close to my dialling heart

41🌹"how far i would go for Dove "

🎶everybody's got a dark side, can you love me? Can you love mine?🎶
                ~Kelly Clarkson ~

XAVIER 🥀

For the first time, I sat down with Miles watching a series he had started watching called Supacell. He said one of the nurses told him about it while he was in the hospital. Wow. Of course, we were in my room, and I let him spend his time here because he was still recovering.

My mind began to wander, and I found myself lost in thoughts of Dove and the weekend's events. A sly smile spread across my face as I ran a hand through my hair, memories playing like a sweet melody in my mind. Miles' voice snapped me back to reality. "I see what Dove is doing to you," he said, a hint of amusement in his tone. I chuckled, feeling a bit sheepish. Miles' laughter followed, his awkward, trumpet-like guffaw filling the room. "You can't be serious," he teased. "It's just nice that you've found someone to drive you crazy. But I know you, you're always plotting something. Are you sure you're not cooking up a plan?" Miles' words were laced with skepticism, a reminder that he never quite trusted me, and I never gave him reason to.

Just as Miles' skepticism hung in the air, a knock at the door interrupted us. I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the timing. I wouldn't have normally bothered answering it myself, but Miles was still recovering, so I took the liberty. I adjusted my shirt as I walked to the door, smoothing out the wrinkles. When I opened it, I was surprised to see the girl who had helped Miles on the day of the attack. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and smiled warmly at me. Her presence was a stark contrast to Miles' rough-around-the-edges demeanor, and even I could see that they'd make an unlikely yet interesting pair. "Hi, is Miles in?" she asked, her voice gentle. I nodded and turned to call out to him, but she quickly held up a hand, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "Don't call him, please. I just..." She rummaged through her backpack and produced a sheaf of papers. "Just give him this for me, okay?"

"I took the papers from her, scanning them briefly, and raised an eyebrow in surprise. It was the assignment that had been due recently, and she had already completed it for him. Classic Miles, always finding someone to bail him out. I chuckled to myself, shaking my head in amusement. "Sure," I said, tucking the papers under my arm. She nodded curtly, her lips pressed together in a tight line. "Are you sure you don't want to see him?" I asked, curious about her sudden reticence. She shook her head swiftly, her eyes darting away from mine. "Bye," she said abruptly, her thumbs hooking into the straps of her bag as she turned to leave. With a faint rustle of papers and a soft clinking of bag charms, she disappeared down the road into the crowd of student hanging around.

I tossed the papers onto Miles' lap, and he let out a dramatic groan as they fluttered dangerously close to his food. "What's this?" he asked, his brow furrowed in mock concern as he picked up the papers. He chuckled, a low, throaty sound, as he scanned the pages. "An assignment? Really?" His tone was laced with feigned interest, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. I was surprised he didn't know about it, though - I had half-suspected he'd coerced the girl into doing it for him. She'd certainly gone out of her way to help him. "Who gave this to you?" Miles asked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he glanced up at me, a hint of curiosity creeping into his voice.

I leaned back into the sofa, a low growl escaping my throat as I settled in. I couldn't help but feel a pang of longing for Dove, but she had mentioned a class she needed to get to soon. "Your girlfriend," I said, my tone light but slightly teasing. Miles' eyes flashed with denial. "She's not my girlfriend." He protested, but I just chuckled. "I know who you're talking about." He said. Miles tossed the papers aside, his expression turning serious. "Why don't you like her?" I asked. He shrugged, not wanting to get into it. Anyway that was his problem, not mine. "Do you like me or Dove more?" He asked, his question sudden and intense. I raised an eyebrow, taken aback. "What's wrong with you?" I asked, my tone laced with incredulity. Miles sighed, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Man, that's... don't do that." I looked at him, disturbed by the sudden turn in conversation. Miles laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners.