Roomie - Miles G. Morales | Earth 42 Miles Morales

𝟎𝟎𝟐. Twists

"Night, Clares."

Clara turned around, and smirked at Miles before going into her room. "Try not to dream of me, all right?"

As soon as she was laying in bed again, she started playing music in one AirPod, and fell asleep within five minutes. She woke up around 8 A.M., and was immediately awake. Normally she wasn't awake enough to get out of bed right away, but probably because she slept well, she did that time. When she walked into the kitchen, Miles was spreading jelly on top of his peanut butter sandwich, not realizing that Clara was awake. He was quietly singing along to a song playing in his AirPods.

Clara walked up next to him, and grabbed a coffee cup. "Morning." Sighing, she turned her coffee machine on, and placed her cup under it. When her shoulder touched Miles' bicep, she felt her face heat up, and she felt odd.

He turned around, and gave Clara a nod. "Morning." Going back to spreading jelly on his sandwich, Miles realized that Clara shouldn't be there. "Don't you have school?" Cocking an eyebrow at her, he took a bite of his sandwich, while Clara was still waiting on her coffee.

A half smirk lingered on her face as her cup was full of coffee, and she leaned against the counter with her back. "Told them I was sick. I really don't feel like getting stalked today." While Clara was chuckling, the both of them knew it wasn't a joke, and that she was actually scared.

Shaking his head, Miles jumped onto the couch, and turned on their TV. Clara followed his actions, only she calmly sat down, since she didn't want to spill her coffee. "Aight. If he's in your school, doesn't he know stalking's illegal?" He cocked an eyebrow at Clara, who shrugged.

"This guy's one of those stupid rich kids who buys their way through school." Clara scoffed, and turned her head toward Miles. He looked like he hadn't been awake for that long, either, since his eyes were still half closed. His voice was still in the attractive morning voice stage, and Clara basically folded whenever she heard it. "Your hair needs to be touched up, Miles. Jesus, why haven't I noticed this earlier?" She sighed while looking at Miles' hair, and shook her head.

As Clara put her coffee down on the table, and sat behind Miles on top of the couch to inspect his hair, he groaned. "Clares, no. My hair is fine." Raising an eyebrow, she took a picture of the top of his head, and showed it to him. "Damn! Please do my hair. I don't have to work today, anyway." The tone is Miles' voice showed that he was desperate.

The girl behind him laughed, and started softly pulling on parts of his hair. "Gladly. I'm gonna go take a shower, first. If you start taking your braids- By the way, I can do box twists, if you want." She jumped off the couch, and smiled at Miles. "Please let me do box twists."

When Clara walked up in front of Miles, put her hands on his knees and looked up at him with puppy eyes, he bit his lower lip, and his mind went crazy. Numerous things were going through his mind, not all so friendly. "Ay, dios mio.. Fine. Just- Stop looking at me like that." He sat back, and spread his legs.

Smiling, Clara stood up, and pointed at Miles' braids. "Take those out."

While he did that, Clara rushed into her room to get clothes and clean underwear, which took her quite a while. She rarely ever cleaned her room, and she forgot to put her clean underwear in her closet two days ago, so the spot where her clean laundry basket was was buried under school stuff, and clothes. When she finally got to her underwear, she dug through them to find her favorite dark red lace bra, with which she had bought matching panties.

Then, she quickly headed into the bathroom and turned the shower before she took her clothes off, and brushed her hair. Luckily, when Clara checked the temperature of the shower, it was just right. It only took her a couple minutes to shampoo her hair, put conditioner in it and finish it off with a hair mask, and wash her body. When she was done drying and putting her underwear on - Clara was extremely lucky she did - Miles walked into the bathroom.

"Can a bitch knock?" She scoffed, narrowing her eyes at Miles. He started looking Clara up and down, getting a smirk out of him. "Seriously, Miles. You knew I was going to shower, I could've been naked!"

Miles simply shrugged, still smirking at Clara, who grabbed her clothes. "I agree, that would've been better." As she quickly put on her clothes while Miles started wetting his hair under the shower. He chuckled when Clara slapped his neck, causing him to stumble for a second.

Clara then continued gathering stuff for Miles' twists, as he lazily got settled on the couch. "Lazy motherfucker." She whispered as she walked past him, grabbing her cup of coffee from earlier, and dumping it into the sink. Sadly, he heard her, and jumped up. When Clara started leaning against the wall, waiting for her coffee, Miles stood about a half a foot away from her, looking down at Clara with furrowed brows. "What the fuck?"

When she slipped away and looked at Miles with a confused expression, he shook his head. It was a lazy attempt at making a move, but he wasn't going to admit it was. "What? You taking too long before starting my twists, mami." Miles evilly grinned at Clara, who rolled her eyes, and sat on the arm of the couch, signaling for him to sit down.

Some people were going to think it was weird that Miles sat down between Clara's thighs, but he did that the first time she did his hair as a joke, and they discovered it was far more comfortable and easier than if Clara was standing. After three hours of constantly focusing on Miles' hair, she felt that she was getting tired. Miles had already fallen asleep, so she slowly slid down the couch, until she was in a more comfortable position, knowing that if Miles fell asleep, he was a deep sleeper.

After another hour of twisting Miles' hair, Clara basically felt her eyelids become heavier, and she felt relieved that there were only two twists left. When she was finally done with his hair, it was only a matter of seconds before Clara fell asleep, since she didn't get a lot of sleep that night.

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(BY THE WAY I KNOWWWWW THERES A LOT MORE TO TWISTING SOMEONES HAIR BUT LETS PRETEND FOR THE STORYYYYY)