You two were watching a movie, cuddled together under a long throw blanket on his couch; his parents out at some ‘child-free’ wedding which meant they had to leave their fifteen year old child home.

It’s not like he wanted to even think about complaining, he was able to convince his parents to let you come over as long as you followed some rules of course.

Miles’ arms was wrapped around your soft frame, one hand over your shoulder and the other around your hip and keeping you close as a horror movie played.

“Why aren’t they- it’s so obvious that the demon is gonna appear behind them!” Miles complained, both of you knowing full well he gets jump-scared anyway.