╰┈➤ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐧: 𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀,

she was always right. Okay, she was almost always right. Fine, she had her moments. And this was one of them. She wasn't even doing it on purpose, she was just addressing everyone as she always did. Calm,collected, intelligently. So really, it wasn't her fault.

It was his.

For Christmas, Poppy had gifted him four paid seasons of anger management therapy and it was very clear he hadn't put them to use.

Isla leaned to the side dodged the trash can Miguel had thrown at her head. "SHUT UP RAMIREZ!" He yelled. Isla scrunched her eye brows, looking around confused. "What the fuck did I do?" She muttered. Jessica shrugged, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"All I said was have we even considered that recruiting Miles might help us keep track of him? Y'a know so he doesn't blow another hole in the multiverse."

"I don't want him around here." Miguel spat, turning his back away from the group. Isla smirked, "Or you don't want him near Love." Miguel grabbed his chair launching it at her with full force. She dodged it with ease, rolling her coffe brown eyes. "Real mature Miguel."

The other spider people watched in discomfort as the two continued to bicker across the table. "Do we stop them?" Peter B whispered, Jess shook her head. "They always bicker." "Yeah but I thought they had gotten better." "Ain't no way you actually believed that."

"You're just mad because I'm right." "I'm not mad." "Oh so you threw that swivel chair at my head out of love then?" "Oh fuck you." "No fuck you." "No fuck-" Jess cut him off standing from her chair, slamming the palm of her hands against the table.

"The multiverse is in danger, we do not have time for you little lover's quarrel okay? Let's focus." Miguel and Isla side eyed each other, huffing. "She started it." Miguel muttered as he sat in his chair. Isla stared at him mouth agape as she crossed her legs, leaning back into her own seat.

"I hate you." "Feeling's mutual."

𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃,

happily away at her baby carrots, confusion painting her face. "Do we have lettuce?" She asked after she had swallowed. "What are you a fucking rabbit?" Isla murmured, making her way to the fridge.

"Well she has on multiple occasions been referred to as an angry baby bunny." Margo chimed in from the couch, mindlessly clicking through the channels. Poppy whipped her head around, eyebrows furrowed. "Who said that?" Margo titled her head, "Hobie?" "When?" Margo paused her flicking, sheepishly turning back to the TV.

"I wasn't supposed to tell you that." She muttered. Isla laughed, sliding Poppy a bowl of chopped lettuce.

Poppy shook her head, "I'm taking this lettuce to go." She grabbed the plate of baby carrots dumping them into the bowl of lettuce.

Isla frowned, "Why?" "There's a pop up store for this character Love likes, we're trying to get her a present. She's been down lately." Margo explained, grabbing her backpack. "Annnnd it just so happens that this character isn't as popular in your dimension." Poppy grabbed her tote bag from the couch, slipping on her ballet flats.

"So we'll have a better chance at getting in." Margo smiled as the two made their way towards the door. Isla followed closely behind, arms crossed. Poppy grabbed another piece of lettuce shoving it in her mouth. "We'll see you later okay?" She explained through chews.

Isla nodded watching as they twisted the doorknob. There in front of her stood the last person she wanted to see.

Poppy and Margo stared up at the taller man, Poppy smirked. "Miguel." "Parker." He crossed his arms frowning. "What are you doing here?" "I live here part time enculer what are you doing here?" Poppy glared at him, tapping the toe of her flat against the hardwood of Isla's apartment floor.

"I need to- I need to talk to Ramirez." He explained, attempting to shift his gaze to Margo instead as Poppy's doe eyes bore into his skull.

"Mhm hm." Margo crossed her arms. "Okay fine, just remember my room is the one at the end of the hall across from the bathroom. And I eat on that counter, don't be nasty."

Poppy took a step closer and he quickly stepped to the side. "Salut!" She called over her shoulder, Margo following hot on her heels.

Miguel took a deep breath once the French girl was finally out of view. Isla glared at him crossing her arms across her chest. "Why are you here O'Hara?" She asked, her tone laced with a annoyance.

"Jess said I need to apologize. Your idea actually made some sort of sense." He murmured, Isla rolled her eyes, uncrossing her arms as she made her way to the kitchen.

"Oh so you're not a freethinker is that what this is? You couldn't realize your behavior was unacceptable or that my idea was actually good all on your own." Isla spat, as grabbed the remote Margo had previously held, switching off the television.

Miguel rolled his eyes placing his hands on his hips as he followed her. "Isla I'm trying to apologize." "Try harder."

Miguel groaned, "God you're insufferable, listen you were right okay." Isla ignored him, folding her throw blanket and draping it over the arm of her couch.

"Be mature Ramirez." "You're such a hypocrite, you threw a chair at me." "And now I'm apologizing and admitting you were right." Isla turned around, pulling the pillow she was fluffing closer to her chest.

"Right about what?" She egged on, trying to hide her smile. Miguel sighed, looking down at his feet. He mumbled incoherently under his breath.

Isla cupped a hand over her ear, "What was that? I couldn't quite hear you." Miguel rolled his eyes, "Using each other to get out frustrations out is benefiting everyone."

Isla shook her head, "Getting your frustrations out. You really should invest in anger management classes."

Miguel rolled his eyes, taking a step closer to the fluffy haired woman, he threw the pillow out of her arms, wrapping his own around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"Why would I when I have you?" He whispered, bending down to place sloppy kisses on her neck. Isla hummed.

"Let me take you up on your offer." He whispered into her ear, the feeling of his breath causing a cold chill to run down her spine.

"In order to respect Poppy, maybe we shouldn't." Isla mumbled a she began to suck into her neck. "Maybe she should move back to her own dimension." Miguel muttered, trailing a path of kisses down to her collarbone.

"Miguel-"" "Isla please." He whimpered. Isla smirked, wrapping her hands around his neck, rubbing her fingers through his raven black hair, "Well, she never said anything about the couch."

𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙎𝙋𝙀𝘼𝙆𝙎!

I have a hard time writing this book because I actually don't care for Miguel much at all. I wrote it because my friend Angel asked me to.

So to make myself feel better I recently published a Miles book (not connected to any of the books in the trilogy.) and I'm going to update it today so you guys should consider checking it out.