Miles was your friend, one of the best of them. you had met not too long ago when Miles had just entered visions. Unlike him, you had attended private schools your whole life; you were quick to show him the ropes.

Your willingness to help the new guy got you an easy friend. You were always making sure to laugh at his cheesy physics jokes and excuses for his usual late arrivals.

He even trusted you enough to reveal his big secret; he was spider-man. a secret only Gankee—and the other out-of-this-earth knew.

Somewhere last summer, something else started to linger, at least from his side. Sure, he had always considered you to be somewhat pretty; but the closeness only expanded this growing feeling.

How could he not like you? you were smart, always getting amazing grades, you had good music taste, you hyped him up to continue drawing, and even his parents liked you.

You sat on top of a building; for him, it was much easier to get there, one swift swing of his webs, and he landed just perfectly. For you, however, it took a few minutes of long stairs. But it was all worth it in the end.

"You forgot to multiply that." Miles pointed to your notebook, where your annotations laid. his own was a messy mix of numbers and sketches on the edges of the pages. "See, 'cause when you do, you can actually calculate the acceleration."

This was usual for the pair of you, study definitely not dates on the warm afternoons.