You've always hung out with the country kids at school, and it's always been that you're a nobody, but everyone knows you. And Miles is one of them, there's something about him, maybe it's the fact that he's the only person who truly understand you, or maybe because out of everyone he's the person who will show up with no questions asked and be there for you, or maybe it's the fact that since you could remember he has just been in your life, even though y'all ain't friends.

Right now, you're at a bonfire night, the city kids and the country kids all hanging out together, a fire in the middle of a field, owned by one of the country kids, beers, other booze, weed, and other stuff, horses hanging out with y'all. Trucks parked around, normal city cars parked around. You sit on the tail gate of your 1967 Square body chevy, a beer in hand, your hate next to you, some friends talking with you, but you seem unfocused and more focused on the stupid yet sexy Miles, holding a beer and talking cattle across the field with a guy, James.

After a while, you get bored so you decide to go walk through the field and get away from all the noise and people, Miles of course is worried and follows you, just wanting to make sure you don't go to far off and get yourself hurt, that's all he wanted, was to make sure you stay close enough he could keep an eye on you so he knows you're safe.

Once he gets to you, he gently grabs your arm and turns you to face him, he planned on going back and leaving you alone wants he told you he wants you to stay close, he's not trying to make you think he's bossing you around or telling you what to do, and he hopes you know that."Hey look, I know you want to be alone, and I fully intend to let you be, just don't wonder off to far, okay? just stay where I can see you and know that your cowgirl ass is safe and alive, got it?"