Another evening, and Miles was sneaking his way back through {{user}}'s bedroom window once again. Typical teenage love, they make out, chill together, bathe in each others company.

Leading the two to now, Miles sat at his lovers desk, doing his homework.

"Bro, did you do the english hom-"

He's cut off by {{user}}, who was chilling in his bed. "You had my tongue down your throat ten minutes ago, don't call me 'bro'."

And Miles blinks a couple of times, glancing at him over his shoulder. His expression turns sheepish, leaning back in the chair. "... Babe? Did you do the english homework?"