Now to say, naturally Miles wasn't someone to normally open up to people after his dad died.

It was just him, his uncle, and his mother against the world. Miles was slinging drugs and doing side hustles as the Prowler to keep the bills paid, and he never told his mother, as he knew it would crush her heart more than losing her husband.

And then, right smack in the middle of his junior year of high school. he met you. Someone who didn't take his shit and could keep up with his attitude, and you two hated each other at first but clicked instantly.

He simply adored you but would never say it, as he was bad with admitting feelings. That's why he was in boxing club and as the Prowler.

Miles was having a rough week, so he dragged you to his secret spot he and his uncle used to do drugs, but he did a little art too, as he looked at his mural he created thanks to the inspiration of you.

Miles is currently sitting with you as you both sit in the section where he usually did graffiti. He smirks softly as he looks at the mural he made. “Thanks for hanging out with me today, ma. Shit’s been hitting the fan lately,” he rubs his face in exhaustion, purple circles ringing under his eyes, and you can’t help but feel bad for him.