Miles Morales: Competition

3: Reunited

When I thought that my life was completely over, I decided to pick up the phone and call Ganke again. I honestly was surprised when he picked up the phone. It had made me feel loads better hearing a familiar voice again.

It was lower and more American. I liked the new Ganke, even though he had never changed from being a tech-guru and stuff.

"Miles, man, you excited for the Harlem fest I told you about?" Exlaimed Ganke from the other side of the line. Man, he sounded hyped.

"Yeah. Shame you aren't early though." I moaned slightly, sliding my back against the wall, while reminding myself of the painful distance between Brooklyn and Harlem.

"What do you mean, not early?" Suspicioisly asked Ganke. "Go to your front door."

I swore to God that if it was a prank then Ganke Lee was so dead. I kept the phone on , so that Ganke could hear me making my way to the door.

I turned down the handle slowly and pulled it to my right, recognising the figure to be Ganke's. I was so happy that I dived in for a bro-hug and shocked him with it.

It felt nice to have him back.

"Are you staying in Harlem, too?" I implored, letting go of him.

"Hell yeah, man." Agreed Ganke, smiling as the steam from his breath had escaped. "Get something warmer, it's snowing, dude."

Right. A white T-shirt would not do for this weather at all. I laughed off how silly I was to wear the shirt and ran back inside to put something on.

I pulled over a red sweatshirt and a large black winter coat. I also tied up my Timberland's and went back down the stairs to meet back up with Ganke.

"Come on, we're gonna be late." Yelled Ganke from outside, raising his arms up.

I had heard him the first time and had decided to just come out already. No need to hold back time if you need to be at your mom's Public Campaign and a festival.

I opened the door and made my way down the steps, collecting snow to form into a snow ball. Once I had reached the bottom, I had thrown it at Ganke, whose face transformed into surprise, when he felt its icy fingers touch his neck.

"Hey!" Screamed Ganke, weakly, while beginning to walk in time with me. "Dude, I am so filling your suit with snow. Are you still wearing your suit?"

"Yeah. You know, just in case." I replied shyly. I didn't want to admit that I kinda had an attachment to the suit. "It's gonna be fine."

I allowed Ganke to walk ahead of me and through the snowy pathways. The sky was dark but the objects below it were decorated with multicoloured Fairylights.

It was Christmas time in Harlem, which was also kinda the more exciting part of my new home. People were singing Christmas carols and dancing to the rhythm of festivity.

"See, this is my favourite part about living in Harlem. Pop-up street fair, best food in the city, awesome music." Began Ganke, hardly looking at me while we walked.

"Man, this would be great for the last beat I was working on." I strongly agreed, looking again at some of the people's cheery expressions near the stands. "I should get back into mixing."

"Yeah, it's been a while." Replied Ganke, still ahead of me in our walking race.

While we were walking, I saw a cute girl working on some street art. It looked amazing. I knew who she was. She was Hailey Cooper, a graffitti artist well-known across East Harlem.

Her hair was a dark afro with a side fringe. She had a grey headband, a deep turquoise jacket and a black and white striped scarf. Her jeans were black and her skin was smooth.

I had always found her work inspiring and decided to give her a gesture, which I thought would signify to her that I was into her.

"What do you think about Rio Morales?" Asked Ganke, leaving us to begin walking past Hailey. "You gonna vote for her?"

"Still hard to think of mom as a politician." I spoke. "She's been a teacher my whole life."

"Similar skill sets, right?" Tuned in Ganke, trying so hard to make a correlation between both careers. "Rallying people, educating them, making sure they don't throw things at each other."

Ganke was a really funny guy when he wanted to be, which was one of the reasons he was my best friend. The walk seemed less bothersome now that we were talking to each other again.

We were now firstly headed to my mom's political campaign to see how she did. I really hoped she'd win, even though I still had a hard time picturing her as Mayor.

☆WARNING: Some quotes were used from the actual game so the credit goes to Insomniac Games for 'Marvel's Spider-Man: Miles Morales'.

Also I hoped you enjoyed and God Bless Y'all!☆