requested by TinyAvegent

Happy Thanksgiving to all of my friends that celebrate! I pray that you all have a wonderful time with your friends and/or families. i thank God for many things in my life - including you guys! You're all so wonderful and I am truly blessed to be able to write stories for you all <3 

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You weren't able to travel home from Brooklyn Visions Academy all the way back to your home state for Thanksgiving, and it seriously bummed you out. Ganke was no help - he wasn't allowed to invite anyone to Thanksgiving, since he was travelling out of the city to eat with his strict grandmother. But Miles didn't hesitate. He invited you, ensured that it would be okay, and then told his mom and begged for her to say yes. 

"Miles," she complained, taking the turkey out of the freezer to thaw. "I'm used to cooking for three people, you know-"

"No you aren't, Mom!" he said. "When Uncle Aaron was alive-"

"Shhh!" she hurriedly hushed him, and he shut right up. "Alright, let her come. I'd hate to be responsible for your girlfriend being alone on Thanksgiving."

"She isn't my girlfriend, Mom," Miles whined. 

"Who isn't?" Miles's dad asked as he came into the house. He kicked off his boots, hung up his coat, and went over to his wife. After he gave her a sweet kiss on the lips (making Miles look away in disgust) he said again, "So who isn't our boy's girlfriend?"

"That friend of his," she said, "that ___."

"Oh, the girl that waits for him on the steps of the school? She totally is." 

"She isn't!" Miles said, his cheeks getting hot. 

"Miles has a crush, baby!" his dad said, laughing loudly. "And now he's bringing her to meet the family..."

"Ugh! Okay, I got homework to do, so-"

"How you got homework to do? You're on break, boy!"

Miles pretended he didn't hear his dad as he continued to tease him.

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On Thanksgiving Day, you got there a little early. When you knocked on the door, Miles answered it, and he looked extremely happy to see you.

"Hey. Sorry - am I too early?" you asked, cringing. 

"No!" he said quickly. "I mean, no. I'm glad you got here now. Come on in."

You came inside, whispering thank you as you stepped out of your shoes and took off your scarf and coat. Snowflakes were dusted on the top of your head, quickly melting in the heated home.

Miles parents were rushing into the living room a second later.

"Oh! Welcome, ___! Make yourself at home - I made coffee for my husband, if you'd like some too. Or there's soda in the fridge... do you drink diet or regular?" 

"Either are fine-" you said, blinking. 

"I have to tell you, you look so beautiful," she gushed. "Miles, tell her she looks beautiful."

"Mom!" Miles said through clenched teeth.

You laughed nervously, biting your lip.

"Jeez..." He pinched the bridge of his nose.

You looked at Miles and smiled softly, feeling your cheeks warm as you looked at how embarrassed he was. You nudged him gently, and he looked at you and gave you a closed-lipped smile, then nodded up to his bedroom. 

"C'mon, I'll show you the stack of comic books I told you about," he said.

"Okay," you said. 

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At dinner, you and Miles sat on one side of the table and his parents sat on the other. There was a variety of food, some traditional, some things that his mother always wanted to cook from her own childhood. But your plate was full and you had people around you.

"Thank you so much," you said, "for letting me be here with you guys. I don't want to seem like I'm intruding on your family time or..."

"Please! Any friend of Miles is family to us," she said. 

"Another slice of turkey?" his dad offered, and you smiled and nodded.

"Please," you said. 

As you held out your plate for him to refill with turkey, the television that was left on in the living room, which was attached to the kitchen, turned to an emergency broadcast - showing newly discovered footage of Spider-Man stopping a pair of thieves that were also setting places they robbed on fire. Spider-Man had barely gotten out of the scene, swinging off with the pair of two thieves tied up and being dragged behind him.

You swallowed thickly, forcing yourself to not look at Miles. You knew that he was Spider-Man, but no one else did.

"Oh my gosh," his mother muttered, shaking her head. 

"Some people just need to leave the hero work to the police officers," his dad added.

"Sometimes we need all the help we can get," you tried. "Right?"

His parents shook their heads, and you swallowed thicky. Miles wiped his mouth and cleared his throat.

"Mom, can I be excused? Just for a second?" he asked.

"Sure," she said. 

He hurried and went up the stairs. You took a bite of your stuffing and a sip of your drink, and then Miles's mom jumped out of her seat. 

"The pie!" she shouted. "I left the pie in the oven!" She hurried to the stove and Miles's father sighed. 

She opened the stove and a puff of black smoke came out. She screamed for her husband.

"Hang on, baby, I'm coming..." He started to get up. "Excuse me."

You nodded, and once they were distracted, you got up and ran up the stairs, looking to find Miles. 

You found him in his room. The door was wide open, and he was sitting in the windowsill, looking out on the alleyway behind his house.

"Miles?" you asked. 

He didn't look at you. "What am I doing here?"

"What do you mean?" you asked. 

"I don't know," he said. 

You sat down on the windowsill with him. You didn't know what to say, so you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close. 

He hugged you back slowly.

"You're a hero, Miles. And I know you're young, and this is hard, but you're so good. You have no idea how good you are." You pulled back and smiled at him. "I'm thankful for you, Spider-Man."

He smiled. "Is it the right time to tell you that I'm in love with you?" 

"Duh," you said, and you wrapped your arms around his neck to hug him again.