Miles

Chapter 12

Ivy's POV

When I told Megan about it, she totally freaked out. "He is basically asking you out!" She squealed. I rolled my eyes. "It is just as friends," I kept reminding her. "Yeah. Yeah . Okay. When is he picking you up?" "Friday after my shift at the restaurant." "You have to bring clothes there then!" I laughed. "Clothes?" "Yeah! You want to look nice for him." I laughed at this. "Its Miles." "Okay? And this Miles is showing interest in you!" I groaned. It was only Wednesday.

The next morning, Miles was waiting outside as always he honked the horn knowing we were later then usual. "I'm coming!" I yelled as if he could hear me. Megan laughed. "You shouldn't have woken up so late." "So sorry I was face timing SOMEONE about Dylan." "I wonder who that would be." She replied. When we got into Miles car, Megan blew with questions for him. Why this? Why that? Did you? Blah blah blah blah. "Relax, I'm just taking Ivy out as friends," Miles said and looked at me in the rearview mirror.

That Friday after school, Megan came to the restaurant and brought my clothes to wear. "A dress?" I said. "Yes! This always looked great on you!." I laughed. "Fineeeee." After my shift was over, I went to change in the public bathroom. I must have been in there for a while reapplying my makeup and fixing my hair because Megan began to have conversations with the customers. I smoothed down my red dress and walked out. Megan stopped talking by the click of my heel and looked up. She grinned so hard it showed her dimple. "Gorgeous!" She came over to hug me and I lifted my head after making sure that the dress couldn't have been pulled down anymore to see that the customer Megan was talking to was actually Miles. He was wearing his normal motorcycle jacket with his usual V-neck. I'm over dressed I knew it. The face Miles then made was unreadable. I wasn't sure if it was disgust or disbelief, so I dismissed it. "Have fun! And don't be out too late." "I'll bring her back before curfew!" Miles said as he offered me his arm and swung his keys around his finger.

As soon as we got into the car, I wasn't sure if to ask where we were going or to keep my mouth shut, so I did just that. "You look uh nice," Miles said trying to start a conversation. "Thanks for the sarcasm," I replied. Miles laughed. "Obviously. You look hideous." "Perfect for my date." "Well then," Mile said defeated. I liked our friendship, if that's what you want to call it and also be open to each other. "Where to?" I finally asked. "I was going to bring you to a diner but that's not really a me thing and plus Jake still owes me money that would help pay for that." "Classy," I laughed. "Well this is me." Miles 1st brought us to his house which I was nervous at 1st, but eventually became very comfortable quickly. There, he had dinner on a table with a candle lit in the middle. "I'm a hopeless romantic," Miles finally broke the silence of my shock. His place wasn't much but it was comfy. He had everything he needed and nicely placed, but seemed a little too large for just one person living in it. "Have a seat," Miles motioning towards one of the seats. I sat down and continued to look around the room. He has a bookshelf that had no books but family pictures. "Whos that?" I asked, pointing to the picture of the woman next to a bush of flowers. "That was my Grandma. She was a great lady, we had done so much together." I was snapped out of my snooping when I heard how Miles said was. "I'm sorry." I looked at him. "It's fine. Eat." I finally turned my attention back to the food and it was simple pasta, but tasted great as it were made from scratch. "You cook?" I said, while chewing. "It isn't something that I show off, but I do enjoy doing it. It calms me down in a way." I shook my head in agreement as I chewed. We talked about family and what we believed in on the topic of death. "You know, one day we are all going to die, things and when I started doing the things my parents disapproved of I always scared my Mother about being okay with dying from something I enjoy doing like riding or travelling. "You like travelling?" I said, a little too loudly. "Yeah." "Me too. I've always wanted o go to France." "Sounds like fun," Miles said as he poured us both another cup of wine.

After the dinner, Miles dragged me to a party that he had been invited to and made fun of how he would not be on saving duty all the way there. When we started walking towards the house, I had a heavy feeling in my stomach. "Miles!" Tristan came over to greet us. He looked at me. "You brought a young one the time? Sweet." Miles rolled his eyes. :I'm not like that anymore. Come on Ivy," Miles grabbed my forearm and we walked in the house. Miles introduced me to his group of friends and I awkwardly stood next to him as they talked about bikes. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see Megan and Dylan behind her. "Hey!" I said and hugged her. "I didn't know you were going to be here!" "Me either!" I replied. I said hello to Dylan as we walked outside to get some fresh air. "So hows it been with Miles?" Megan asked. "Good." "Great," I said and smiled. "That's good." Megan looked at me with a smirk, satisfied with my change of answer. We talked about how after I left the restaurant, Megan hung around for a bit and got a text from Dylan for them to spend time together. They were inseparable. My whole view on Miles and I wasn't anything relationship wise. It was just a great open friendship and I liked that. Plus, I wasn't sure if I was ready to date. As we slowly came back in the house to find Miles again, I could have spotted him 20 miles away with Stacy on his lap on the couch. And to think I believed everything he told me tonight was true. I walked out not caring that I could hear Miles calling after me.