The New Kind of Quiet

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 19

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"Where are you?" I asked.

"At home?"

"Why?"

"I'm trying to find something to wear, jackass" She responded.

"I didn't even say anything" Someone whined in the background.

"Not you, Miles" She groaned.

"Could you at least hurry up?" I asked.

"You're acting like I take forever to get ready"

"You do"
"You do," Miles and I said at the same time.

"I'm guessing I'm on speaker?" I chuckled.

"Yeah. It's easier for me to look for my clothes this way," She explained. "And, I don't spend that much time getting ready"

"Princess, you were supposed to be at campus 20 minutes ago"

"I would be faster if you didn't call me every five minutes" She huffed.

"That's because I know you would take forever if I don't remind you"

"You've reminded me 5 times in the past ten minutes"

"I'm not there but I can tell you're rolling your eyes" I chuckled.

"Whatever" She mumbled. "I can't find anything"

"I'm confused-"

"What does that mean?" Miles said. "Your closet is filled with clothes. You haven't even gone through half of them."

"I know, but half of these are all work clothes"

"You work?" I asked.

I didn't know that she already had a job.

"Yeah. Olive and I work together." Miles answered.

"Cool, what do you guys do?"

"Oh, we're dancers at a-" Miles's voice got muffled.

"We're dancers at birthday parties," She said.

"That's a weird job" I stated.

"Shut up"

"What about the other half?" Miles asked.

"Huh?"

"The other half of your clothes? What's wrong with them?"

"Nothing. I just don't want to wear them" She whispered.

"What do you plan on wearing then?" He asked her.

"Can I please have one of your shirts?"

"Isn't Miles a lot bigger than you?" I asked.

"She's practically an ant compared to me" Miles chuckled, shutting up immediately.

She was probably glaring at him; I chuckled at the thought.

"Why is that important?"

"You really should wear clothes your size, princess"

Miles choked on his laughter.

"What is that supposed to mean?" She snapped.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"I don't mean it in an offensive way," I started, my voice breaking as I tried to think of a way to save myself.

Take it back.