Coffee&Cigarettes

Part Four

(The picture is for the rave they go too and the song is for her and Will. Can I please get some feedback and votes on this please please please? If you listen to the song while you read this, it's like 10x sadder. okay enjoy xx)

 It’s been three weeks since Will and I started dating. I practically live at his house now, which makes Miles happy and irritated because he gets the house to himself but I also rarely see him now. So today I’m dedicating my entire day and half the night to him to make up for it.

I walk through my front door with snowflakes littering my hair and smile at the sight of Miles on the couch. “Hey,” I say.

His head turns slightly to reveal his tired eyes and greasy hair. He looks at me, but it’s as if he’s looking through me. “Hey,” he replies.

“Jesus, you’re wrecked. What happened?”

“I haven’t showered in two days and I’ve been up all night.”

“Why on earth?”

“This new game came out and-”

“Stop.” I hold my hand up and kick off my shoes. “Go shower and then let’s do something.”

“Give me twenty minutes.” He jumps up and sprints to the bathroom.

It takes him an hour because he’s so tired and finally I get irritated and strip his shirt off, throwing a hoodie at him that he puts on without complaining. He practically pushes me out the door, even though I’ve been waiting on him this whole time and he closes the door for me once I climb in his car.

“Where too?” I ask.

“Tacos and then I’m not sure,” he says as he pulls off the sidewalk in front of our house.

“How about we go ice skating?”

“You know I’m terrible at that,” he grumbles.

“I know.” I grin and then we’re off to get tacos. We eat on the way to the ice skating ring which is on the other side of town.

Miles is actually terrible at ice skating, absolutely terrible. I’m all right; I can at least stay on my feet, but he falls six times just walking onto the ice, so he gives up and goes to buy hot chocolate.

“C’mon Miles,” I whine.

“I’m good,” he says holding up a hand.

“No. Now,” I demand. He rolls his eyes, but he joins me back on the ice and I have to hold his hand for him to stay up, like a little kid. After another hour of him falling and me making jokes about him he refuses to stay another minute, so we each get another hot chocolate and leave.

“Where too?” Miles asks while holding a hand in front of the vent.

“Go by the music store. I left my phone with Will,” I reply.

“All right. Hey is this cold?” He places his freezing hand on my neck causing me to jump out of my skin. He laughs uncontrollably.

“Don’t do that!” I swat his hand away and turn the heating vents on me.

We pull up at the music store and he parks next to the sidewalk in front of the store. We walk in and I smile when I see Will even though his back is to me, but when he moves a little to wash down the counter I see Matt standing there talking to him and I stop.

“Are you going to ditch her yet?” Matt asks obviously irritated.

“No,” Will says.

“Why? That was the deal. You get her to fall for you and then you break her-”