Miles G Morales

you were going on vacation with your friend group, it was 4 girls and 4 boys. you were one of the girls, miles was one of the boys. everyone in your friend group was dating, except for you and miles. you hated eachother,

the car was crowded, so some had to sit on each others laps. of course, everyone chose to sit on their partners laps. but this had meant you would have to sit on miles’ lap.

. .

you were by the window, sitting on his lap as you leaned against the window. it was dark, 2 in the morning to be exact. everyone was asleep other than you and the driver, right?

you didn’t know if miles was awake or not, so you decided to stay silent. suddenly, the road had gotten bumpy. you were constantly being pressed against something hard. you roll your eyes, “miles, your phone is poking me.”

miles finally speaks, but his voice is different. it wasn’t deep and nonchalant as it usually is, it was soft and shaky as if he were crying.

“t-that’s not my phone..” he whimpers softly: