't even make it seem like it were a question. Luke leaned over from his spot to see if Michael was okay.

"Luke and I were talking about the new Marvel movie coming out in April. Do you wanna get midnight premiere tickets? The trailers haven't even come out yet, but I know you love that stuff."

"The new Captain America one?" They nodded their heads at his question. He leaned back in his seat before shrugging. "Sure. How about we invite Mel and Iz?"

"Yeah, Luke would loooooove that," Ashton teased. Luke leaned forward in his seat, his cheeks turning a bit red. Michael rolled his eyes before he finally took a bite of his pepperoni pizza. "Wouldn't you, Lukey? You'd love to see pretty little Izzy with her long, curly brown hair that just waves in the wind. You'd love to see her deep little dimples that are so like yours, and then you can marry her and have dimpled little babies."

"Ashton! Stop," Luke whined as he buried his face in his hands. Michael snorted as he devoured his pizza slice. He wondered just how much of the conversations he's been missing out on for the past week. He always zoned out during lunch, so it was normally the two of them chatting it up.

Michael started to eat his fries as he looked over at Luke. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. Ash has had the biggest, fattest crush on G--"

Ashton flew around in his seat and slapped his hand over Michael's mouth. Michael snickered from behind his hand, his face stinging from the contact for a millisecond.