Miles G. Morales

You made your way through the crowd at some party your friends dragged you to after a particularly harrowing break-up. You didn't wanna be there. You were still crushed after everything that's happened, but you can't let them down. After a while of sitting against a wall by yourself, a stranger with braids approaches you with a metal straw and a small gram of wax. "Wanna smoke?" He asked