Milo Murphy's Law of Love

Meeting Milo

 You sauntered up to the small school, your face absolutely miserable. Leaving your home was the last thing you wanted to do right before summer. You stared up at the school, Home of The Geckos towering over you. You sighed as you walked quietly and dreadfully into the school. You slipped between bustling students who stared down at you politely. You quickly found your locker, and tried opening it. Your combo failed. "Of course..." You muttered, trying again. And again. And again. But your locker refused to open. You cried out in frustration and kicked your locker hard. It jiggled, and a loud metallic clank resonated through the hall way. The first bell rang and most of the students dashed to their first hour class. You groaned in frustration as your locker combo failed again. The second bell rang, and you were still huddled around your locker, kicking it occasionally, and repeatedly trying your defective combo.

Not too far over, Milo had been quietly watching you struggle, not even thinking about Murphy's Law. His curious brown eyes peaked hesitantly around the corner, observing how you didn't give up to the locker, even though everything you were trying wasn't working. He didn't recognize you at all, his mind working to try to place a name to your face. You groaned again, and hit your head on your locker. "Why me?" you muttered.

"Need some help?" Milo asked quietly, cautiously walking towards you. Your head snapped up and to the left when you herd his quiet voice. Your eyebrow lifted in curiosity, but you only nodded your head. Milo smiled as he walked towards your locker. "What's the combo?" He asked. He looked to you, hoping to hear your voice, but you handed him a piece of paper instead. He opened it and scrawled in sloppy hand writing was 5 numbers; 7-27-17. Milo felt a pang of disappointment in his chest, but he just smiled and twisted the numbers in. The locker popped open, but so did a flood of papers, wrappers, a few inhalers, a few packaged condoms, and what appeared to be a love letter with a large 'Amanda Sucks >:(' written in large letters across it.

You picked up the love letter while Milo gathered the other items. You stared at him in slight annoyance. "You know I can get that, right?" You asked. You wished your tone didn't sound so harsh, but it had been such a rough morning, you really didn't care at the moment. Milo froze at the sound of your harsh voice. He wished it wasn't directed towards him. He almost flinched at the coldness of your tone, but he simply stood up with a handful of papers and wrappers, and the condoms in his other hand. He smiled kindly, though his cheeks burned in embarrassment. You felt a stab of guilt, but quickly brushed it off, staring down the fidgeting boy. You crossed your arms tightly across your chest.

"Oh." Was all Milo murmured as he stuffed the items in his hands into his pockets. You lowered your arms as your eyes observed how defeated he looked. You sighed as you picked up the remaining trash on the ground, dropping it loudly into a trash can. Milo flinched at the sound, but he remained where he was.

"Why are you still here?" You asked, your voice ruff with frustration and exhaustion. It was obvious you were pretty done with Milo, but he stayed still.

"I... Well, I guess I thought... I was gonna show you to your first class..." Milo trailed off, his cheeks burning brighter. His hands gripped the items in his pockets tighter. You could hear the crinkle of the garbage and the foil of the condoms. You sighed again, a gentler noise. You walked up to him and pulled his left hand out of his pocket. Milo was about to question you when you stuffed your hand into his pocket. Milo's blush deepened even further, if it was even possible. He had never had someone's hands so close to his crotch, let alone a girl. You pulled out the desired items right as Milo felt a heat stur inside of him. He grunted as you tugged your hand out of his pocket. Milo stumbled slightly back as you walked back to the trash can and dumped the remaining garbage away.

You brushed your hands together as you walked back to Milo. He stared at you, his expression unreadable. You held your hand out. "Lemme try this again. Hey, name's (Y/n)." You muttered, your tone quiet, and kind. Milo almost couldn't believe he was talking to the same person from a few moments ago. Milo shook his head out, and grabbed your hand gently in his.

"Hi, I'm Milo." He said, smiling gently. You returned the smile whole heartedly. You stuffed your bag into the locker and grabbed an arm full of books. You slammed the door shut, and stuck the combo paper back into your pocket. "Ready?" Milo asked politely, as though you two had been friends forever. You smirked at him, linking arms with his and nodding.

"Ready." You said. Milo gulped and nodded, leading you to class.

'This is gunna be interesting...' Milo thought to himself.

Okay, I know I said this would be innocent, but I've changed my mind. I don't think there will be any Fifty Shades of Grey tucked in here, but I will be using sexual references, some curse words (not too intense, don't fear), and some sexual ideas. Only if you guys want it will I make this more... Interesting ;), but until then, I'm putting a ban on sex in this story.  

Tell me what you think below! Thanks!

~Anvocell Rae