Novel & Cerita Miles Morales Fan Art

Miles loved working on his art in total solitude, quiet and undisturbed. White lights lit the basement but not too brightly. He probably liked the fairly mysterious lighting. Maybe it helped him get in the mood to paint? Miles stood in the middle of the room, and his pants looked overused with patches of different colors. "You're the only girl I know who doesn't like chocolates." "I'm just really full," I replied. My stomach just protested at the thought of artificial flavorings and processed sugars. The juicy, meaty steak he cooked for me satiated my appetite.

“Miles, will I ever meet your parents?” He was surprised by the question. Timid, introverted Aiden Morales--the silent kid that could hardly talk to other students--wanted to meet his parents? “If you want to.” “No, I don’t, I was just wondering if you’d make me.” Miles let out a laugh. There he is. That’s the Aiden I know. “I won’t make you do anything,” he finished paying and received his new jewelry with a bow. “That is, unless it’s scaling a roof, joining a bonfire ceremony, or canoeing in the middle of the night.”