flower punk

chapter 8: thinking

As Miles remembered the touch of Hobie's hand on his skin, he couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions. He tried to push them down, to forget about the man who was his enemy and yet, at the same time, was so tempting. But it was no use; the feelings were too strong.

He sighed, shaking his head as if to rid himself of the thoughts. "What am I doing?" he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. He was a hero, a protector of the city, not some schoolgirl with a crush on a bad boy. He had to focus on his job, not let his emotions get the best of him.

But no matter how hard he tried to push the feelings down, they kept bubbling up inside of him. He kept picturing Hobie's smile, imagining the feel of his hand on his own. And each time, he felt a flutter in his stomach, a rush of emotions that he couldn't quite put into words.

He sighed again, running a hand through his hair. "What is wrong with me?" he muttered, almost to himself. He couldn't afford to get distracted by a man who was everything he stood against. But at the same time, he felt a strange pull towards Hobie, a pull that he couldn't quite explain.

He shook his head, trying to push the feelings down once again. "Focus, Miles," he muttered. "You're a hero, not a fangirl." But even as he said the words, he couldn't help but wonder if it was really true. For the first time in his life, he felt confused, unsure of who he was and what he wanted. And the thought of losing control, of letting his emotions rule him, was almost too much to bear.

Despite his best efforts, Miles couldn't shake the feelings that were swirling inside of him. He felt like he was on the cusp of something new, something that he didn't quite understand, and it was both exciting and terrifying in equal measure.

"What am I doing?" he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, as he paced back and forth in his bedroom. He felt like he was caught in a tornado of emotions, emotions that he didn't know how to control. And the thought of letting those emotions take hold, of losing control, of giving in to whatever it was that was brewing inside of him, was almost too much to bear.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You need to get a grip, Miles," he muttered, almost to himself. He needed to be strong, to be in control, to not let his emotions rule him. But at the same time, he felt a strange pull towards Hobie, a pull that he couldn't quite explain.

And yet, as he stood there, lost in thought, he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of fear and excitement. He felt like he was on the cusp of something new, something that he didn't quite understand, and it was both exciting and terrifying in equal measure.

And then, as if triggered by some invisible force, Miles let out a loud fangirl scream, letting all of his emotions burst forth in a single, explosive burst. "Oh my God, what am I doing!!!" he screamed, his voice filled with a mix of drama and amusement, his eyes wide with excitement. "I can't believe I'm freaking out like this over a guy!!!"

As Miles' scream echoed through the empty room, he couldn't help but giggle at himself. He felt like an idiot, a total and complete idiot, for getting so worked up over a guy. And yet, at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of excitement, a sense of something new and different.

He shook his head, trying to push the feelings down. He needed to focus on his job, on saving the city, not on some guy who he hardly knew. And yet, no matter how hard he tried to push the feelings down, they kept bubbling up inside of him.

"Okay, okay," he muttered, still giggling to himself. "I'm going to ignore this and just focus on my job." He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "I'm Spider-Man," he muttered, his voice filled with determination. "I can't let my emotions rule me, not when there are people counting on me."

And with that, he took another deep breath, letting it out slowly, and then set off into the night, determined to focus on his job and not let his emotions rule him.

But even as Miles tried to focus on his job, he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of fear and excitement. He felt like he was on the cusp of something new, something that he didn't quite understand, and it was both exciting and terrifying in equal measure.

He tried to push the feelings down, to focus on his job, to not let his emotions get the best of him. And yet at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a strange pull towards Hobie, a pull that he didn't quite understand, and it was both exciting and terrifying in equal measure.

He shook his head, trying to focus on his job, to not let his emotions rule him. But no matter how hard he tried to push the feelings down, they kept bubbling up inside of him. And then, suddenly, as if triggered by some invisible force, he found himself talking to himself, talking to nobody in particular, just talking to himself.

"What am I doing?" he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "What is wrong with me!!" He shook his head again, running a hand through his hair. "Just focus on your job, Miles," he muttered, almost to himself. He needed to be strong, to be in control, to not let his emotions rule him. "You're Spider-Man, dammit!! Your job is to save the city, not to fret over some guy!"

And with that, he took another deep breath, letting it out slowly, and then set off into the night, determined to focus on his job and not let his emotions rule him.