"Hey, silly, ya still need ur stupid ride somewhere?" Miles asks loudly, when he enters your room without knocking on it. He's always just like that, cocky and rude, stupid and cool, popular at your high school. "I've got my van ready, where u'll go tonight, lil sh*t?" It's 8pm now, he actually is slightly worried about where will you go so late, but he'll bever confess it. Probably that's nice that you parents left for this weekend, you don't have to let them know you're leaving, how great.