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Miles and Y/N are 8 in the beginning so if my writing seems a bit childish that's why
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There I was getting ready for the morning. I put on my dress and now Miss Jessel was braiding my hair. I was really happy cause today me and Miles are going on a date. Last night we packed our brunch for the picnic which Miss Groose helped us with. Then I heard my door open and I heard Miles voice say, "Bunny, You ready?" "Yes, Milo Miss Jessel is just doing my hair."
Just then Miles walked in my bathroom, "Hi Miss Jessel, Hi bunny." Miles said taking a seat next to me on the counter. I look up at him with a light smile. He was wearing something that looked like what he wore when he went horse back riding with Quint, but his hair was messy it looked like he hadn't combed it. "Did you do your hair Milo? You gotta look perfect for today." I heard from behind me Miss Jessel giggled and Miles cringed, "I cant comb my hair or else i'll lose all my curls you love."
I giggled and nodded, "I do really like your curls." A couple minutes go by and I feel Miss Jessel put her hands on my shoulders and look at Miles then me through the mirror, she smiled then looked back at Miles, "Your princess is ready your majesty." I loved when she played along to the little games me and Miles tend to play. "Thank you very much Miss Jessel I think we better get going now right bunny?" I watch him jump off the counter, he grabs my hand then looks at me waiting for me to respond. I nod then quickly hug Miss Jessel, "Thank you Miss Jessel I love my hair." She smiles and nods, "Go on now I want you guys back before sun set though the bly can get dark and we wouldn't want you both getting lost again now do we?" We both shake our heads, "Okay now off you go children stay safe."
We then walk out my room to the kitchen where the food was. "Miss Groose?" Miles raised his voice looking to see where the women had left the basket. Then Miss Groose came out of the pantry with the basket and grabbed Miles's hand, "Quint planned something for you guys." She led us to the stables where we saw Quint on Samson, his horse. Miss Groose handed him the basket and helped us both up on the horse Miles going after me, myself in the middle so I wouldn't fall off. "Off to the picnic we go!" Samson started walking when Quint said that.
After a few minutes we stopped and saw the big blanket on the flower of a patch of grass and flowers. Quint got off and helped me and Miles off. "Wow Quint this is so pretty! Thank you!" I said looking around. He smiled, setting down the basket, I'll be picked you both up before sun set. Have fun now so long." Quint got back on Samson and rode the way back to the bly. Miles and I both sat and ate talking about the normal topics we come across.
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There we were, laying on Miles's bed after a long session of love making it was a normal thing we did now that we were older and our bodies have urges; as Miss Groose put it. Then Miles was the first one to speak up, "Bunny?" "Hm?" I hummed back being too tired to respond, "Wanna go for a brunch picnic like we did when we were kids?" I giggled at the memory, when things were normal. I nodded my head and nuzzled it in his chest. "I'm tired though.." Miles chuckled and kissed my forehead, "That's fine princess. You need your beauty sleep." And with that we feel asleep in each others arms.
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The morning came and Miles and I were getting ready to go on the picnic. I did my hair in the same braids that Miss Jessel had done for me on our first date. I wore a simple sun dress and Miles wore the same outfit he wore when horse riding. "You ready my love?" He asked walking into his, well our bathroom. "Mhm" I said looking at him and smiling. We walked hand in hand, picking up the basket and walking to the stables. We rode Samson to the same spot where we always had our picnics but suddenly heard voices that weren't familiar to us.
It was coming from the pool, so like anyone would we went only to see a group of four teens, two girl, two boys around our age, swimming in our pool, Once we turned the corner, Miles looked outrageous, "Who the fuck are you?" Asked the one blonde headed boy. "The owner of this fucking house, why the fuck are you on my property?" Miles responded to the boy. "This is a public area man, there's no way you own a house your our age." Miles hated when people doubted him.
"Pfft don't underestimate me, I'm not poor, I don't have to sneak into private pools cause I don't have one, I don't live at my parents house still. I don't sleep with whores like the girls you brought." My eyes went wide at Miles when he degraded the girls in their bikinis, showing little to nothing as a normal hormonal teen would.
"Hey man fuck off, you can't just talk shit about my girl and her friend like that," The brunette paused for a second before continuing, "Look at the girl you're with, not any less of a white then she is." That was the turning point for Miles, like a switch. I saw him reach under his blazer, pulling out his gun. Then shooting a hole in between each of their eyes.
I gasped, turning the other way in Miles's back. "No one is gonna fucking talk shit about my princess not even these fucking peasants." Miles spoke gritting his teeth. "Come on bunny let's go. I'll clean this up later." Miles speaks reaching a hand behind to reassure me.
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author speaks! i'm gonna have to put a pt. 2 for this cause i'm working on another smut after this.
