Spider-Mila: The Webs We Weave

A Star is Bitten...Or Something Like That

Warning: I don't write weak ass shit. Great way to start I know. :/ But I don't, and if you are gonna read this, I don't want you to yell at me later saying I didn't warn you. So: I don't write weak ass shit. What does that mean? Well for this story, it means anything goes. Any ship can be realized or destroyed and anyone- I mean anyone- can die. Except Sofi. I'm not that evil. (The Green Goblin might be.) But if you are going to catch emotions from this fic, I am not going to apologize for it. Thats what I believe good writing is about; if i don't make you scream at me (playfully and painfully) in the comments, then I must not be any good. Besides, in the words of our newly created Spider-Girl herself, 'feel everything, that is the difference between living and existing.'

"Kaki!!!"

That's all the warning Camila gets before a pillow is impacting her face.

"Kaki, wake up!" Sofi's voice is loud, breaking through the cloud of sleep Camila had previously been in. "Ally says you have to take me to school today."

"Huh?" Blearily, Camila reaches over to her bedside table and grabs for her phone. Finding its not there, she grabs her glasses instead and slides them on.

"Ally said you have to drive me to school." Sofi explains as Camila looks around her bed for her phone.

"What time is it?" Camila asks, having located said phone and finding it dead. She must have forgotten to plug it in after texting Dinah all night.

"7:30." Sofi replies with a smirk. "I gotta be there in thirty minutes."

Camila groans, cursing the American school system and its inconsistencies; her college classes don't start up again for another week. "Okay." She sighs. "Have you eaten breakfast?"

Sofi shakes her head. "Ally told me to come up here and let you know its ready."

Camila nods. "Okay. Go tell her I'll be down in a few minutes and don't forget to thank her for making it for you."

Sofi nods, before disappearing down the stairs.

Sighing, Camila runs a hand through her messy hair and plugs in her phone, hoping to get some charge before she starts her day. Then, she looks up to be met with a sight that sends her tumbling off of her bed and onto the floor in a heap of limbs and pain.

Pushing herself up of the floor and heading to her closet to pick out an outfit for the day, Camila actively tries not to look out her window into Dinah's again. If she has any hope of getting over this tiny crush on her best friend, Dinah really needs to learn to close the blinds. Her best friend is straight she reminds herself. Besides, Camila has found herself staring at Lauren a little too long recently for it to be platonic. Normally, she wouldn't think anything of it if it weren't for the fact that she's finding the stares reciprocated. Dinah, of course, ships it.

Walking out of her closet- hehe she always finds that a little funny- in her regular plaid flannel shirt, dark tank top, skinny jeans, and Doc Martens, Camila forgets her previous vow not to look out the window. Luckily, Dinah is done getting dressed for work, if the Oscorp polo is anything to go by, and is holding up a message in the window via a notebook and a sharpie. (Camila suggested they do that after the Taylor Swift music video came out. Totally platonic suggestion.)

Bring me lunch at 12?

Camila rolls her eyes and sighs, writing back.

Ally's busy this morning, so it'll have to be Subway.

Dinah pouts at the thought briefly before brightening again and shrugging. She lifts up an 'ok' sign and blows Camila a kiss that Camila pretends to catch before disappearing from the window. Camila waits to watch her get in her car before grabbing a Snapback from her collection and going downstairs to greet her sisters.