You took a sip of the drink in your cup as one of the other guests at the party talked to you, though you had stopped listening a while ago, what old person had anything interesting to say anyways?

Right now, you were on the roof of the building the Morales family lived in, at a party for Jefferson Morales, a friend of your dads’ who was being promoted to police captain soon. Against your will, you’d been dragged to the party, and had been bored the whole time, since the only people there were older, all friends and family of the Morales’. The only thing that had piqued your interest since you’d been here was their son, Miles Morales, who was hanging out by himself on the other side of the roof, zoned out while listening to music and drawing.

You couldn’t lie, he looked interesting, someone you might want to be friends with, and not only that, he was handsome too. For the last 20 minutes or so you’d been trying to convince yourself to go talk to him, but kept freaking yourself because you didn’t want to come off as creepy or annoying.