That's Miles to you Ms.Davis

Chapter Eighteen

*Miles Pov*

While packing away some more of her things, I couldn't help but think about the pictures she drew in her sketchpad. A shady looking wearhouse, a naked girl, crying and trying to cover herself from whatever monster that created the shadow on the wall, the picture of her sister, there were tons of them. Even one of two guys getting freaky while a woman watched, crying, and two people, a man and a woman, watched, looking disappointed and angry. All kinds of sad, depressing drawings and yet they all seemed so real at the same time. It was weird and left a strange feeling at the bottom of my stomach. Nonetheless I continued to pack, only asking an occasional questions. At some point Kelsey turned on the music and we quickly finnished the batcave. We moved onto one of her closets and I packed away her sneakers while she threw her sweatpants in a box. Eight boxes of sneakers later, I moved onto the drawers underneath the counter. The first one was full of socks. I started throwing them in the box while Kelsey packed away her hoodies and she packed away her workout clothes. The next drawer was all boy shorts. I grinned thinking of all the comments I could make, but I kept my mouth shut. The next drawer was all briefs and the one after that was all thongs and G-srings.

"How many pairs of underwear does one person need?"

"My mom buys me new underwear all the time, but I haven't grown out of my underwear from eigth grade and they arent destroyed or anything, so I haven't thrown them away." I chuckled, shaking my head. Once I was done with her underwear, I taped the box shut and wrote 'closet one: boy shorts, briefs, thongss, G-strings' and put the box off to the side. Then I got out another box and opened the next drawer. My jaw went slack when I realized it was litterally a drawer full of nighties. I shook my head, but didn't say anything that is, until I started on the third drawer of them.

"Good Lord child! Why do you have so many of these?"

"Because Kelsey thinks they are a great birthday, christmas and anniversarry gift and my mom buys them for me everytime she gets herself one, ever since she found out that I lost my virginity." Kelsey giggled and I looked back down at them.

"Great parenting." I mumbled.

"Hey she also buys condoms regularly." Aubrey joked. "She just knows that no matter what she says I'll do it anyways because she's not a real parent." I shook my head, not sure what else to say, and finished packing her nighties away. About two hours and fifty boxes later, we finnished the closet and moved on to the main part of the room. I decided to start with her nightstand, just something small to get out of the way. I opened the top drawer on the nightstand to the left of her bed. It was litterally tucked into the corner, it was full of pill bottles. I scrunched my eyebrows together.

"Birth control." Kelsey mumbled.

"Does she take it?"

"Nope." Aubrey answered.

"Then why do you have it?"

"Hey my mother might not be mother of the year, but she doesnt want to be a grandma any earlier than she has to."

"So why dont you take it?"

"It can fuck with your fertility, in fact it messed up my mothers and I hapen to want kids."

"Your mom had kids though, infact she had five kids."

"Yeah thousands of dollars and three years of fertility treatments later."

"So how many kids do you want?"

"I don't know, I've never really thought about it."

"Really? Isn't that like a little girl that didnt dream of growing up and having a fairytale wedding?"