Michel was weird. Not weird in a way that was typically associated with teenagers, but weird in a way that had Peter’s spidey-sense blaring out a warning every time the kid so much as looked at him. He was Peter Parker’s own personal walking migraine, because he apparently had those now.
And it was all because of that stupid Michel kid. The stupid Michel kid with his stupid, awful, apparently dangerous problems that was giving this poor spider themed superhero daily panic attacks. He had had enough. Yes, Peter had finally decided to push past the ever growing spidery migraine and the innate sense of danger that was telling him to get out of dodge IMMEDIATELY AND WITH OUT HESITATION, and figure out what the hell this kid was up to. And maybe kick his ass for good measure because THREE FUCKING WEEKS OF NON STOP MIGRAINES.
FUCK YOU MICHEL.
So yes, ‘fuck you Michel’ was his mindset as he crept around the corner he’d seen him duck behind.
But fuck you Michel wasn’t enough to prepare him for what he saw. Because, Vampire’s? Really?! God, as if his life wasn’t weird enough.
@vampteen










