Milo Manheim, I can't escape him

Amara POV

I stare into the mirror to my left. In the background I see people boarding their plane to New York. I notice my white top crinkled at the top because I couldn't care to iron it this morning. Seeing how awkward it looks on me, I really wish that I did. i cover it up with my green s

 I really need to not look like a weird fucking tourist on my first day in Hawaii. 

I hear the lady's voice on the intercom calling up the first group. I wish. I'm down in group 4. I guess that's expected for a girl just out of high school moving halfway across the world. 

I was so excited 3 months ago about the fact that I got into the University of Hawaii in Manoa. Excited enough that I thought it was going to be a good idea to move out two weeks after high school ended to get settled there.

"Gate K13 Group 4 is now boarding," The intercom lady says. I get up and get to my seat in the plane. I'm right next to a large man who did not look very friendly. 

I sighed and put my headphones on. It is going to be a long flight.

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I woke up to the sound of shuffling feet and realized that we landed. I wait my turn to get out of the plane and the second I step onto the bridge I can feel the change in humidity. 

My heart is racing at the excitement of being somewhere new.

Getting my luggage was a lot quicker than I expected. I hate waiting for things like that. Before I knew it, I was in my new car. I stare at its insides. Very secondhand. Very ugly. It'll have to do. I started driving and I have to say, this place is beautiful. 

Yes I know that everyone says that about Hawaii but there is just an unreal feeling about actually being here. It was around the time that the sun was setting and the glowing red and orange colors mixed together in the sky left me breathless. I am so glad that I decided to go here. 

Chicago looks like a shitshow compared to this

As I am about to reach my apartment, I start hearing noises from the car. I'm driving through a suburban area now and I try to ignore the sounds. The car is slowing down until it just stops. This is just great. At this point, I can see my apartment from here. There's also a coffee shop I can see a vague shadow of across from it. 

I really should have double checked the validity of this car shop before just picking the cheapest one. I give a call to the car company that leads straight to voicemail. I try 3 more times before letting out a loud fuck and put my head on the steering wheel. 

To my left I see that I have parked in front of a lovely home. It is painted in a light green color, two floors tall and with the Hawaiian flag sitting on the outside. I hate talking to people I don't know but at this point I really do not have a choice. I ring the doorbell and before the guy can even say anything I start rambling like an idiot.

"I am so sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you knew anything about cars to fix mine up, I just came from a really bad car shop and i just need enough to go over to those apartments over there so I can completely fix it tomorrow morning," I point over the the tall dark brown apartment buildings, "I really don't want you to do it if you don't, I'll just call a tow truck or something." 

I finally shut up and look up at the guy. Oh my god. Standing right in front of me is Milo fucking Manheim. He's wearing a grey sweatshirt and glasses and this all looks so casual. "You're Milo Manheim," I say like I'm asking for confirmation. He smiles at this, flashing that look that I can only see on T.V.

"Yeah, I am. Also, of course I'll help you fix your car, it's no problem at all. Please come inside so I can get my toolbox," Just as he says this, a brown dog runs out the door to me. I am gushing over this dog as I say thank you and walk inside.

"Oh my god your dog is adorable," I practically squeal this which makes him laugh. I also realize our height difference. Spoiler alert: it's a lot. His house on the inside is very homey for one person but exactly what I would expect for one of these houses. Wooden floors, nice kitchen, living room, stairs, T.V., it has all the suburb cliche.

"His name is Louie," Milo says, pointing at the dog. I smile at the name and let go of Louie who still stays by my side. He goes to a broom closet and brings out a large box of what seems to be tools inside. Then he shakes his head and looks at me. "I completely forgot to ask, what's your name?"

"My name is Amara."

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AMARA PRADEEP 

MILO MANHEIM