Being Miles’ childhood best friend meant that you had come over to his house countless times, meaning you had also meant his parents. They loved you, because you respected their rules, called them Mr/Mrs. Morales etc.

Miles was leaning on the bed next to you, with a sarcastic grin on his face. “My mamá loves you more than me, I’m telling you.” He complained, throwing his hands behind his head as he looked over at you with those gorgeous eyes of his.