𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 ༄ 𝐌. 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 (2)

"❤︎" 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

"goddamn." you thought, trying to rush around your tiny dorm room to clean yourself up and look presentable.

when you finally look better then before, you get ready to press accept call, right when the call ends by itself.

'you missed a call from "❤︎" '
"DAMN IT!!" you whisper-yell, tryna call him right back.

suddenly you hear a ding, and see it's a text from miles.
"you just gon miss my calls? damn i see how it is."

you chuckle, and try to figure out a lie quickly.
"sorry lmao i was peeing"
send.

'wow, so much for a first impression. TMI much?' you think to yourself.

your phone rings again, but this time you accept it real quick.

when miles' face comes on the screen, you immediately get nervous as f/ck.

what are you supposed to say? damn he looks fine. he got the wife-beater flannel sweatpants combo on right now. he don't even have to try. stop, you're embarrassing yourself.

"hello? earth to (y/n)" miles says, getting you out of your little trance.

"nah, turn your camera on, i'm tryna see you." he says, smirking a bit. you hear his door open, entering a little girl, she looked about 4.

"miles, mommy said dinners re-"
you hear him mute his mic, while you start laughing. you're not on mute, meaning they can hear you.

miles turns his mic back on and says "my bad. my baby sister bad as fuck. she never wanna leave me alone" he laughs.

suddenly, her tiny high voice goes, "I CAN HEAR YOU! and who's that on the phone? is it a girl?"

miles teasingly tilts the phone to see his sister billie and she waves at you.
"little girl mind yo damn business. go watch your playdoh videos."

"stop being mean before i tell mama you out here cussing" she sassed right back.

"billie please shut up and get the hell outta my room. i'm almost 17 i'm allowed to cuss." he says matter of factly.

she leaves miles' room and he starts to pay attention to you again.
"sorry, my baby sister annoying as hell sometimes. so what you up to, mama?"

you chuckle at the nickname. "nothing much actually, i just got done doing my homework. what about you?"

"my favorite color is red, now whats yo favorite thing to do?"

so clearly he wasn't paying attention to what the hell i was saying.

you think. "i like to draw. but i only do it for fun like when i got motivation."

"that's crazy, bruh. i fuck wit drawing too. i don't do it that much cause i prefer doing graffiti and shit. you know how it is."

"i also like to play imessage wit my friends." you add on.
(a/n: imessage games fun asf idc what y'all say)

"whatt? bro i'm god at them games. i'd destroy you lil girl." he said, laughing

shit, i'd let you. respectfully.

"first of all we the same damn age so don't even start wit me boy. and second of all, i am kinda ass but it's still fun as hell." you talk back, laughing as well.

"so anyway," he starts off. "got any boyfriends i should know about? you ain't cheating on me right?"

"nah i don't got no boyfriends. or boy best friends. but i don't know about you, though.." you state, while looking at yourself in the mirror and then flopping back on your bed.

"what you talking bout?"
"you know who i'm talking bout, that girl name gwen. i see what you commented on her shit. y'all together or is she a quote on quote, 'girl best friend'?" you ask playfully.

"nah she ain't my girl or my girl best friend. we was cool in freshman year and she liked me. i never liked her back tho but i still f with her."

nigga i can tell.

"oh okay.." you say awkwardly.

"also, she's literally gay. and has a girlfriend." he said, while getting up to play on the game. he wasn't getting bored of you, he just likes to multi-task.

"ohhh, oh my god i feel so mf dumb," you say laughing.

"nah it's okay. i see you getting jealous of other girls already? damn we ain't even dating yet." he says playfully.

"i'm not jealous, just curious."

"cough cough, jealous." he says under his breath, but not quiet enough because you heard him.

"boy stop it. ain't nobody jealous of them white girls you be talking to." you playfully talk back, trying not to sound so pressed.

"you're right." he says,
"nobody but you."

"bruh bye i'm getting off this damn facetime." you say laughing.

"nooo don't leave me stank!" he whisper yells while playing the game and smiling like a fool.

"actually, my phones about to die, so imma call you back when i get the chance." he says, picking up his phone and angling it back to his face.

how tf you gon ask me not to leave the call, and then tell me you need to leave the call...

"alright, it is getting late. well, i know we just started talking but i hope we can talk more?" you say, hoping he'd like your idea.

"like..meet up? or like..facetime everyday?" miles says in a confused tone. he's so cute.

"i don't really care what we do as long as we keep talking." you chuckle.

"i won't let you down, mama. i'll call you tomorrow, and you better answer, alright. don't wear no makeup either."

"i'll wear makeup if i damn want to. but okay. talk to you tomorrow."

"bye (y/n)"

"see you, miles"

the call ends, and you get up and squeal while jumping up and down.
he's not that bad. and he's funny as hell.

you calm down and look at yourself in the mirror, face full of makeup.

"damn it."