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[yougetup]

Miles thinks that maybe summer school wouldn't suck so much if it wasn't in Darrow.

Of course, he wouldn't even have to go to summer school in the first place if he hadn't been sucked out of his own dimension in the middle of the school year, but at least it'd all be more bearable if Ganke was around. Or maybe it'd just be more difficult to actually get some studying done, because he has a feeling Ganke would be asking him a million questions about Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy and about that other Spider-Guy who just seems to hate him for no reason.

I really hope I don't run into that guy again tonight. I don't need somebody else telling me that I suck at this right now. I've already got a pretty good idea.

That's what happens when you take a year off, though.

First, he's got an entire chapter full of math problems to solve for tomorrow, and Miles finds himself in the library after school, trying to make sense of pre-calculus that he should have down by now. It definitely doesn't help that he was out late the night before as Spider-Man, and that he's been tired all day.

Or that the library is quiet and cool.

Before he knows it, he's nodding off, and doesn't even realize it until his head tilts forward and slams into the table in front of him with a loud BANG that echoes through the library.

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[myonlydefense]

It's hotter than he'd like outside and he's been at the beach more times than he can count this week already, so it's nice to be inside. Even if it means that he's just looking at all of Darrow's freaky history books again and listening to his headphones, it's a nice change.

He comes back from a break in the fiction section with a large pile of literature by Darrow natives, setting them down next to the pile of newspapers that allegedly are from five years ago when he sees the kid at the table next to him totally eat the table out of the corner of his eye. It doesn't look or sound good, and he winces sympathetically, leaning across the gap between tables.

"You okay? That uh, might be a sign to take a break."

[yougetup]

Ow.

"Ow," Miles groans, rubbing at the spot on his forehead that banged into the table. He looks over at the guy talking to him, then glances around the general area, hoping no one noticed.

Unfortunately, he's not that lucky, and even now, there are a few people casting disapproving glances in his direction. Maybe he should get some sleep tonight instead of checking out that shady place near the boardwalk.

"Sorry. Yeah, maybe," he says, "Late night."

[myonlydefense]

"Those happen," Stiles says with a sage nod. His eyes flicker down to the work that the kid nearly brained himself on and he gestures to it, tilting his head to read the cover.

"God, especially with pre-calc," he adds, not even bothering to hide his disdain. It's the middle of the summer, and this kid is busting his ass on math. "Summer school?"

[yougetup]

"Yeah," Miles says, the heel of his hand still pressed against his forehead, "I showed up too far into the year, so now I'm playing catch up for September."

He finally looks over at the guy, and has to hold back a look of surprise when he recognizes him from that first day with his suit. But this guy knows Spider-Man, not Miles, so it's not like he can say anything about it.

"It pretty much sucks."

[myonlydefense]

"Man, that does suck," Stiles says, empathizing probably about as much as he's making it worse. He nods, leaning over to look at the kid's work, then back at him. He looks like he's got more than a little too much on his plate, and Stiles gets that.

"I got here toward the end of the school year, so I may or may not have uh, liberated myself from the end of my sophomore year?"

He makes an 'oops' face, grinning immediately afterward before getting a bit more serious. "Can I help? I mean, I'm sure you've got things under control, but if a second pair of eyes helps, I kind of was awesome at pre-calc."

He took it before life got crazy.

Looking around to make sure that none of the intense librarians are around to shush them, he leans over to offer the kid his hand, coupled with a nod. "I'm Stiles."

[yougetup]

"Miles," he replies, and leans over to shake Stiles's hand. He figures he'll get the hang of his assignment eventually, but he's not about to pass up some help when he can get it. Not when time spent doing homework is time he could be spending doing Spider-Man stuff.

"And yeah, thanks, that'd be awesome. It's been a while, you know?"

[myonlydefense]

"I'm here to serve," he says with a joking salute, picking up his stuff and moving over to Miles' table... granted, without much of an invitation, but he figures helping a guy with his homework means he gets to sit at the same table. He sits next to him and leans over to check out what he's working on, nodding.

"Been a while since I've taken any of this stuff, but I remember most of it. When did you get here? Where you from?"

[yougetup]

Considering he offered to help Miles with his homework, Stiles switching tables to sit closer wasn't anything that even crossed Miles's mind that he'd be asked for.

"Brooklyn," he replies, and he has to think for a minute to even remember how long it's been since he showed up in Darrow, "back in February."

Holy crap, has it really been that long?

[myonlydefense]

"Heyyyy, a place I know!" And that's always a relief. He peers over at what Miles is working on and grabs his book, flipping through while he talks. "I'm from Northern California. ...California isn't like, obliterated by an earthquake or dinosaurs or nuclear bombs or anything where you're from, is it? I've been here since last year. Time goes by fast, right?"

[yougetup]

"Still there, as far as I know," Miles replies, and even with how weird everything had gotten around the time Captain America had been the president, he can say that with some confidence.

I almost got killed a couple of times during that whole thing, though.

"I've never been out that way, though."