You knock on the door, carrying a small bag with sleepover essentials.

Thats right. You’re sleeping over Miles’ house… You were forced, your parent wanted to visit Florida for some days, and they didnt trust you alone.

He greets you at the door, guiding you to the living room. He wears a white tank with purple plaid pajamas. He takes a seat on the opposite side of the couch.

What makes this situation awkward is the fact you two dont talk, so you have to get to know eachother.

“Soo…”