#notajordancreaser
a/n: title is still pending, but the scene from ITSV when Miles was n his tip toes KILLS me to this day. anyway, here's chapter one! no banner rn because i'm still learning how to do that.
word count: 913
The first day of school is always hard. It only gets harder when it’s your first day of college at an elite university.
Iman’s first challenge, though? Moving in. As she and her parents lugged all her items into her community dorm, her stomach turned with anxiety.
“Momma, what if my roommate is a weirdo?” Iman questioned, her face scrunched up at the thought of living with someone she wasn’t compatible with. Iman looked around the dorm and saw that one-half had already been decorated. Her roommate’s side was decorated with shades of pink and blue, and posters for various rock bands were hung over the bed. She frowned slightly, unsure of living with a stranger.
“I don't think your roommate will be a weirdo, Iman. Just give her a chance! She sounds friendly enough… What was her name? Gina? Grace?” Iman’s mother did her best to be reassuring.
Iman huffed at her mom’s attempt to soothe her, as she put her first few boxes into her new room. “Gwen, Mom. Her name is Gwen Stacy. Apparently, she’s an engineering student, too.”
Iman’s dad nodded, a bright smile on his face. “Good! Maybe you guys can be study buddies.”
Iman laughed at her dad. “Yeah, maybe we can.”
Iman’s parents helped her move in, then they bid her a bittersweet goodbye. Her mother hugged her tight, a small smile on her face and tears in her eyes.
“Bye, baby! Remember, Harlem is only a few hours away. Don't forget to call us!”
Iman waved as her parents drove off with a faint smile and her stomach in a knot.
“Bye, Mom. Bye, Daddy!”
She turned and walked back into her dorm building. When she returned, she saw her roommate was back. She had a blonde undercut and an eyebrow piercing. Hm, she seems cool enough, Iman thought to herself as she approached the girl. She reached her hand out and tapped her on the shoulder.
“Hey. I’m Iman. Your roommate.” She gave her a faint smile as she cringed internally. Obviously, you’re her roommate! All your shit’s on the other side of the room, who else would pack all these shoes for college?
Gwen just smiled brightly, her small gap on display.
“Sick! I’m Gwen. Mechanical Engineering major, what about you?”
Iman felt relief flood her system, having something in common with her roommate. She smiled wider as she replied
“Biomedical Engineering. Do you have Engineering 1050 this semester with Dr. Matthews?”
Gwen nodded and then beckoned Iman to follow her out of their room.
“Yeah, I do. That’s pretty cool. I’m not sure if you’ve made any friends here yet, but I’m going to meet some friends from high school if you want to join?”
Iman shrugged and began following Gwen to a commons space. It was cozy, with furniture in the university’s theme. There were couches spread around the room, and several people taking them up. Pointed to each person that she knew, and introduced them.
“We all went to Visions Academy in Brooklyn together. Those are the twins, Miles, and Miles G., then there’s Pavitr and Margo.”
Iman waved, her face neutral. She looked at each person Gwen pointed out, but her eyes locked on the twins. ‘Twins, and they’re both named Miles? Hm.’ Iman thought to herself. She and Gwen sat down, and Iman seamlessly fit herself into their friend group. She cracked all the right jokes, and even managed to befriend Margo quickly. She learned that they were all engineering majors, and taking the same section of Engineering 1050. As she made conversation with the group, she noticed one of the twins constantly looking down at her shoes. Eventually, he spoke up in a soft, but firm tone.
“You must be a collector for real to get your hands on those,” He nodded down at Iman’s shoes. She wore a pair of Jordan 4s in the retro Georgetown colorway. Iman looked down and shrugged, a smug smile on her face. They were her favorite pair, so she loved when people noticed them.
“Nah, not really,” A lie. The amount of sneakers and other shoes she packed was honestly concerning. “Just got lucky gettin’ my hands on ‘em.”
Iman looked down and saw that he wore a pair of Ray Allen Jordan 7s. She glanced slightly to the right and saw the other Morales twin wearing Jordan 1s, in the OG Chicago colorway. She scoffed and gestured to the twins' feet.
“Y’all gotta be sneakerheads to have those! Those are hard.”
Margo groaned and cut in, a snarky grin on her face.
“Oh, God! Don’t get them started girl. You’ll never escape the sneaker conversation.”
The Miles wearing 1s scoffed and replied to Margo in a defensive tone.
“Hey! We don’t talk about shoes that much!... Do we?”
“Bruh, you and Miles G literally talked about one pair for 30 minutes last week. Pavitr timed it!”
Miles and Margo argued while Iman studied the other brother; Miles G.. She took note of how he varied from just Miles; he had twin braids and a more serious demeanor than his twin brother. Despite that, Iman found him pretty cute. She made eye contact with Miles G. and he smirked at her, as if he found her staring funny. She immediately averted her gaze to Pavitr shouting at Miles, trying to play off the fact that she was studying him.
She smiled to herself, suddenly looking forward to starting college.
iman's shoe: https://www.goat.com/sneakers/air-jordan-4-retro-georgetown-pe-aj4-1043505
miles' shoe: https://www.goat.com/sneakers/air-jordan-1-retro-high-og-chicago-555088-101?utm_source=google_ads&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=20272243100&utm_content=&gclid=Cj0KCQjwiIOmBhDjARIsAP6YhSUX-vOVaHdSH40WEQu0Jwx-jnWCGHIfn_MNMqku53u1QoDXNnQ8EC0aAj7XEALw_wcB
miles g's shoe: https://www.goat.com/sneakers/air-jordan-7-retro-ray-allen-bucks-away-304775-053?utm_source=google_ads&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=16777436806&utm_content=&gclid=Cj0KCQjwiIOmBhDjARIsAP6YhSXgHZhvgXqBRA1sh0KC07i0obs0t1mqAXi2FMCk3wGd9My-3039ViEaAr8MEALw_wcB
