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Colds & Secrets (M)

Third POV

An (H/C) haired girl quickly walked through the halls of Horizon her footsteps echos on the tiled floor, as it was class time. "Why did Miles have to forget his lunch?" You muttered. You see you had gotten sick over the weekend allowing you to stop coming to (Y/S) (Your school) at the moment. Miles fussed over you constantly and although you enjoy his hugs and kisses you didn't want him to get sick either. Playing around with the surgical mask you were wearing, that was making the air stuffy and making it hard to breathe. Finding his lab your gloved hands turned the knob and knowing he wasn't in there but his packed lunch on the table. Seeing a piece of black and red cloth sticking out of one of the many boxes in here you giggled lightly at how messy but organized Miles could be at the same time. Lifting the edge of the box you gasped at what the actual cloth was. "No, no, no, no..." You muttered. Tears weld in your eyes as you caressed the cloth in between your fingers. Folding it neatly you put it back in the box and closed the box. You got up from sitting on your legs and leaned against the wall. Warm tears blurred your vision as your body uncontrollably shook. "Do you not trust me, Miles?" You muttered even though he wasn't there to hear you. You fell to the ground, your legs unable to keep your weight. Tear cascaded down your face and the only thought that was in your mind echoed and made your chest clench with pain, air not coming into your lungs. You tried to stand up but your shakily legs made you fall and your ankle hit a chunk of metal on the floor. "Ow!" You yelped and tried again your ankle protesting in pain. "Well-Well crap..." You muttered getting to the door with a bit of struggle. Sliding it open you looked around for anyone and spotting no one you hurried down the hall, seeing as the class would end in a few minutes. Rubbing the tears from your eyes you cast your eyes downward walking down the long hall when a voice interrupted your emotional self destructive time. "Is that you (Y/N)?" Mr. Modell said. "Er um Hi Mr. Modell..." You said quietly not really feeling like talking to anyone at the moment. "You okay?" He asked with concern. "Yeah just sick." You looked at him, pointing at the surgical mask you were wearing that was making it even harder to breathe with your crying a couple of minutes earlier. "I'm sorry to hear that get better soon." He said smiling at you. It made you want to vomit seeing a smile at the moment when you felt your entire emotional being shattered, which it probably did. "Thanks." You said speed walking to the doors, shoving them open and starting to run, pulling down the mask so you could breathe while running in the process. Tears stung your eyes but flew behind you as you ran to your house.

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By the time you got to your house, you were out of breath and a mess of tears grabbing your keys from your pocket and unlocking the door you pushed it open walked inside, and slammed it shut. Knowing both of your parents weren't home you ran up to your room and slide down the doorway. "Don't you trust me, Miles?" You whispered repeated it like a chant although no one could hear you like the last time. Your skin felt uncomfortable hot and felt like you were going to puke rubbing your already pink nose you got up and ran to the bathroom feeling quite queasy. You leaned over the toilet, the stomach acid coming up and burning your throat, and leaving a horrible taste in your mouth. Sitting up loose strands of your hair stuck to your face as you tried to breathe. You got up and winced at your ankle which was now swollen. You flushed the toilet and rinsed your mouth and gently washed your face with warm water. You wiped a few stray tears and walked back to your bedroom and changed your clothes into a nice warm (whatever comfy clothes you like) and grabbed a blanket flopping on your bed and turned the news on. Sighing you turned away thinking silently. 'Now I still want to be Mile's girlfriend it's just...maybe I won't tell him I know....yeah but I'll still worry about him, in the news. Aw crap, why did this have to happen to me......?' You laid back and our hit the pillow as it started to drizzle outside. You fell asleep to the sound of the rain.

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You felt a dip in the bed next to you and arms wrapping around your waist pulling you into a chest and you managed a small smile. Turning over and opening your eyes just a bit you saw Miles grinning face and it almost made you want to puke at the amount of happiness that radiated off him. Closing your eyes you pulled him into a tight hug burying your face in his shoulder. "H-Hey what are you doing? Are you feeling okay?!" His voice went up an octave at the end of his sentence but you shook your head. "Just tired." You said quietly subconsciously gripping him tighter. Miles calmed down a bit and smiled softly and hugged you back your legs tangling together. 'How peaceful.' Miles thought to nuzzle his head into your (H/L) hair. "Miles....." You quietly whispered your voice quivering and Miles responded uncertainty and worry evident in his tone, "Yeah (Y/N)?" You felt the hot tears prick your eyes and you tried blinking them away but they wouldn't go away and only blurred your vision. "I'm sorry." You whispered and clenched your hands. Miles did a double-take. "For what my sweet?" You felt the tears finally painfully escape your eyes against your own wishes. "For worrying about you so much, and finding out about your secret." Miles paused. You meant how he was Spider-Kid right? Why else would you worry so much, everyone gets semi-involved in Spider-Man battle since most had civilians around. "I'm sorry!" You croaked tightly clutching Miles and he tightly hugged back. "You have nothing to be sorry about." He said softly and you made a noise of confusion. "Except maybe eating my cookies that one time..." He muttered and your lips pulled into a small smile and a chuckle escaped despite how your stomach churned uncomfortably at the thought of food. Miles and you stayed like that for a while on the bed just holding each other. Two weeks later Miles was sick. The plus is you didn't have worry about him getting hurt by villains the next few days.

Word Count: 1150

I hope you enjoyed this! It was originally supposed to be fluff ;-; but I guess I just really like writing intense scenes, anyway I hope y'all enjoy your day/evening/morning! -Comet