Jiles One-Shot Dump

A smile for Eeyore

Okay but what if Miles' Eeyore was actually his fave stuffed animal as a kid??? THATS WHERE I COME IN! ENJOY!
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The tune had come to Miles late one night whilst getting ready for bed. As he brushed his teeth the rhythm developed in his head and stamped itself on his brain from them on.

As soon as Miles got up the next day he locked himself in his studio to get the tune turned into the song.

In the three weeks Miles had been working not a single thing was coming together and he was getting increasingly frustrated. He was unable to translate the tune that played over and over in his head into a proper song.

He had hundreds of balled up pieces of unsatisfying lyrics thrown this way and that all over the studio and had erased and redone the same beat more times than he can remember.

Not a poptart in this world could get Miles out of this slump. J had stepped in to try and help Miles work out the kinks but even then nothing turned out right.

J had become concerned with how long Miles had been shut away.

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With a soft knock J pressed his ear slightly to the white door "What!" Miles called, voice cloudy in tension and aggravation.

J quietly eased the door open and poked his head in "I was wondering what you wanted to eat tonight."

With a heavy sigh Miles scratched out words he had just written into the notebook in front of him "I don't care" Miles grumbled.

"Well then do you wanna-"

"No" Miles said sternly not looking up from the computer in front of him.

J frowned as he stepped more into the room "I just thought you'd wanna get out-"

"J! I honestly don't care what you do but if you can't tell im working so could you leave!" Miles growled sending an irritated look toward the younger boy.

J's face lost its shine as he took in Miles' words, "Right....yeah...I'm sorry" J mumbled as he slowly stepped back out of the room.

Miles heaved a heavy sigh as he turned back to the work in front of him. His brain fought with his heart as he let J walk out of his room.

His brain won.

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J wandered into the living room and flopped down onto the couch with a downcast expression. Miles had been tightly wound for weeks, barely coming to bed and only eating when J practically forces it down his throat.

J had became especially lonely at the loss of the older boy.

Pulling out his phone with a quiet sigh he unlocked it and went through his instagram. As he scrolled through the top feed something particularly familiar struck a chord with him.

Perking up at the sight of the picture he quickly exited the app and went to his contacts. With a swift finger he scrolled through the numbers until he landed on 'Michael'.

He tapped his foot in anticipation as he waited for the older boy to pick up.

"Hey J" a voice called as the call connected, "Michael! Are you busy tomorrow?"

J heard shuffling around as if Michael was getting comfortable before responding "No, what's up?"

"I'm gonna need your help, Miles is in a real bad slump and I have an idea to cheer him up but I need your help to get it"

Michael nodded against the phone, "Sure, I'm down, when do you need me to pick you up?"

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