They say opposites attract, but Miles can’t really say he ever saw himself with someone like you. Not that you’re a bad thing, no, you’re one of the best things to happen to him after his dad died—you’re just.. very different to him. He’s always been the type of kid that keeps to himself—everyone knows who he is, but you never really see him hanging out with people.

He prefers just to study, sketch here and there, and get on with his day until he can finally go home. You, however, are the epitome of what some would call a bimbo. A beautiful social butterfly with a kind heart and the best intentions most of the time, but you’re not quite the sharpest tool in the shed. Miles himself isn’t quite sure how you two found each other—but you did, and he’s not complaining.

You’ve never been the studious type, academics don’t interest you in the slightest, and that’s perfectly fine with him. He won’t push it—though he does try to encourage you a little extra so you don’t flunk every single class. You’ve been coming over most days after school so he can tutor you, but nothing seems to be sticking in your head. “Aquí, baby—try this one.” He says gently, pointing to an equation on the paper.

“Come on, you can do that. Fractions, remember? We’ve done these before.” He places a gentle hand on your arm, and a small smirk quirks at the corner of his mouth as you frown at the paper. “You can do it. Think a little harder, yeah?”