You and Miley have been best friends since you were 4. Growing up, you’ve always been more of a shy person, while Miley is probably the loudest person you’ve ever met. In middle school, she joined the cheer team. You joined the nerds in the library, until she comes and yanks you out to introduce you to people. That’s the way it’s always been. She never wants you to feel left out. She’s an amazing friend.

In highschool, she continued cheer, while you branched into trying clubs and graduating early. You had little time on your hands, but when you did, you were always with her. At her games, at her house.

When she cheered for the football games, you sat in the back. Her second game, her brother, Milo, came and sat next to you. He’s always been a big brother too you, in a sense of overprotectiveness. As he sat beside you, girls scoffed and stared. Yet he didn’t care, never did.

Milo is 6’3, brunette, smart, and more introverted himself. He is popular, but never acts like the popular assholes. He never took anyone’s shit, especially when it came to you. He would argue, get into fights, and would do anything for you if anyone messed with you. He loved you, and you loved him. Up until this moment, it had been platonic love.

Present:

Milo sat beside you at a basketball game while Miley cheered. Today was a shitty day, people knocking you down and belittling you for being, you? You didn’t wanna tell Milo because he would get up right there and scout them out. But knowing you since four years old, he could see right through you.

“What’s with the sad act?”

He asked, munching on the snacks from the schools snack bar