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Today was the day. With Aaron's new advice, Miles knew just who to practice the 'shoulder touch' on. He hoped this would turn out better than his new need for pants and the loud thoughts.

As he walked down the hall, he tried lifting his legs up and bending down in order to tie his shoe laces, but the short pants were making that difficult. That's not all, the loud thoughts were getting louder. He grabbed onto the straps of his backpack, looking around, hoping it was just someone else.

Just as he entered the main hall, he bumped into the one person he was hoping to meet again. "Oh, you okay?"

"What?" He lifted his arm, whipping sweat off his face.

Why am I so sweaty? he thought to himself.

The raised an eyebrow at him. "Why are you so sweaty?"

"It's a puberty thing," Miles's eyes widened, realizing what he said and quickly tried to think of a save. "I don't know why I just said that. I'm not going through puberty- I did, but I'm done. I'm a man... now."

"So you're like new here, right? We got that in common," Miles shrugged.

"Yeah. That's one thing," she replied.

"I'm Miles," he introduced himself with a short smile.

"I'm Gwe...." She trailed off, looking around the room before returning to Miles. "Gwanda."

Miles frowned in confusion. "Wait. Your name is Gwanda?"

"Yes. It's African," Gwanda explained. "No accent though, 'cause I was raised here."

Do the shoulder touch now before she walks away.

As Gwanda ranted on, Miles glanced down at her shoulder and slowly moved up his arm. It felt like he was in slow motion, not able to get out.

Gwanda smiled. "I'm Kidding, Wanda. No G. That's crazy."

Miles put the hand on her shoulder and a smirk formed on his features. "Hey."

"Okay, then. I'll see you around,"

"Oh, see you."

Now he would be able to try it on ( Y/N ) this Saturday, but things took a turn. Just as he was about to walk away, his fingers stuck onto her hair. He tried pulling on it, but for some reason his hand wouldn't let go, it was stuck like glue.

"Hey!"

"Oh, crap," Miles muttered."

"Um, can you let go please?" Wanda asked.

Miles tried pulling some more, but it wasn't working. Wanda grabbed his arm and they both pulled into each other, getting everyone's attention. They began spinning around, Miles tried everything he could to get his hand off. Students were laughing or filming from the side.

"I don't think you know what puberty is," Wanda remarked. "Just relax."

Miles nodded. "Okay, I have a plan."

"What?"

"I'm gonna pull really hard," Miles told her.

"That's a terrible plan,"

"One-"

"-don't do this," Wanda ordered.

"Two."

"Three."

Wanda pulled him down, lifting him up into the air and onto the floor.

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After getting out of the nurse's office, it felt like everyone was watching him... which they were. He shrunk his head down, clinging onto his backpack straps as soon as he stepped into the corridor. Nearly everyone had a smirk on their face or were doing their ( somewhat ) best to fight back laughs.

He wondered if they could hear his thoughts. Miles tried running out of the hall, blocking his thoughts out, but he couldn't. Before he could escape, he bumped into one of the guards.

"I know you snuck out last night, Morales," he informed him.

Play dumb.

Miles shrugged. "Who's Morales?"

Not that dumb!

Without thinking, he pushed the guard aside and burst out one of the doors, leading to the bridge that lead into the other hall. After bumping from wall to wall, he eventually ended up in an unfamiliar room, that was until spying a photo of the guard and his two other friends with his arms wrapped around them.

No...

Just as he was about to hide, his hand was stuck on the door, pulling him back. One of his Air Jordans fell off, but he eventually got off the door. Now he was stuck to his shirt, falling over the desk and accidentally turned on the Spider-Man Christmas soundtrack.

Why is this happening? He thought to himself.

"Hey, he's got a nice voice," he could hear the guard point out from outside.

His hands stuck to the wall, leading him the ceiling. He tried jumping off, pulling his uniform off in the process. As he was about to get off the ceiling, he bounced onto the chair and flung out the window, sticking to the brick wall.

Keep sticking, Miles!

"Oh!" Miles exclaimed.

Miles took one step over the other, but a pack of pigeons flew past him, one sticking onto his hands and starting to peck him. They lead him all over the building, eventually to his room.

"Oh, my room!"

The computer and a few books collapsed from the desk of his dorm room as he fell to the floor. A spider-man comic fell on his face from the top bunk, now sticking to his hand. One page caught his eye. "Why is this happening?"

"Please stop sticking," Miles read as he tried shaking the page off. "Please keep sticking..."

They're can't be two Spider-Men? Can there?

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"Come on, Uncle Aaron! Pick up!"

With no options or a plan, Miles was now running outside of Visions. Aaron went straight to voicemail, saying he was out of town. He then went straight to ( Y/N )'s contact, which she immediately picked up.

"Hey, what up?" ( Y/N ) spoke through the phone.

Miles panted for breathe as he got further down the sidewalk. "I-I think I'm.."

"You're gonna have to slow down, Morales," ( Y/N ) replied. "I can't understand a thing-""

"-I think I'm another Spider-Man," Miles informed in low volume.

"You think you're what?!" ( Y/N ) yelled.

Miles winced, realizing that he accidentally hung up on her. He put his phone in his pocket, accidentally bumping into another pedestrian. Just as a taxi was about to pass by, Miles flew off the ground, flipping over the vehicle and landing smoothly. Some cheers came from behind him as he ran off.