Love - Spider Man Homecoming ~ Chp. 1
- I’m uploading this because it’s one of my smallest stories so far chapter wise.
- Full title: Love and War; based on song by Fleurie
- No warnings; just bland really since it’s just starting
- gif not mine ⬇️
1st Pov. Rose
My mother used to say, “Realize that if a door closed, its because what was behind it wasn’t meant for you.” She told me this first 12 years ago, with each new beginning, with each new ending. The last time, it was the day she chose to leave my father.
I thought she abandoned me, now… I think it was for the best. My father did things, terrible things, but I forgave him long ago. I wouldn’t be who I am today without his exp…. His curiosity. I love my father, no matter the crime. It never mattered.
I sat up slowly, my eyes squeezing shut from sunlight invading my window shades. My feet fall to the floor, the waxed floors making my ankle white socks slide againsts it. I push to a stand, stepping down my father’s white loft hallway. I turn to my left, switching on the large mirror light, the white tile walls making the room brighter.
I grab my blue hair comb, my tight brown curls untangling with each stroke.
“You’ll have to be taking the metro railway for school. My new job gives me a driver only for work.” My father says, his hair swept up and back, his blue eyes sticking out against his grey silk button up. His hands tightening his royal blue tie, his eyes scanning my appearance.
“Okay.” I reply lightly, my dark brown eyes sweeping back towards the mirror. I spread some toothpaste on my toothbrush and begin to brush. My father’s height seemed to tower over my own 5’4”. He steps away towards the large kitchen area, the smell of coffee brewing quickly fills the air.
I spit out and wash my mouth out, closing the door after and stepping to the glass shower a few feet away. I twist the handle up, stream filling the air as the water heats up steadily. I sigh, stepping in as the water relaxed my muscles.
I rub lotion on my caramel skinned arms, my hands evenly spreading it across it. I stop, wiping my hands on a towel and grabbing my shoes. Zipping up the small zipper on my black leather heeled boots. I stood, patting down my knee high dark jean skirt, my white blouse tucked in but hanging out slightly. I grab my brown silk jacket and fold it over my left arm; lifting my grey backpack, I turn to enter the hall, moving towards the kitchen.
“Rose, I wrote a metro train schedule down. Here’s the address of the school.” My father says, handing me a pamphlet and a post-it. I glance over the paper and slide it into my jacket pocket. I look up at my father, his eyes scanning my face as he slid his hand forward across the marbled countered island. I look to see a blueberry muffin and a cell phone together on a plate.
“I got you one for your internship with Mr. Stark. I expect you to not screw this up. His influence can profit us both.” My father says, moving towards the front door next to our modern style living room.
“Curfew is at ten.” He continues, slipping on a dark navy suit coat and bending slightly to grab his dark brown satchel from the hanger next to the door.
“Oh, and..” He pauses, my eyes connecting to his.
“Join a club, something.” He finishes, pulling the door open and slamming it shut. I grab the muffin, sliding the phone into my right pocket and stepping to the door. I glance back into the apartment as I began to close the door to leave.
“I’m on it, TS.” I say quietly, making sure my earpiece picked up on the answer.
“Welcome to Midtown School of Science and Technology. I’m the head mistress, principle, Melissa Hampton. Here’s your schedule, with the specific floor plan and classrooms. I have the A,B.C. and D, parts of your schedule highlighted. Also I wrote a list of extracurriculars and sports.” A middle aged woman says, her hair a graying blonde, her body slumped but straight.
“Thanks.” I reply, passing the principal with the pamphlets and notes she gave me. I step down the blue and white halls, a TV monitor into the corner of the walls showcase announcements and other things from a media class. I bypass students of many looks, popularity, religiousness, geekiness, nerd-ness, etc.
I paused only about 94 locker spaces from 1000, my fingers quickly twisting in the three digit(s) code. I slid in some notebooks and pencils, my hand pulled out a chemistry two book. I close the door, and turn to walk.
“Not interested.” I reply quickly to a dark tan boy wearing a straight edged collared shirt. A heard a chuckle beside me, my eyes connecting with bright walnut coloured ones. The boy’s smile faded slightly as I glanced over his slightly whiffed brown hair, light skin, and his lean body structure. I blush lightly as turn away heading towards my class on the third floor.
- 847 words
- Should get better the next few chapters….