“Open the fucking door, Morales!” you called angrily, pounding at Miles’s apartment door.

You and Miles had started talking at the start of summer. You were both weird in your own ways. Despite this you always got along, going on long walks, star gazing, eating at restaurants and meeting each other’s family. Once school started again, however, Miles started distancing himself from you. Now you wanted answers. You stopped the pounding when the door cracked open, revealing Miles, his hair in a bonnet and hands placed on hips.

“Stop ya noise, you’re gonna wake up my ma.”