(✓) iv.| 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐋𝐄, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝.

³⁵ his secret

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MILES MADE HIS WAY DOWNSTAIRS WITH ANNOYANCE, he couldn't believe that he was interrupted at the worlds worst time. he didn't even want to think about what would've happened if timothee didn't call though.

he had his hood on and it was tied up, covering his entire neck since he really wasn't in the mood for anybody to see it.

"you have thirty seconds to explain what you want" miles said with an eyeroll before roughly slamming down into a chair, glaring at amelia, violetta, timothee, and noah.

the other three weren't there anymore.

"good evening to you too" noah said passive aggressively while staring at him with annoyance,

"i'm tired as fuck and i feel like shit. make this quick" miles put his hand on his head as if it was in pain, which made them all feel bad now.

"basically my parents have kind of been spamming my phone since i randomly rose from the dead with the person who killed me, and i'm scared" violetta said while looking at him,

miles shot his gaze to timothee, who was sitting across from him, eyeing his particular outfit up and down with narrow eyes, which miles noticed before turning his head back to violetta.

"you're nineteen right?" miles raised a brow, she looked at him weirdly before slowly nodding,

"okay, then they can't do anything about it. you're a legal adult, they can't call the cops and cry about their daughter not being home. case closed" miles said as he pushed his chair back and stood up,

"you're so dismissive about this, i'm scared they're gonna do something" violetta said to miles, he sighed loudly before responding,

"and until something happens we don't worry about it, seriously, what the fuck are your parents going to do? i don't have time for this shit right now. i have my own problems" he said cockily with annoyance.

but before violetta could let out another response, timothee spoke up,

"miles, can i talk to you?" he asked with crossed arms from his seat, miles furrowed his brows for a moment, making timothee sigh through a forced smile as he elaborated,

"alone" he emphasized, making miles push his chair in loudly before walking down the hall, timothee standing up and following him—-making amelia, noah, and violetta look at each other with confusion.

"told you, gay sex" noah rolled his eyes.

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"so what's up?" miles turned around and looked at timothee, who was staring at him with arms crossed eyeing his particular outfit up and down,

"what's up with you? why were you so mad when i called you on the phone?" timothee questioned, raising a brow,

"because i feel like shit and i didn't want anything else to worry about" miles adamantly lied as he stared at timothee, glaring at him for even questioning him to begin with

"really? sounds like i interrupted something" timothee said with a smirk, making miles roll his eyes as he sighed loudly,

"interrupted what?" he glared at timothee,

"i don't know, that's for you to tell me" his smirk grew even bigger as he stared at miles, who quite frankly, looked like he wanted to kill him.

"there was nothing that you interrupted, i simply feel like i'm coming down with a fever, and man, this house is freezing" miles said as he rubbed his arms up and down, timothee actually laughed at that one,