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Now assigned with an essay from his teachers, Miles needed help. And if anyone knew how to help him, it was Aaron. The thing was, Miles wasn't going to Aaron for help on the essay, Aaron was an escape, where he could just be himself. Aaron still keeps a stack of Percy Jackson books in the corner for ( Y/N ), even the Heroes of Olympus pentalogy.

Aaron was the cool uncle who'd you could just be yourself around. He lived up in this small apartment in Brooklyn where Miles and ( Y/N ) had to use a fire escape in order to get up. They could tell he's home if 90's rap music was blaring ( yes that's where Miles gets it from ).

Aaron was relaxing on the sofa with one arm relaxing up and his boombox blasting music. His phone made a small ding and he clicked on the message, knowing who it's from. It read I'm Watchin' You!! with random emojis on the side. This made Aaron chuckle before glancing at the window.

He saw Miles, pressing his hands against the window and then his face. "Uncle Aaron! Hey, were you scared?"

The raspberry made Aaron give another light chuckle and he got himself off the couch before letting Miles in. Miles eventually was drifted away to the boxing heavy bag, continuously punching it.

"What's up with school?" Aaron questioned from the sink.

"Going great," Miles replied. "Tons of friends."

Aaron put down the sponge, shaking his head with a light smile. "Can't tell me it's all that bad there." Aaron headed towards the bag, holding it in Miles's direction. "Smart girls is where it's at. Place must be full of 'em."

Miles chuckled. "No. There's no one."

"I can't have a nephew with no game,"

"Hey, I got game," Miles glanced at the stack of Percy Jackson books in the corner before looking down at his feet, heading towards the sofa. "There's this girl, she's kinda into me. You know how it is."

Aaron closed the microwave shut, taking out the bag of popcorn. "What's her name?"

Miles's eyes widened, staring back down at his notebook. "Uh, you may know her actually."

Aaron glanced at the Percy Jackson books, getting somewhat of an idea. A smirk formed on his features as he turned back to his nephew.

"( Y/N )?"

Miles shrunk down in his seat, giving Aaron the clear answer he needed. Aaron chuckled, taking his seat next to Miles with the popcorn bag in his hand.

"You know about the shoulder touch?"

"Of course I do," Miles chuckled. "But, uh, tell me anyway."

"Tomorrow, practice on someone, then walk up to ( Y/N ) this weekend and be like," Aaron placed a hand on Miles's shoulder and a smirk formed on his features. "Hey."

Miles chuckled. "You serious, uncle Aaron? Have you met her?"

"I'm telling you, man. It's science!" Aaron stated.

Of course, to Miles and ( Y/N ) Aaron was like an Einstein in this department, but he didn't want to get it wrong with her. "So walk up to ( Y/N ) and be like, hey?"

"No, no, no, no. Like... hey," Aaron explained again.

"Hey,"

Aaron chuckled. "No... hey,"

Miles placed a hand on Aaron's shoulder, an awkward smile appearing on his features. "Hey..."

They both shared a chuckle as Miles let go of his shoulder.

"You sure you my nephew, man?" Aaron asked with a tint of sarcasm in his voice, then hearing his phone ding. "Is that her?"

Miles pulled out his phone, seeing a text message from his dad. He placed it back in his pocket and looked back down at his latest design. Aaron looked at it with a tint of pride, taking the notebook from Miles's grasp.

"You holding out on me? You throw these up yet?" Aaron inquired.

"Nah, you know my dad," Miles pointed out. "I can't."

"Come on. I got a spot they won't believe," Aaron reassured as he stood up from the sofa. "Invite ( Y/N ) too."

"I can't, I can't."

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( Y/N ) returned back to her apartment, her earbuds blasting a playlist from U2, her favorite artist. This is what her and Miles usually get into 'disagreements' over. Miles thinks Post Malone is the best, but ( Y/N ) knows it's U2. Once she reached the door, she pulled out her earbuds and twisted her key into the keyhole.

The door opened with ease and she was about to let out a loud sigh of relief, her back against the living room and kitchen. She was ready to let her guard down, until somebody clearing their throat made her jump.

Something you need to know about Susan, she's the nicest person in the world, which proves ( Y/N )'s theory that bad things happen to the best people. When she was younger her parents died and she had to live with Aunt May and Uncle Ben, who died and then she met her dad but then that took... a turn. Now all ( Y/N ) has from her dad is the Lightning Thief book he gave her before, well... ya know.

After the divorce, Susan started working small odd-jobs for money, but then ended up working at the hospital with Rio Morales, which his how they found out about each other's kids.

Susan was leaning on the kitchen counter with a glass of wine in hand, and another being handed to a woman with short white hair, her Aunt May. If Aunt May was here, ( Y/N ) knew Peter and Mj were too.

"Look who decided to come back," a smile appeared on Susan's features. "Miles at Visions?"

( Y/N ) nodded. "Yeah."

"Hey, there's my favorite niece!" Peter spoke up from the couch.

"Hey, Peter," ( Y/N ) smiled.

( Y/N ) drifted towards the kitchen, grabbing a drink from the fridge. From behind, she felt someone tapping on her shoulder, revealing it to be Susan, who was holding up a firework set with string wrapped around it in one hand and a sword ( that was probably cosplay ) in the other, both she found in her room.

"And this was for?" Susan questioned.

( Y/N ) looked down. "For the act three closer of my book report."

"The one that got you suspended?" May cut in, heading back into the kitchen.

"May!" Susan snapped in low volume before putting them down and placing a hand on ( Y/N )'s shoulder. "( N/N ), I love your creativity, but you're fantasy world is holding you back. Do you have any friends, besides Miles?"

"What's wrong with Miles?" ( Y/N ) mumbled.

"If only we could've afford Visions," susan muttered loud enough for ( Y/N ) to hear.

"But I don't like any of that stuff! I like editing clips from movies into music and reading fantasy books with convoluted backstories," she presented her copy of the Lightning Thief, which her book report was on.

Before anyone could say another word, ( Y/N )'s phone made a ding, and a message from Miles appeared. ( Y/N ) moved her thumbs across the keyboard, replying with 'yes' before putting her phone back in her pocket. "This might be bad timing, but can I meet with... a friend?"

"Sure."

aaron is our number one ☝️ shipper !! too bad... you know what happens. notice any
luz noceda parallels?

- see you soon, meg!