Miles Hollingsworth Imagines //DEGRASSI//

Nursing An Empty Bottle

EmoTrinitySpirit

Summary: Miles can't control his drug addiction, so when he passes out at a party Chloe is the only person who bothers to help him.

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Chloe's Point Of View-

Tristan had dragged me to a party because the host was his love interest. It was some yoga instructor guy, and I had a bad feeling about him. Nevertheless I went with Tristan just to make sure nothing bad would happen. I chose not to drink. I was a lightweight for more reasons than one. The main one being was that I never really drank all that often. It just wasn't my cup of tea.

I looked around the forest clearing. There was couple grinding on one another, Tristan stalking the yoga guy over in the corner trying to make it seem like he wasn't undressing him with his eyes, and people making out against trees. But my eyes fell upon none other than Miles Hollingsworth. He was stumbling about the clearing, bumping into a new person every few minutes. He looked like he was genuinely sick.

I couldn't help but to feel bad for him. Everyone judged him for being rich, but they didn't really know him. I didn't either, but something must be going on in his personal life for him to want to be drunk or high all the time. But the final straw was when he fell on his face and people walked away from him. I shook my head at how awful people were here...I walked over to him and grabbed his arm. I pulled him to his feet.

"Dammit Miles," I groaned as I sat him up against a tree.

"W-Who are you?" He questioned drunkenly.

"Chloe Rose...I sit beside you in English class," I told him.

He smiled like he remembered.

"Oh yeah! T-The pretty one."

"How'd you wind up like this?" I asked him.

He laughed.

"The little white pills," he slurred.

I sighed.

Getting him home would be difficult...But I knew I couldn't just leave him here. So I took him to my place. My mom had a night shift that night, so we would be fine and there was no chance of us getting caught. I laid him down on my bed and then got in beside of him. We were touching until he rolled over and wrapped his body around me. I was going to pull away and just sleep on the floor until I realized he was out like a light. He was finally getting some rest. So I didn't move a muscle.

That Morning-

"Where the fuck am I?" I heard Mikes mumble.

It was fair to say that he wasn't drugged up anymore.

"You're at my house."

He jerked away from me.

"Oh fuck Chloe...Did we fuck?" He asked.

I shook my head.

"Um...No Miles," I told him.

"I just let you sleep here before you died while trying to get home."

He nodded.

"Okay...Thank you...For letting me stay here and all," he said.

I nodded.

"No problem."

He sat there for a moment before speaking.

"Why did you help me?" He asked.

I shrugged.

"You wouldn't have been safe out there alone," I told him.

"But still...Why?"

"You should get ready for school Miles," I told him.

He grabbed my hand.

"Why me?"

I simply smiled.

"Because Miles...I can see past the rumors that people spread about you. I can see past what you like to put out into the world. You're not a bad persons...You're mixed in with bad things. But you're not a bad person."

And with that he hugged me.

"You're the first person to ever say anything like that to me...Thank you, Chloe."