"When do you plan to come again Chica?"
"Haaaa not soon"
"But-
"Sorry Rio Ma but I just can't deal-......I've just been busy with work"
The pause she takes over the phone makes me know she knows what I'm talking about, the guilt rips at me. Miles, despite probably having a huge desire to rip my heart out of my chest and feed it to dogs, he still fixed me up.
"I'll think about it. Uhh how about next week?" I can practically feel her warmth come back when I say this.
"That's amazing timing! We were actually going to the house back in Puerto Rico again" I must be mishearing things
"Haha I thought I just heard you say Puerto Rico"
"Yo no digo Puerto Rico. Don't you remember the house?"
[I did say Puerto Rico]I remember that house the same as it was when I went with Miles. Like a get away from our lives. There we were just Miles and I.
I remember the sleepless nights where him and I talked for hours on end in his bed, where we walked around the city and adventure for something new to do or eat. The flowers he gave me when I hurt myself and the kiss I gave his cheek when he hurt himself. Where he pretented to be sick in bed so I could take care of him through the night, where we ran in fields of flowers trying to jump each other and find out who was the best at hiding when cops come. Where we did everything together at each others side.
The house where Miles finally kissed me but then disappeared over time.This was all between 13 and 15, we were young and dumb and didn't know.
I was young and dumb to think that Puerto Rico wasn't just a dream.
"Yes...I remember well"
"So next week?"
"Wait you said we, as in there's already a we before you and I go"
"Yes...? Uh well we did live there. It was my home land and I want Miles to still remember how great it is"
"Oh...okay then.....Next week"
"Gracias n/n! You'll make up for my son's oh so terrible presence" Iaugh at her
"It's all for you Ma Rio" I tell her goodbye and turn my back back to the city from the statue I sat on. I'd been on patrol earlier and found no threats so far which was weird since this was Brooklyn but everything seemed fine. At least we didn't blow up and surprisingly I had to out 4 street fires than the usual 12.
How was i gonna spend this trip again. The same one that made me and that boy literally never talk again?
I throw my head back in frustration and turn back to the view. An idea pops up. So stupid it might work.
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"I'm never listening to myself again" i watch as Aiko draws on the white board in her room, thoroughly explaining why i should make Miles uncomfortable by looking hotter....yeah definitely not calling her for this again.
"Y/n you playing attention?" I look back to the screen and see Nora fixing up her mascara.
"Are you?"
"I mean...yeah. As crazy as she is the girl's got a point"
"Thank you! And my crazy could get you dick too"
"I dont want his dick!"
"....girl why you lying" Aiko laughs with Nora holding her stomach like she said the funniest thing ever.
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DESTROYED《 ☆ Miles E42 x reader ☆ 》
Fanficverb [ T ] to damage something so badly that it cannot be used. +:。∩(・ω・)∩゚.+:。 "Because of her my life was ruined. I ain't talking about this anymore. She dead to me" ☆ "Because of him everything was destroyed between us. Our friendship and my love...