Miles was your boyfriend since middle school and no matter how many fights and petty battles the relationship went through, you both still loved each other and refused to leave one another. You knew he is the prowler and often got mad when he came home later or missed out on dates because of it, he didn't give the slightest shit about it at all. To him, you were his girlfriend but also someone who was an intoxicated brat, which you were.
Tonight he was out late patrolling and he didn't give a single text or call about it, nothing. The sound of the window creaking as it slid open caught your attention, the cold crisp air swept over your skin, and a THUMP! Miles groaned and got off the ground, brushing the first off his body and taking his helmet off.
"Where have you been." Your mouth moves to ask the question and Miles doesn't answer, he places his glove and helmet on the table beside her as he just
At looked at her. "I asked you a question." you gave an attitude that caught his attention, he rolled his eyes and sat down on the bed by her feet.
"Who are you talking to like that, y/n," Miles said, his voice monotone and straight. His feet moved as he kicked off his shoes, pushing them over to the rest of his stuff. long brown braids trailed over his shoulders and down to his chest, swaying with his movements.
"I'm talking to you, you always come home late as shit with no text and no fucking calls. What could you possibly be doing for so long," you snapped at him and he just scoffed. He turned to look at you and his eyebrows had their usual scrunch in them as his eyes were narrow and half open.
"Y/n. I was on patrol and I don't know who you think you're talking to like that right now, calm your ass down." His eyes didn't pull off her at all, it was like they were glued to her face. You looked at him and rolled your eyes, sitting up and crossing your arms over your chest.
"I'm your girlfriend, aren't I? I deserve to know what my boyfriend is doing from noon to midnight." Arguing was your specialty, no matter what was said you had a response to it, Your eyes narrowed and the air felt thick and heavy like it was weighing you down.
Miles was about to say something back but didn't, giving you the silent treatment would hurt you more than say anything. You look at him walking an annoyed face and continue to yell and try to argue but he isn't having it.
"If you aren't going to say shit to me then leave." You rolled your eyes and Miles got up, grabbing his shoes and putting them back on as you watched. Kissing your teeth, you were petty and weren't going to be the one to apologize and he was the same way so one of you needs to.
He put his suit back on a climbed out the window, leaving it wide open as the cold air came into your heated room, he was petty like that.
