Twisted Turnaround

Chapter 21

ANDREA

So I have taken over Miles' apartment without even telling him why. I mean, I will tell him, but I'm afraid that when I start talking, I'll breakdown. Again. Which won't be anything different from yesterday when I spent all my time laying in his bed and crying with Brookly Nine- Nine on. Safe to say that wasn't a comfort session because it did the opposite. No amount of jokes on that show had made me laugh, and instead it made me cry.

Miles has been so welcoming to me, though.

Sebastian and Miles are talking in the living room when I decide to get out of the bedroom again. Mike's room that I've successfully taken over. The guy gets ready in the bathroom now. I step into the living room to see Sebastian standing beside the front door, one hand on the doorknob. He was presumably leaving.

"Are you leaving as well, Miles?" I ask, my raw voice soft against the room. Miles moves his head toward mine, shocked, but all of that disappears after a few seconds. "No, I don't plan on leaving until my first class at 10. Sebastian is going to go get breakfast with his girlfriend—"he glances at his friend with a smirk—"Because,  thats what adult relationships do."

"They do!"

"Which is why I'm teasing you?" Miles says and rolls his eyes as if it should have been obvious. Sebastian sighs before he looks at me and says, "Well, I'll be going now. Good luck with this annoying bastard."

"I'll need it," I say, sending an obvious side glance at the guy in question. Sebastian leaves the apartment with a chuckle, and we are left with a silent apartment.

"Do you plan on leaving as well?" Miles asks after a moment as he gets off the couch. Moving around it, he adds, "Just because you were asking me and all."

"I will be leaving," I answer shortly. "For classes, and I was wondering if I could catch a ride with you."

"Of course," he says, and it makes me feel worse for not telling him about my situation yet. I promise myself that I will—as soon as I pick myself up.

"Okay," I say, and then move toward the bedroom again. "So I'm going to take a shower, and I'll find you out here again, right?"

"Yeah," Miles answers, picking his phone up and scrolling through it already. I know what he is doing. He is giving me the space he was giving all day and night yesterday. I'm so appreciative of him. After I get my clothes and head into the bathroom, I take the warmest shower I can. It felt very good to wipe the hell out of my skin and try to get rid of the shitty feelings I've felt for the last two weeks. After my shower, I wash my face thoroughly before doing my makeup. Once I'm fully ready for the day, I head back out to the living room.

"Oh there you are, and you are—" Miles says, distracted by his bowl of cereal but then glances at me. His eyes widen at the shock before him. Instead of the huge sweater and leggings, I was wearing a tight black long-sleeve t-shirt and some jeans. I still don't have a bump, so I'm using my tight-fitting shirts while I can. I just hoped that people didn't think it was odd that my boobs have grown in size. Miles glances down at my body before looking back at my face, where he is still in shock.

He blinks and then averts his gaze. "Sorry," he apologizes. "I just—you look very pretty, Andrea."

"You mean now that I'm not redfaced and tears streaking down my face?" I say in a joking manner, but it makes Miles panic. I run a hand through my freshly blown-out hair and take a seat at the table next to him. "It's fine," I say before it can eat him alive. "I'm joking."

"Right," he says slowly.

I bring my hands out to the front and then clear my throat. "Ask me all the questions you want." It seems as if Miles has been waiting for this moment, but it still throws him off. He glances at me to make sure I'm being sincere and then pushes his bowl to the side. He leans closer to me and then asks, "What happened to your dorm, Andrea?"