That's Miles to you Ms.Davis

Chapter Twenty-Four

Weeks went by and nothing exciting really happened, Miles and I went on a few dinner dates, but mostly hung out at his house or my apartment, I worked, went to soccer practice, and found myself having to lie straight to my brothers face about where I was going and what I was up to. So basically nothing really changed. Its March Seventh, also known as the day I am to meet Miles parents. We are doing sort of a meal in between lunch and dinner, a lixxnner if you will. I'm so nervous I haven't eaten in three days, I barely slept and it shows on my face. I was meeting Miles at his house at two thirty, its currently nine in the morning, but I am starting to get ready now. I started with coffee and a big breakfast, the hungry side of my nerves is kicking in, that took me a good hour and a half to make, eat, and clean up, then I moved on to my shower. I spent two hours in the shower, waking myself up a bit. I then wasted a good hour looking for something to wear, then I texted Miles.

Me: Babe I don't know what to wear.

Miles: Whatever you want, if they don't like it then they can suck it.

Me: Its not that simple. I want your parents to like me.

Miles: Its not the end of the world if they don't, I'm sure they will, how could they not?

Me: Because I'm the kind of kid that your parents warned you about, like the bad influence, rebelious, 'punk rock' kind of kid.

Miles: Stop worrying so much

We had a similar conversation when I had asked him if he wanted me to dye my hair a natural color, I am stressing, I have never been good at meeting parents, even my friends parents. I'm just not the kind of person that parents aprove of.

Miles: And you better be wearing your piercings, don't even ask me.

I sighed and threw my phone on my bed, guess I would just have to be Aubrey then, not that I really knew who that is, other than stacks of lies and and secrets in every dark corner. I went into my closet to find something to wear. I eventually came out and got gressed. I had on hot pink, skin tight skinny jeans, a black oversized tshirt that had a hot pink skull and crossbones with a tira to top it off, and said 'punk princess' In pink cursive. I slid on my black chuck taylors, a long heart necklace, and silver bangles. I put on natural make up, with a smoky eye and bright red lipstick to top it off, then slid a set of earings into each hole in my ear. I slid a dark silver ring into my lip, a sliver heart into my nose, and a round sliver stud into my tongue. It had been a while since I had worn most of my piercings and my face was still lightly bruised, so they were a tad sore, but not to bad. I quickly styled my hair, grabbed my bag and leather jacket and headed out. I slipped into my convertable and headed to Miles house. I went into his house, because he said I didn't need to knock, and found him in his bedroom.

"Hey you."

"Hey." He said, turning around. "Damn you, why do you have to be so hot?" I chuckled.

"Your fault."

"I'm not going to win this am I?"

"Not a chance."

"Shit. Okay." He smiled and wrapped his arms around me. I grinned and pecked his lips. We stood there silently, looking at each other for a few moments before he sighed and shook his head.

"What?" I asked defensively.

"stop doubting yourself. you a great person and if my parents can't see that then that's their problem, not yours."

"I know, but if we were to ever, I don't know, get married or something, I wouldn't want your mother hating me." I blushed on the word 'married' knowing damn well that it was quite a risque thing to suggest on a four month relationship.