🕷 acatalepsy || • [ miles morales x reader ] 🕷

[ 1 | Neighbour ]

2 things- I finally finished drawing this books cover and I'm so happy with it! Got kinda lazy tho and just used a screenshot from the trailer as the background lmao

Second thing is, that the first chapter probably seemed really rushed because I wrote it at 3am and I wanted to get something out, so I'll probably end up adding to it. I kind of wanted the general idea of the reader's previous life out there.
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◈ Chapter 1 - Neighbour ◈
◈ Unedited ◈
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◇ "Wait, so how many of us are there?"  ◇

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Monday Morning - 7:32am | Earth-1610

"Open wide." Your mother asked, as you opened your mouth and she popped a plain piece of toast in it.

"Thanks for the breakfast." You expressed jokingly after you took it out briefly, smiling as she gave you a knowing look.

You glanced down at your watch, making your eyes open wider in alarm. "I gotta get going! See you on Friday, Ma."

Clasping the edge of your satchel over your shoulder, you gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before running out the front door. "Call me if you still don't feel well!"

Placing the toast back in your mouth, you managed to walk out of the house without dropping everything you were holding. Even after a year of attending Brooklyn Visions Academy, you were struggling to carry half the things you were required to take to school.

Right as you were leaving your front steps, Miles Morales, your neighbour, walked out too. You watched as he greeted the people surrounding him, even doing some sort of special handshake with who clearly seemed to be a close friend to him.

He was obviously quite popular. You wondered how he ever thought of associating with you.

Miles was charismatic, easy to talk to and fun to be around. You were more reserved and often kept to yourself unless you had a close connection with someone.

You shifted uncomfortably as those thoughts swarmed around your head, reminding you of your insecurities and worries. Not just worries for yourself, but also for Miles.

Just as Miles was walking backwards and talking to a girl from behind a fence, his warm brown eyes trailed over to you. And of course, you could feel your face beginning to heat up from the sudden attention.

Just as he was finishing his conversation, he fast walked - almost jogging - over to you, his suitcase trailing behind him.