𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 | miguel o'hara

• 19.

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What a great night to have a cherry flavoured cigarettes on a building rooftop. It's been one week since I haven't seen Spiderman and I am starting to loose hope to see him again. I can not lie or hide it, even if there is something going on between Miguel and I, I still miss Spiderman a lot. I miss him looking after me like a big brother, I miss him scolding at me because of my impulsive actions, I miss him getting all flustered whenever I get close to him.

I wish I didn't miss this, because this is completely crazy. I don't know his name or his face. This is so weird but yet, I want and need more of him. I don't know what is drawing me to him but this is slowly starting to get annoying.

My mask is raised above my lips as I am smoking this cigarette, thinking about this museum date I had with Miguel. It was truly amazing, I went for the first time with him and this was just awesome. I can't seem to find the perfect word to describe this feeling I went through when all he could look at was me. And every time I was asking him his thoughts on a painting, I turned to him and he wasn't even looking at the painting, and all he could say was "it's beautiful, I like it.", looking at me.

I find myself stupidly smiling. Not a single man has ever treated me like this before. I bite my bottom lip trying so hard not to smile like a little kid. But I suddenly hear footsteps coming from behind me. I turn around with widened eyes but I don't see anything. I am probably crazy but I am sure I just heard something.

I stand up and I hear the footsteps again, I crush my cigarette under my black boots before walking to a red brick chimney, I hide behind it as I slide my hand on my gun and take it from my thigh holster. I hear the footsteps coming closer and closer, my heart is beating fast.

When the footsteps seem to be close enough, I step out of my hiding place before pointing the gun at the stranger's face. My heart drops as I widen my eyes.

Spiderman raises his hands before tilting his head to the side. I immediately put my gun down and put it back in my holster.

"It's you..." I say relieved.

I bite my inner cheek trying so hard to hold back a smile. He is here, in front of me. After one goddamn week looking for him everywhere. Spiderman chuckles before stepping closer.

"Glad to see you again, Cherry." He tells me.

I missed him calling me that. It sounds pretty in his mouth. I look away, avoiding his gaze as I step back, but he steps closer again, hopelessly trying to lock his eyes with mine.

"I missed you." He unexpectedly tells me.

I raise my eyebrows in surprise before finally looking at him, meeting his gaze. He missed me? No way. Did he want to see me again too? He probably was also looking for me all week. He missed me. I feel relieved that we both felt the same way during this long week. I immediately stop stepping back and let him getting closer and closer.

"What?" I ask confused.

"You heard me right, ma. Don't make me say it again." He mumbles.

Oh, God. He sounds so hot right now. He has no right to tell me things like this without giving me his name or showing me his face. I want to slap him across the face. I bite my bottom lip anxiously. He gets closer before sliding his fingers on my jawline, the exact spot where he left a kiss the other day. I look up at him.