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The day was slow for Miles. There were no active villains, no school today, and his parents were out on a date. Usually, he would love this. What better way to spend a day than alone and drawing the whole time? But for some reason, today was not an average day. He itched to be with someone else, but there wasn’t really anyone else that he could be with. At least, not in his dimension.
The solution? Bug the Spiders of the other ones, of course.
Gwen wasn’t busy at the moment, having fought a battle earlier on and having no one to occupy her time now. Hobie had just wrapped up something too, so he was currently quite free. Pavitr however, was quite busy with his girlfriend.
The new solution? Bug him .
It was a rather unanimous decision from the other three, and reluctantly Pavitr admitted that Gayatri did not mind their arrival. They were only hanging out, nothing super special, so she was more than welcome to have some of Pavitr’s Spider-Friends over. Though Pav minded a little bit, he knew they likely would come over anyways, so he made the choice to simply give them the go-ahead.
Despite his initial hesitation, the moment he saw the other Spiders, he was immediately ecstatic, welcoming them warmly. Gayatri was right behind him, smiling and welcoming them warmly. The other three lightly teased Pavitr about his girlfriend, and Gayatri half-heartedly defended him; half-heartedly as in joining in the teasing while pretending to defend him.
The group gathered in Pavitr’s home, sitting in a rough circle around his living room. The conversation was mostly Spider-Person talk, conversing lightly about battles and stories and various other responsibilities. Though Gayatri could not quite join in on these bits, she seemed just as engaged in the conversation as everyone else, jumping in when she could about other topics.
“Sometimes people are just so … you know?” Gwen babbled, picking at the pins and patches on Hobie’s vest. “Like, ‘Hello, there’s something going down here, you should move. ’”
“So true,” Miles said. He was draped rather casually across the couch, his legs resting on Hobie and Gwen’s laps, his torso taking up the rest of the space. “Civilians need to just be… better sometimes.”
“It’s not always that easy.” This turned the eyes of the room onto Gayatri, the present civilian. “Maybe you guys should be better, then we could escape easier.”
This caused Pavitr to let out a brisk laugh, pulling her in closer from where they were cuddling on the armchair. “If only it worked like that.”
The conversation carried on, everyone poking some fun at each other however they could. The air was full of a sort of childish fun, something relaxing to all the Spider-People who were usually so tense and on guard. And somehow, Miles had ended up on the floor. Hobie took up his previous space on the couch, and Miles simply accepted his fate on the floor.
“Hey, I’m going to go get something to drink, I’ll be right back,” Pavitr quickly cut in, patting Gayatri’s shoulder softly as he removed himself from the room. There was a soft murmur of acknowledgments, eyes briefly glancing towards the Indian boy as he disappeared into the hall.
A few moments after he was out of sight, Gayatri pulled out her phone, opening it and scrolling through something before leaning into the circle. There was a cheeky smile on her face, and she held the phone as though she was about to show them something so incredibly important.
“Do you guys want to see Pavi’s emo phase?”
This caught everyone's attention instantly, and they all sat up. Amongst the verbal agreements and nods, down the hall could be heard a very loud, “ WHAT?!” . That was then followed by a frantic, “ Nonononono- ”, accompanied with quick, heavy footsteps coming back down the hall
Before Pavitr could pop back into the room, Gayatri revealed the images on her phone to the group. The date on the photos showed them to be a few years old, when Pavitr would have been in middle school. And it was certainly a sight, with the Pavitr of today nowhere to be seen.
Instead of wearing bright and pale colors like he usually would, he was instead wearing dark jeans and a black tee-shirt. In most images, he was wearing some earbuds and looking blankly into space. His beautiful, perfect hair was still long, beautiful, and perfect, though it was now styled to hide half of his face. The only pictures that he seemed to show any emotion in were the ones that included Gayatri. In those, he would look at her with nervous eyes and a light blush across his face. How adorable.
Behind Gayatri, Pavitr slid across the floor and back into the room, almost knocking into the wall in his urgentness. Equally as urgent, he almost threw himself over the back of the chair to try to snatch the phone away before any more damage could be done. Hobie was able to grab it first, continuing to look through all of the Emo Pav photos. Pavitr slumped down over his girlfriend’s shoulder in defeat, burying his face into her neck.
“ Augh , whyyyy,” he whined, wrapping his arms around her softly.
“Aw, come on, it’s not that bad,” she said softly, a giggle in her voice as she kissed his cheek gently. “I think it’s cute.”
There were some light snickers, as well as some aw’s from the trio around the floor, and Pavitr groaned again. He wasn’t mad, only mildly embarrassed.
“Now this ,” Hobie chimed, “is some good information to have.”
Pavitr threw himself over the back of the chair, landing into Gayatri’s lap and curling up close to her. “I’m ruined,” he said, throwing his hand over his forehead dramatically, “this is the ultimate betrayal.”
Gayatri smiled softly, holding him close. The others continued to scroll through the old images, chuckling and lightly teasing Pavitr for that phase in his lifetime, but he didn’t really care.
Pavitr never got his drink, but that was quite forgotten at this point. This new information was quite important, and who needed a drink anyways?