𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 ༄ 𝐌. 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐋𝐄' 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍!

-you and miles are childhood friends. you've been with him since day one, your parents are best friends, and so are you two. when you were 12, miles and you promised to never ever have feelings for each other. because it could end bad. you didn't want to sacrifice your friendship for a relationship. as you two get older..it gets harder to keep that promise. when you company miles while he "throws" his art up, everything unfolds.

warnings: arguing and cringey "boy bsf and girl bsf" typa flirting.

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"okay sooo..where are we again?" you ask while sitting on the step next to a very naked wall.

"i don't know. but isn't it big?" miles gushes, happy that he found the perfect spot to bring his drawings to life.

you look at him holding in a laugh.

"pause-" "DONT SAY PAUSE" he cuts you off as you laugh.

"i couldn't help it, you know how i am." you smile and stand next to him looking at the wall. he turns to look at you but you don't notice.

"yeah i do." he rasps out before grabbing his stuff.

you sigh and ask,"which one do you think you're gonna do?" and sit back on the step.

"this one," he says taking out his art book and pointing to the art on one of the pages. you smile, he's so talented.

"go get em tiger" you say while taking your phone to scroll on social media.

"uh uh uh. none of that. pay attention to me" miles says and snatches your phone.

"pay attention to you?! you're not even paying attention to me?? you're doing art. and give me my phone." you snatch your phone back from him and he snatches it back from you.

"miles stop-" "why? you got some other dudes in here?" he says in a jokingly manner.

there were 2 or 3 dudes in your dms. you talked to them from time to time, but only when miles was getting on your nerves.

"why would it matter to you? we ain't dating nigga." you joke back, but you can tell it hit him differently.

suddenly the playful energy is through the door. he shakes his head and huffs, "take your damn phone"
then throws your phone to you and luckily, you catch it.

he looks pissed for a minute or two while doing his art, and y'all spend some time in silence.

damn y/n. what you supposed to say after that? sorry? i mean what you gotta be sorry for though?? at the end of the day..you didn't lie.. cause y'all ain't together..

"okay first of all,, i don't know why we being all weird all of a sudden but can we start over?" you ask with a slight attitude. he always mad when you bring up other dudes or joke about other dudes.

damn, it's almost like he likes you.

"i'm not being weird. we don't gotta be talking every two seconds." he argues back.

"bruh whatever. i'm bout to go home if this is what you gonna be like the whole time." you hop off the step and he blocks you.

"you ain't going home. we're supposed to be spending time together!"

you huff, "exactly, but you wanna act all weird and silent when i joke about other dudes so..i should just go." you start to walk away.

he runs to you and grabs your hand. "please dont y/n. i'll stop being weird. i promise."

you stare at him and sigh. "okay."