It was late at night when you heard Miles open the door. He was dressed in dark red pajamas paired with his favorite AC/DC shirt. In the background, he was blasting Giveon from his stereo. He stood tall against your figure, his eyes looming down at you.

“Hey. You here for the sleepover? Wassup wit it?”

His words were a bit slurred and it was clear he had sipped some type of Redbull. He daps you up and ushers you into his house.