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(Sorry not sorry for all the shit before the actual chapter but please read this)
Israeli government is actively trying to wipe all Palestinian existence off the surface of the earth, so please do anything you can and not support Israel by;
-not buying products which barcodes start with 729, and 871
-boycotting the big three:
• Disney (declared support for Israel by pledging $2 MILLION) - cancel your subscription and stop watching their movies -
• Starbucks (is suing its union for posting about supporting Palestine) - stop buying their products, DO NOT use costa coffee or Dunkin' Donuts as an alternative, they also support Israel. Instead go to local coffee shops or make your coffee yourself -
• McDonalds (donated free meals to the Israeli army and has changed their burger wrapper to the Israeli flag, replacing the Star of David with the McDonald's symbol) - stop buying any of their products, instead buy from local fast food shops or make it yourself, which is healthier. DO NOT go to Burger King, Pizza Hut, Dominos Pizza, KFC, Subway, Hardee's, or Papa John's -
But please do remember to stay respectful (don't inflict any harm!!!!!) towards Jewish people, because the Israeli government does not speak for all Israelis and Jewish people. What's happening is bad enough, and Palestinians won't gain support if we inflict violence upon pro-Israelis.
pro israelis feel free to argue w me
⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ 1.43 A.M., SUNDAY MORNING⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎
Clara looked at her suit with a tilted head and narrowed eyes, trying to figure out if it was good to wear. It hadn't yet been spray painted like she wanted, and it didn't have the little embroidered parts like in her design, but it was okay to wear once. Just to try it out, as Clara said. And, if she was completely unable to do anything, she'd still have a cool Halloween costume.
The day prior — Saturday —, she'd spent the whole day catching up on schoolwork, which was loads because she had to leave town for modeling for a couple days, and law students definitely don't have easy work. But, after she and Miles ate dinner she went straight to finishing her spider suit, and it was easier than she expected. The dark purple color was very aesthetically pleasing, but, with the decorations Clara was gonna add not being on there, it looked a little plain.
Clara quickly stripped herself down to her underwear, and slid into the suit as if it was nothing. Luckily, it was a soft but strong fabric, and hugged her body, so if she did decide to defy Miles, it'd be easy to fight criminals in it.
"He should be asleep by now." She whispered to herself, as she zipped her side up. It did make a loud noise at first, since Clara had a bit of trouble.
Before she did anything else, she checked if she could still shoot webs just as easily as before, and aimed her wrists at a corner of her room. And, before Clara knew it, she was crouching against the wall, and whispered something along the lines of 'gotcha, fuckface'.
But, she couldn't just walk out their apartment and be sure nobody would see Clara, and she couldn't jump out of her window, either, since that'd be extremely reckless and dangerous. Clara started pacing around her room, brainstorming about what she should do. I'm gonna jump off the roof, anyway. Why not my window? Taking a deep breath, she carefully and soundlessly opened her window, preparing herself for what she's about to do.
Clara could feel the nerves building up in her stomach the closer she got to jumping out of the window, taking in the beauty of the night in Brooklyn. "You can do this, Clara. You can do it. You can hang from the ceiling, so this is just as easy." She whispered, as she pulled the mask over her head and took a deep breath. If she didn't know Miles was doing all the illegal shit he did with Aaron as the Prowler, she probably wouldn't have even tried. But, she didn't want either of them to get caught, so she just quickly shook her head and jumped out of the window,
"Oh my god!" Screaming, she shot webs at the top of an apartment building across from hers, and flew through the air. Adrenaline was rushing through her blood like crazy, and as soon as Clara was on top of the building, she started laughing. It felt amazing to be flying through the air, and she couldn't help but wonder how that must feel when you're absolutely baked. I've got to try that out sometime.
But, before she did any of that, she needed to practice. Just like any normal person would do, instead of rushing into things and endangering your own life. I can't believe I'm basically Spider-Man. Maddie would go fucking crazy if she knew. God, I wanna tell her so bad.
While her mind was blowing up with thoughts about everyone and anything, Clara spotted another high building she wanted to swing to. So, she jumped off the building she was standing on then, and swung through the air.
Suddenly, she felt a hand on her waist making her change directions, "Hola, mami." A voice she recognized whispered into her ear, as their feet touched the ground of Clara's own apartment building.
"What the fuck?!" She turned her head, to see Miles shaking his head at her. Clara was panting, since she thought she nearly got a heart attack when she was in the air, "Jesus, Miles. Fuck you."
Miles frowned, and crossed his arms over each other. "That was dangerous. Ain't no way in hell you're doing that again." As he said that, he kept eye contact with Clara, wanting her to know how serious he was about that.
A loud scoff left her lips as she raised her eyebrows, "You can't tell me what to do. Besides, I was doing fine on my own, you didn't have to grab me like that." She rolled her eyes, shifting her weight from one leg to another.
"You're inexperienced, I did have to grab you like that." He replied, his gaze glued onto Clara. Miles had to admit, she looked good in the suit. But, he didn't want her helping him as the Prowler, since he didn't wanna bring her into unnecessary danger. "We're going back." On his way towards the stairs, Miles grabbed Clara's wrist, and pulled her with him.
"Hey!" She protested, "I was having fun. How'd you know I was out there, anyway?" Clara pulled her wrist out of Miles' grip, and narrowed her eyes at the back of his head.
"I didn't. I was on patrol." His voice was cold, and a bit distraught, like Miles was thinking about something completely different, and wasn't really paying attention.
And, Clara noticed that. And anybody who knew Miles a bit knew better than to disturb him or annoy him, so she just stayed silent until they reached their apartment, without crossing paths with anyone else, luckily.
"You're not doing that again." He scoffed, as the both of them entered their apartment. It was dark and you could barely see anything, but Miles' Prowler mask — which was only half enabled —, lit his head area up just so Clara could see his stern expression.
As she let herself fall onto the couch and turned a small light on, she rolled her eyes. "You can't tell me what I can and cannot do." A laugh escaped her mouth, as she pulled her mask off her face and threw it aside. "And, you should let me help you and Aaron. I think—"
"Well, you thought wrong. Throw the suit away, and pretend like you never got bitten by a spider."
A demand. A demand? This bitch must be high or something to be thinking he can give me demands.. Clara thought to herself, shaking her head as she did. And rightfully so, who'd even think of giving their roommate demands? "You can't control what I do. Have you even talked to Aaron about my proposal? He loves me, I'm sure he'd think differently."
Another scoff left Miles' lips. What's his problem? "No. I haven't even told him you know. Just drop this shit, alright? It's dangerous, Clares." Miles sighed, sitting down on the couch, next to her. He grabbed the remote before Clara could, and quickly turned Boondocks on, while still wearing his Prowler attire.
"But, if I go out alone, wouldn't that be more dangerous?" Clara smugly grinned at Miles, who let out an exasperated sigh. "Come on, Miles. Please." She pleaded, folding her hands together and pouting.
He turned his head to get a good look at Clara, and Miles noticed that there was actual desperation in her expression. She did go out of her way to make a suit.. "Fine. But you're not coming with me on any tasks. I'm only gonna teach you where you should and shouldn't go." He snarled, which was weirdly out of character for him — towards Clara only, that is.
In celebration, Clara jumped up and smiled at Miles, before feeling like she needed to vomit, and grabbed the back of the couch as she put a hand over her mouth, and bent over. "Oh—" The feeling was so bad, that she couldn't even get words out. She simply sprinted to the bathroom, and arrived there just in time to puke into the toilet. "Fuck.." Groaning, Clara quickly tied her hair into a ponytail, at the same time Miles walked in to check on her,
"Yo, you okay?" He asked, crouching down next to Clara. His voice had returned back to normal, only, it was laced with worry. While Clara was in the process of nodding, she quickly turned towards the toilet again before she puked on Miles. "Yeah, that looks okay." Yep, he's completely back to his usual self. Miles shook his head, when Clara — once again — vomited, bending over the toilet as he kept her hair back.
Luckily, Clara didn't have to vomit anymore, so she quickly rinsed her mouth at the sink, while Miles flushed. "Where did that even come from..?" She sighed, as the roommates walked out of the bathroom in complete silence.
"Fuck should I know? You okay, though?" As he put one of his hands on Clara's back as they sat down, he sighed deeply. He didn't feel like doing that in the middle of the night, but it was Clara, so he had to.
Clara shrugged, she didn't really feel sick. What she really did feel, was disgust from the taste of vomit in her mouth. "I'm fine. Maybe it was aftermath of getting a heart attack when you grabbed me in the middle of the air." Scoffing, she narrowed her eyes at Miles, and rolled them.
The once worried look on Miles' face turned into one of annoyance, there was clearly something bothering him that he hadn't told Clara. "Don't be like that. You were putting yourself in danger." He sighed, slightly shaking his head at Clara's stupidity.
"Don't be like what, exactly?"
"A bitch." Miles said it without thinking, and immediately regretted it when he realized what he'd said, "No, I didn't mean it like that."
But, it was too late. Clara felt — rightfully — offended, and she stood up while scoffing loudly, "Gee, thanks. You're a real asshole sometimes, Miles. Night." As she walked behind the couch and past Miles, she quickly flicked her fingers onto the back of his head.
"Come on, Clares. I didn't—" Don't. You'll look desperate and shit. Miles told himself, as he sighed and rolled his eyes at Clara. Why am I so worried that she's mad at me? It doesn't even matter.
"Night, Clares." He grinned at Clara, before she shut— well, slammed the door shut behind her, obviously ticked off by him.
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I just vacuumed a spider out of my room cause it was so fucking big I'm terrified.
bye this literally sucks ass😭 writers block is crazy bruh