Meghan x Miles Oneshots!

Highschool Turnabouts

Me and Edgeworth stared at the teacher with a look of disgust on our faces. "Is she really ridiculing the poor guy because he was late? I understand to be a little ticked off at his absence, but to badger him?! That's-- that's downright awful!" I whispered to Miles, who sat left of me. He leaned toward me, nodding. "It's very rude, yes." He snarled, his steely grey gaze narrowed.

Our English teacher, Mrs. Louis, was badgering a boy by the name of Reagan Summers because he was late. Why was he late? His parents were fighting and they were so caught up in their bullshit that he took measures onto himself and walked. Poor guy, bet he was tired.

"It's not my fault your parents decided to have their hissy fit! You shouldn't have been late my class!" Mrs. Louis snarled to Reagan, I could see he was on the verge of tears. The rude English teacher laughed, and Miles raised his head from whispering to me. He grimaced, and spoke politely. "Madam, if you'd please, start the lesson for today." He tried to keep his tone from shaking with anger, I saw the expression on his face from trying to lose his cool. I nodded, returning to sit in my seat formally. "Yeah, Mrs. Teacher, start the lesson." I inaudibly whispered, furrowing my brow. She whipped her head around. "Mr. Edgeworth! I would've never expected such disrespect from the likes of you!" She dramatically gasped. I couldn't take her shit anymore, so I tried to speak up, but Miles silently shushed me, and continued on. He knew I was gonna say something that would result to drastic consequences, and he wasn't wrong. "That's not being disrespectful, you're being disrespectful, madam. Badgering the poor boy, what blasphemy I have heard from the likes of you." He barked back, but sprinkle on some ✨respectful tone✨ on that sweet ass rebuttal. She marched up to face him, her dollar tree heels making a horrid sound of "click, click, click." She stood in front of his desk, staring down at him.

"Do I have to call your father, Mr. Edgeworth?"

I heard his breath hitch, as did mine. I whipped my head around to see a horror stricken Miles. My heart swelled with sympathy. 'Holy shit. If Miles marches out, physically, mentally, or emotionally, it's my turn.' I thought with a sharp glare to the teacher. "Oh wait! That's right! Oopsies!" She cooed with a sheepish smile. I was about to slap that shit eating smile off her face, when I heard Miles stand up from his seat, his chair making an unfriendly, screeching noise as he stood up, making the wind sound like "fwooop!" because he stood up so quickly. He got up real close to the teacher, and snarled low, in a very intimidating voice. "Do not speak of my father."

"Oh, boo hoo. My father died now I can act like Mr. Tough Guy! And disrespect my teacher." She stated, as I watched tears well up in Miles' eyes, he was reliving the moment that ruined his life for maybe the one millionth time in his life. "Crybaby, I'd prefer you step outside. I don't tolerate crybabies." 

"Now--" I stopped myself, I had the perfect plan. I cleared my throat. I nodded to Miles, who stared at me, screaming silently at me for something I never caught. I smiled mischeviously, looking back up at Mrs. Louis. I chuckled to myself as I heard the classroom door click. I picked up a dictionary that rested on the basket that was latched on the bottom of my seat by screws and bars, and threw it at her face.

I have and always had good aim.

There's no doubt that I didn't miss.

I turned back to the door, smiling and waving for a short while at an astonished and awestruck Miles Edgeworth. I then turned back to the teacher, who had a broken nose, and was crying very loudly. I took the words she said to Miles, rearranged them, and shoved them back into her mouth. "Oh boo hoo. I got hit in the face with a dictionary, and now I have to cry extremely loud. Whilst before I totally humiliated two students who only wished to learn, and students before that." I kneeled down to the sitting and crying teacher who was clutching her blood flowing nose. "Crybaby. I'd prefer you'd never come back, I don't tolerate crybabies." I stood back up, smirking triumphantly. She looked up at me, her brow furrowed. "You're a crybaby if you hang out with that other crybaby!" She snarled, smirking and sniffling. "At least I had the balls to throw a dictionary at your face and serve you your pathetic and petty words back to you." I looked back to Miles, who was clutching his mouth and crying silently. I could see a smile under his hand. "And at least he had the balls to tell you how disrespectful you were being to Reagan." I turned from the door to the teacher, then I turned to Reagan. "Sorry about the family issues my guy, I understand completely." I held out my balled fist for him to fistbump me, to which he did. "It's cool, it's only once in a while." He stated, shrugging. All was silent, except for the laughing of kids. Mrs. Louis stood up, and glared down at me. "Principals office, NOW!" She screamed in my face. I shrugged, "ew, please don't get blood on my face." I chuckled, turning on my heel. I wasn't going to the principals office, I was just going to the hallway and comfort my best friend. I delicately turned the doorhandle, turning my head to face a crying Miles. He sat on the ground, had his hand over his mouth, and he was-- blushing?? "She did that for me.. " I heard him whisper. I kneeled down, looking him in the eye. "You okay?" I ask him, but to only have the response of a hug. Miles hadn't hugged me since we were FOUR. The door clicked, which snapped me back into reality. I pet his hair, running my nimble fingers through his soft, grey locks. "It's okay.." I whispered comfortingly. He only hugged me tighter, now whispering 'thank you' over and over again. "It's okay! It's okay! It was really nothing, I just didn't want her to bad mouth you and your father." I hugged him tighter, humming softly whilst rocking him back and forth slowly and calmly as a comfort mechanism. "I hope she knows he was a good man, and so are you, Miles. You're just like your father. Incredible, caring, courageous, brutally honest..." I chuckled softly at the thought of Gregory one day lecturing me on a paper I wrote, and pointing out the mistakes I had made and said the paper demanded improvement. I was six then, six years old and he told me, who could barely read and write because of my bad eyesight, that the paper demanded the requirements he listed out. The memory hopped off the train of my thoughts as Miles lifted his head and looked at me. "You didn't need to do that, you're going to get into trouble. What will Mr. von Karma think? What will your parents back home think??" he pondered, as I felt my heart sink.. I still hadn't told him.

I won't tell him, not now.

I laughed, "I'll be fine! They won't mind, as for Mr. von Karma though..." I smiled sheepishly, releasing my hand from Miles' bicep and rubbed my forearm. "Meghan, oh dear god." He pinched the skin above his nose with slight frustration. "I heard everything." He deadpanned me, and I shrugged. "Good, you were supposed to!" I smiled at him, my dull pastel yellow eyes glimmered with humor. He smiled softly, "what are you going to do next?" He asked, fear slightly shaking his tone. I smirked, and opened the door, bowing and gesturing for him to come in.

 "M'sir." I looked up at a dumbfounded Miles.

BASED ON A REDDIT STORY KIND OF BTW PART TWO WILL HOPEFULLY COME OUT TOMORROW OKAY BYEEEEEE