Little Wonder (Phan)

Ninety-Two.

 (WHAT IS WITH ME AND MAKING CHILDREN LOOK LIKE YOUTUBERS AND NOT REALISING IT UNTIL IT'S TO LATE. WINNIE LOOKS LIKE A YOUNG CARRIE AND MILES, AS I'VE NOW REALISED, LOOKS LIKE A YOUNG PJ. SOMEONE END MY SUFFERING. This is a random thought but I just had to get it out there, sorry to be in the middle of the story.)

Ever since that day Miles had insisted on walking me to wherever I needed to go, sometimes it was just to my parents car to make sure that no one bugged me or tried to mess with me. I knew that Daddy found it endearing, and Auntie Dodie had found it adorable, but it was clear that not everyone was alright with this. Papa still had his doubts about Miles. "So this is like, your most favourite movie ever?" Grinning at me we sat side by side on the couch with our eyes glued to the TV most of the time, but sometimes out of the corner of my eye I saw him just watching me, I didn't tell him to stop because it didn't feel weird to me. "Please tell me you can at least see the irony with 'Winnie the Pooh', /please/." With any other person besides my Aunties, my Uncles, and my parents, I would never let anyone know my favourite movie that was intended for much smaller children. But it just seemed right to tell Miles. "I'm not gonna make fun of you for it, Win. I wouldn't make fun of you for something like this, we all have our favourite movie. Want to know mine?" I beamed at him and nodded, I was eager to know something else about the person I'd been calling my best friend for awhile. Leaning in a little closer he snickered before turning away from me. "Well actually, it's more like a company I'm quite fond of the DC Comics, they make amazing movies, no matter what those Marvel lovers say." He stuck out his tongue.

"Mmm. So like Deadpool?" I was amused by his appalled expression and couldn't help but let out a snicker. "You know I'm joking, I know Deadpool is Marvel, but you have to admit if you don't actually think about it for a second, and you didn't know them /to/ well, the difference would be hard to see." I lay my head on his shoulder, I'd learned over time that it was a good way to shut him up, he'd become flustered and red-faced and I'm sure running home to ask him mom and dad what it meant when a girl leaned up against you or rested her head on you. That would be a conversation I would pay to be a fly on the wall for. Another expression by Papa and Daddy. "So this was a nice normal conversation, whatever shall we talk about next?" Giving me a shrug he lay his head on top of mine and wrapped an arm around me, it felt strange but nice. I couldn't help but smile as I huddled closer to him. That is until I heard someone clear their throat and we were sent sailing apart, on our own accords. "Papa! I didn't hear you get home!"

He was trying to frown but I saw that he was tired and he just shook his head, offering a smile towards what I could hope was the both of us. "How long you been here Miles, you gonna need a ride home, or is your mom gonna come pick you up?" Leaning against the wall he waited until Miles sputtered out that his mom would come to pick him up around 10, unless he could stay the night. "Yeah, sure. Stay the night, I don't mind. Winnie, sweetie, Daddy's gonna be gone for a few days on business, he's going to Vidcon but all our friends are going to so we have no one to babysit you and I don't trust hired babysitters." That's when Miles jumped up, claiming that he had a brilliant idea. Smirking I leaned back, anything that he said was brilliant surely was not.

"My mom! She can watch Winnie, I mean you'll have to call her, but then you could be with your husband, Mr Lester." Suddenly he was back to playing with his hair and quietly sitting beside me though being quiet was not one of his usual traits. "She'd love to, I'm sure. She's always curious about what it would be like to have a daughter. She and -- Well, they can't /have/ a kid, actually I'm not even there kid, technically, I'm adopted." Smiling he tipped his head a bit, but then that smile vanished and he looked back and forth between us. "What, to much? Mom always said that I had a few things to work on when it came to social conversation. But give her a call, hm?"

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SO WE'LL LEARN SOME NEW THINGS ABOUT MILES.