MILES MORALES is a genius who hides his intelligence behind a cool-guy facade.
TARYN MERRICK is an artist who uses other people's property instead of a canvas.
(miles morales x oc)
*on hiatus*
𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙄𝙎 𝙊𝙁𝙁. Ever since Miles got bit by that strange spider, his head has been spinning, his hands sweaty, and he's extremely paranoid. He considers raising his concerns to a teacher just in case the spider was poisonous, but something in him tells him to keep it to himself. Hopefully he doesn't die on this field trip.
Miles tries to keep it cool around everyone and just follows behind his class mates as they follow a tour guide spewing random facts no one really cares about, and apparently Taryn has the same idea. She's still acting suspicious, but Miles doesn't have time to worry about her. He could literally be dying at this moment.
It's probably all in my head, Miles tells himself. I'm fine. I'm just overreacting.
A kid a few meters away laughs loudly. Miles jumps and spins around at the noise, the sound vibrating in his ear drums.
When his eyes land on the giggling girl being tickled by her father, he takes a deep breath.
Calm down.
He rubs his temples and turns back to the group. His eyes jump around the backs of heads of his classmates until they lock with a pair of brown eyes. He quickly looks away when he catches Taryn staring at him.
She doesn't look away. She can't help it, though; Miles is acting so weird, and if anyone in the room should be, it should be herself. He's not the one planning on graffitiing the same pristine walls where Vincent van Gogh's "Starry Night" and Andrew Wyeth's "Christina's World" hang.
The tour guide leads the class into another room full of sculptures. Taryn takes the opportunity to slip away from the crowd.
Miles notices, but he doesn't really care what the loner girl is up to because he thinks he's actually dying. His vision gets wonky as he pretends to observe a sculpture the guide talks about.
What is wrong with me? What was wrong with that spider? Miles thinks as he wipes the sweat from his forehead. Why are my thoughts so loud?
"You okay, man?"
Miles's head snaps up at Ganke, who is watching Miles with a furrowed brow.
Miles wipes the sweat away again, but the sweat under his armpits shows as he lifts his arm. "Yes."
Ganke cocks his head to the side. "You're really sweaty."
"Not really."
"Oh." Ganke frowns and glances back around at his new friends crowded around and flirting with a pretty girl with a MoMA shirt that reads STAFF on the back. He looks down at Miles. "Okay then. See you around."
He turns, his eyes lingering on Miles, and returns to his friends.
Miles rubs his forehead and wills himself to calm down. Just as he starts to get himself under control, one of the students of the field trip claps as they laugh at something their friend said. Miles startles, then groans.
This is going to be a long trip.
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