Jason POV
I knocked on Y/n's door. Her mom greeted me. "Hola, Jason! How are you? Entra, entra!" (Come in, come in)
"Hola, Ms L/n." I walked in the house. "She said you came to help her move her bags, correcta?" I nodded. "Yes ma'am." I stood proud. "Alright then, sube las escaleras." The fuck does that mean?
I stood there and laughed awkwardly. "Go upstairs." She said. "Ah, yes." I sped-walked past her and headed to Y/n's room. Her door was closed, and I knocked on it multiple times, but no answer. I shrugged and opened it. Y/n sat on a chair, her head on her desk. She shot up and a paper stuck to her face. I walked over to her desk. "Girl, the hell was you doin' last nigh--IS THAT THE PROWLER?!" I picked up her drawing. She scratched her eye. "Why were you--wow that drawing looks amazing--why were you drawing The Prolwer?!" She yawned. "It's just a drawing."
"Bitch! He kills! He steals!"
"He's also fine as fuck." She mumbled, taking off the paper on her face. "He has on a mask! How would you know that?!" Y/n got up and got some clothes out of her closet. "I can't believe this! I thought you had a thing for Miles!"
"I do, I just decided to draw Prowler since he sa--since he's attractive." I rolled my eyes. "Mhm, yeah alright. WAIT DID YOU JUST SAY YOU HAD A THING FOR MILES?!" She paused. "Wait Jason I didn't mean it like that!" I shook my head. "Nope! You admitted it!" She sighed and got out a pair of jeans. "I'm going to change." She grabbed her clothes and left. I began to pick up boxes that read: Y/n's Dorm Stuff. There were 2 medium sized boxes and 2 small ones. It wasn't hard to get them to my car. By the time I was finished, Y/n entered. "Damn, you moved those boxes fast," she stated, "I think I'll leave my most important art supplies." I nodded. "Good idea."
We got to the car. Right after like 5 minutes of Y/n and her mom saying bye.
Y/n sat in the front seat and put her head on the window. "Nuh uh, don't go to sleep now, girl. You better tell me why you were drawing Prowler." I said, one hand on the steering wheel, my other holding my Starbucks cup. She groaned. "You gotta promise not to tell anyone, alright?" I shrugged. "Mk, if you say so." She sighed and began talking, "I almost got killed yesterday--literally. Like, I was at gunpoint."
"How the actual fuck are you saying this so calmly?" She chuckled. "When I was younger I was in multiple school shootings. Anyway not the point, just as I was about to get shot, Prowler swooped me up off my feet, then took me home. Gosh his voice was just so..." She mumbled something in Spanish that I didn't understand. "Wow. So you drew him because he saved you?"
"Not exactly. I just feel like he's misunderstood. Like there's something I'm missing. We're all missing. Have you ever thought about why he may steal? Maybe he's like an anti-hero or something." I took a sip of my drink. "Like, he had no reason to save me...but he did. Who knows where I would be right now if he weren't there." I sighed. "Alright, guess I don't hate him either. After all, he did save my baby." I teased. She let out a laugh.
Miles POV
I was supposed to get my roommate today. They didn't even tell me who it was. I was never close with Gawke, but he was a cool roommate for the most part. And he knew I was The Prowler. But he always stole my shoes. Which was annoying as hell.
I was listening to I Love Freaks by Liljay when I heard someone unlock my door. I groaned before they opened the door, but immediately shot up from my bed when I saw who it was.
"Miles?!"
