~Aspyn's POV~
{Picture is of Miles King —Logan Lerman}
I wake up and I remember that my best friend is gone. I then take a deep breath in, and hold it there. I breathe out. My dad left for work earlier so it's just Dawson and I at home. I call Miles and ask him if he can come over. He's on his way right now.
He gets to my house and I hear the bell ring. When he comes inside, Dawson and him make small talk. Miles comes up to my room where the door is already open. I was in the bathroom putting in my contacts, so I didn't hear him come in. He sits on my made bed and waits for me. "Hey," I smile.
"Hey," he smiles back; he grabs my waist and pulls me in close to him. He kisses me on the mouth. I smile into the kiss. We pull apart, and he stands—now he's too tall.
"No..." I whine. "... I liked being taller than you!" We laugh. We sit back onto the end of my bed.
"So, why am I here?" He asks, there's concern in his voice.
"I just needed a friend." At this point I loose it. I didn't know that Imogen leaving would hurt this much. I knew it would hit hard, but I never thought it would hit this hard. I cry, and he hugs me. "I know she's coming back soon, but I don't think soon is soon enough." I cry.
"You'll be fine." He chuckles while rubbing circles on my back.
"What if she's not back by the time you leave?" I start uncontrollably shaking. He picks me up and carries me only set me down on the top part of my bed.
Completely ignoring the question of 'if', he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear and sits across from me. He smiles at my red tear stained face and kisses my forehead. He rises and pecks my check and wipes a few tears. "I'll be right back, okay?" He whispers leaving me while I'm still uncontrollably crying. I'll get over it, plus, it's for forever. Right? He comes back with a glass of water and sets it on the coaster on my nightstand. I haven't taken my antidepressant pill, plus I'm PMSing. Poor Miles. God, I'm such a handful. He hands me my antidepressant, in which I take and drink the whole glass of water. I always forget to take those first thing in the morning. "Better?" He sits next to me and cradles me in his arms.
I shake my head, no. I start bawling again. I'm like a crying baby. Right when you think I'm done, I start crying all over again. "My best friend is out of reach and I don't know how long she'll be there for, or what they'll do to her, or...." I ramble on and on. Miles just holds me and and comforts me.
It's now 11:38 A.M. and I'm still upset that my best friend is gone but I'll be able to deal with it, hopefully.
Miles and I spend the whole day cuddling and watching horror movies. To be honest, they're aren't even scary; but I think Miles is a little scared, just because the jump scares made him scream once.
The music gets loud and slow, my adrenaline rushing. Miles's grip tightens the killer jumps out and the music makes a loud sound. Miles shrieks, it sounded like it could have been Imogen or me. My brother runs in at full speed. "Aspyn, are you okay, are you hurt?" Asks Dawson.
"Oh we're fine, that feminine shriek was Miles." I start to laugh.
"Oh okay then. I'll be leaving now." He says awkwardly.
I laugh at Miles's embarrassed face. He's so cute when he's mad. "You're mean."
"It was pretty funny. You should have seen your face." I start crying because I'm laughing so hard. Miles starts tickling me everywhere. I scream. It hurts. Stop. I slap him and laugh and scream.
