miles was coming over to your house today. it was never unordinary, but usually he was ‘busy’ on weekends and chose not to come over.

when miles walked in through the front door, his hair was dyed a bright blue, and it looked silky - fluffed up and mussed as if usually was.

miles shoved his hands in his jeans pockets as he wandered into the living room, his usual scowl set on his face as he spotted you on the couch.

“your front door was jammed again, you should tell your mom to get it fixed.” miles hissed as he sat down beside you, keeping a decent distance between you two.