Reason #2

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by haileyisblue

by haileyisblue

Reason #2: He trusts you.

Trust is a very important part of a relationship and especially in a marriage. However, in a close friendship the only things you can really trust each other with is to not snitch on where the bodies are buried and to have food ready for you to mooch off of them. In this chapter, I wont stay focused on Miles because he has a million and one reasons to not trust me at all. The main one being: I'm an "artist" again, quote unquote. That being said, any stupid thing I've either already done or have yet to do is going to end with me using art as an excuse for doing the stupid thing. It doesn't help that Miles' first intro to my art class was passing by it during lunch and hearing power saws going off. I remember him giving me a terrified look and then asking "what do you guys do in there?!" So, me being me, instead of giving him a normal answer and telling him they were probably just cutting wood to build canvases, I gave him a wicked smirk and said "art." Now he has a spare in fourth period and sits next to me during my printmaking class so he can watch the hell unfold.
Needless to say, I think he's pretty worried about living with an "artist" in the future. He should be. Especially considering the time I cut my hand pretty good with my printmaking blade.

You know how when two people are in a relationship, people call it chemistry? In the case if me and Miles, the science reference is quite literal, considering he'll be attending university for Biology, and I will be attending for art. If you don't know, art and science actually do coexist within one another in a way. And with that, I think of us as combustion. But with paint.

This mutual distrust hasn't only boiled over in the past year either. Me and Miles met as kids, and by now we have had nearly 7 years of experience and evidence piled up to not trust one another. One is cooking. Miles is an amazing baker, whenever he tells me he's made cookies, I will cross a distance of eternity and a half just to eat them, but cooking is another story. Over the time I've known him, Miles has frozen something in a heated up oven, burned one side of a piece of toast while the other side stayed raw, has successfully turned multiple solid things to soup and multiple soups solid, and has been pushed into a corner and followed by a demonic blender. However, I'm no angel at the grill either. When I was 14 I tried making a frozen pizza and it turned black because my timer didn't go off. Then I tried to make a microwavable chicken pot pie and it wouldn't come out of the tin so it ended up looking like a pile of my mashed up hopes and dreams. So, me and Miles made a compromise. That compromise being that when we live together we will live off of ramen noodles and canned ravioli and spaghetti. Also whatever will fit in a microwave.

Back to art, me and Miles are both guilty of this since were both artists. He's a digital artist and I'm a visual artist so there is also no lesser of two evils here. If I had a dollar for every time Miles has said "Looks great! Now go to bed" after seeing one of my art pieces I could buy us Chef Boyardee canned spaghetti in bulk. We'd both have even more if we had a dollar each for each time we looked at the clock one second and read eight at night and then looked back again the next second and it read midnight.

As a few short reasons I'll touch on later, he has killed me in every fandom we're in. Or has had intention to. In Life is Strange, Miles called the character Mark Jefferson and I dyed my hair blue and wound up looking like an unsettling mix between Chloe Price and Max Caulfield. If you've played Life is Strange, You can see why this is inherently bad. Now we've taken the joke so far that it can't be reversed. In the Avengers fandom (which has been ongoing since we were kids between us and our whole friend group) I'm Tony and he's Loki. That meaning, hes thrown me out of a window by my throat. Since you probably have a good idea by now why we don't trust one another for the most part or you've stopped reading all together, I'll stop there. And since Miles has eaten or threatened to eat anything that looks like divorce papers, the evidence only has years and years more to pile up.