today is milessmorales 's birthday so this is a little present i have for her <3 happy bday, love!

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The sun was starting to come up, but Miles couldn't care less. His eyes were heavy from getting absolutely no sleep, and his bladder was achingly full after the amount of sugary soda he consumed to keep awake, but he was excited, happy, and eager to finish up this project.

He was coloring away in his sketchbook. Hunched over his desk, he had his desk lamp on as the only source of light in his room. If either one of his parents knew he hadn't gone to bed yet, they'd yell at him.

Miles! they'd say, Tell me you aren't staying up working on some card for a girl. No way, son, you're not jeopardizing your education for a girl!

Miles almost rolled his eyes at the image of his parents scolding him like that. As he switched from a yellow marker to a blue, he thought to himself, this girl is worth it.

He finished forty minutes before his alarm went off. Although he wanted to continue to fight sleep, he crawled under his covers and shut his eyes. He was snoring three seconds later.

It felt like the shortest forty minuts ever. Suddenly his alarm was ringing, and he was swinging his legs out of bed. Swiping his hand down the ground, he found two mismatched socks and pulled them on. He grabbed his uniform and then stuffed his headphones and markers into his backpack.

Making sure he at least had two semi-okay outfits, he packed his suitcase, put his backpack on, grabbed the wrapped gift and card, and left.

His eyes were aching: he needed sleep. But he had a goal today. He'd get to school early and decorate your locker before you arrived.

Walking downstairs, he saw that getting up fifteen minutes before he usually did meant he got see his parents look like real zombies.

"Miles?" his mother mumbled, taking long drinks from her coffee. She placed her mug on the countertop. "What are you doing up already?"

"I need a ride to school early," he said. He held up the present.

"Oh. Of course." She picked up her coffee and walked around her husband, who had just finished putting on his uniform. She reached up and kissed him. "Will you drive Miles to school early today?"

"You doin' this for that girl?" his dad asked.

"Yeah," Miles said.

"She better be a good person, boy. Good student, good citizen-"

Miles snorted when he heard good citizen. But he assumed being Spider-Woman and saving people alongside Spider-Man would make someone a good citizen.

"She's great, Dad," he said. "Can we go?"

"Yeah," he said. "Grab something for breakfast."

Miles grabbed a granola bar and then his mom kissed him goodbye (over and over and over). Finally, he was in the back of the cruiser, too eager to get to school to really care about who may see him.

Besides, he really didn't care about people seeing that his dad was a cop anymore. It wasn't like you cared that his dad was one, and you were the only one he cared to impress.

In the silence of a song playing quietly on the radio, Miles sent you a birthday text. Just a simple-

HAPPY BDAY 🎈🎉🎂

-because he really wanted you to have low expectations of what was going to happen today, so that when you opened your locker, he and Ganke could get a picture of that one stupidly adorable and silly surprised face.

That's what he wanted.

You replied back in .3 seconds:

Thanks, babe.

That's all I get?

"Tell this girl of yours I said happy birthday," Jefferson said, glancing in the mirror to look at his son.

"I will, Dad," Miles said. He smiled.

"It's tough on us, you know?" he sighed. "You're our boy. It seems like you're just too young to be finding her already."

"Finding her?" Miles asked.

"You act just like me when I first met your mom," was all he said.

Miles just smiled.

His dad pulled up in front of the school. "Alright kid, have a good week. I will see you Friday for sure, possibly Wednesday."

"Sounds cool," Miles said.

"I love you, Miles."

"I love you too, Dad," he said easily, and then he went inside.

He found your locker and opened it up. Quickly, he placed the wrapped gift on the pink shelf you kept in there. Then, grabbing a piece of tape from the tape dispenser at the bottom of your organized locker, he taped the card to the door.

The card was just a piece of sketchbook paper. Your name was written in blue, and then in the bottom right was a picture of you and Miles that he drew. You both were in your matching Spider-Man suits, swinging from the same web. Surrounding both parts of the picture were bright yellow sunflowers. Miles smiled when he looked at it.

"Hey dude."

He jumped, looking behind him. Ganke was standing there with presents of his own.  "Oh, hey man. Hurry up, put 'em inside!"

"I am, I am," Ganke said, putting the birthday bag on top and a plastic container with a huge bakery cupcake on the side. "I brought, uh, this." He held up a small birthday banner.

"Yes!" Miles breathed. He taped it up and stepped back to observe it. "Good, looks great." He shut the locker door.

"There she comes!" Ganke hissed, pointing down the end of the hallway.

Miles grabbed him by the arm and literally dragged him behind the wall. They peeked out as you neared your locker.

"Wait for it..." Miles whispered.

Ganke held up his phone. As you opened the door, he snapped a picture. The flash went off, gaining your happily surprised attention.

"Surprise!" he and Miles both exclaimed. They ran over to you as you beamed.

"Oh my gosh, guys!" You looked from them to your locker.

"Happy birthday," Ganke said.

"Thank you so much, Ganke," you said. "You're so awesome." You hugged him and then looked at your boyfriend. Smiling, you pointed at the piece of art hanging in your locker. "You did this for me."

"How can you tell?" he teased.

You reached out for his hand. He gave it to you. Squeezing his fingers, you said. "Thank you. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

"Later today, I know a place downtown where we can put that on a bigger kind of canvas. I've been saving that spot for this."

Your eyes went soft. "Sounds great," you said. You reached up and kissed him on the side of his mouth. "Thank you so much."

"Happy birthday, ___," he said. "Now you gotta open your gifts!"

"I gotta?" You grinned.

"You gotta."

All three of you and your friends laughed. Ganke took pictures as you opened the presents, and even in this small little celebration, you were having the best birthday ever.

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The sky was dark, and you and Miles were currently thwipping through the streets, pausing to do flips and drop from certain heights and cartwheel off buildings.

"Now you're just showing off," Miles said as he swung by, seeing you backflip off a building and the wall.

You laughed, shooting a web and swinging around him. His web and your web collided, and as you were both forced to spin and spin, one of his arms found your waist and your arm went around him, too.

"Look, you can see it perfectly from here," Miles said.

You looked up, and sure enough, nestled on the tops of the buildings, on a very old billboard, was the spray paint version of the design Miles made for your birthday.

"It's beautiful," you sighed. You nestled your head under his chin. "Thank you for everything."

Through his mask, he kissed the top of your head. "Happy birthday, ___."