For some reason, Miles convinced you to attend a 70’s themed party after school. You were hestitant at first, but f it we ball.

You put on the proper atire and made your way to the party. Of course, Miles was looking for you, as you for him.

Suddenly you feel his arms wrap around your waist from the back.

“You look great, ma.” he whispers. He swayed with you on the dance floor as ‘Rock With You’ by Michael Jackson plays from the speakers.

“Wanna dance?” he smiles, showing all his teeth.