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charlie

as miles and i sit in silence, i feel the urge to bother him because i'm a good person. he sat at the end of his bed and i was sitting on the pillows, he wasn't facing me.

i slowly reach over, trying to be quiet, i poke him on his hip while recording on instagram. miles jumped up, "ticklish much?" my voice teased.

i laughed while still filming, he didn't see the phone recording, miles jumped on me. he tickled me for what seemed like hours, knowing where to tickle.

i had a ticklish spot under my knee that miles found.

it looked like he was lifting my thighs to him on the camera, he whispered things like "don't touch me ever again." between tickles and laughs, the sound probably couldn't pick it up due to my loud laughter.

miles smiled through the session of his fingers drowning in my skin. his front door opened, we must've been to busy to notice the girl walk in.

over our laughs, the door was being pounded on, her voice filling the door. "are you guys having sex in there or something?" she shouts, opening the door for the view.

miles between my legs, one hand on my waist where he had tickled me, the other holding both of my hands above my head. probably not the best sight to see.

i was slouched and my shirt was up a little, my phone still recording on the bed, no longer on instagram but on my regular camera. "no," miles froze while looking at a smirking meghan.

"okay, well, this position you guys are in," meghan points out "means something was happening." she laughed, setting our drinks on miles' desk.

he and i get off the bed. we grab our drinks, thanking meghan for the caffeinated beverage.

"so, i assume that's a yes?" meghan whispers, putting me in a lot of confusion. miles nudges the girl, shaking his head. "she said no-"

"stop talking."

"okay."

"yes to what?" miles sighs nudging meg once again, whatever they had been talking about, was clearly about me. they both look at me once again, "what are you referring to?" i awkwardly ask.

drinking my coffee, Miles rubs his hands together and looks down. "you didn't even mintion it yet, have you, miles?" the boy shakes his head, rubbing the back of his neck.

i clench my jaw anxiously, growing impatient on the duo before me. "i'll tell you later." miles says to me, easing my worries at each breath.

i nod to the boy, looking at meg as she drinks quickly. "you guys film lately?" she broke the awkward silence with the question.

miles nods and speaks, i drown them out, staring down quietly, clearing my mind. my thoughts went back to where i had been last month.

new york was a blast, i'll admit. i missed some friends i had met in my two years of living there, along with the mindless lovers i met.

exhauted, i rest my head on miles' shoulder. humming silently as i drink the drink, hoping it would wake me up soon.

miles was warm, it felt comfortable, he then put his arm around me. i grew flutters and sat straight up, picking my head off his shoulder.