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charlie

"ew, you're wearing that?"

i turn around to face the boy, "what's wrong with it?" i question, holding the hems of my shirt out. it had been later in the night, and we were just about to leave to the new lair bar.

miles threw a shirt at me, telling me to put it on. "it'll look so much better." he states, watching me take off the tshirt i was wearing before and replace it.

"there," i huff, turning around to him, watchin ghim put his thumbs up in pleasure. "i'm dressed, you're still a bitch, let's go."

i walk out to my kitchen as miles grabs his keys. just as we leave, i lock the door, hearing him call for me while he starts his car. "hurry up, we gotta get drunk, hoe!"

getting in the car, i turn the radio up. "okay, seriously- just let me plug in some good music." i beg to the boy in the driver's seat, watching him roll his eyes.

"fine, nothing new york-y."

squealing loudly, i plug my phone into the cord, playing some classics. by classics, i mean- mostly twenty one pilots, let's be honest. "can you just be nice to me for two seconds-"

"i've been with you for two whole days, this is the nicest i've ever been to you." he exclaims, driving down the streets swiftly.

"i want josh dun to play me the way he plays drums."

"you want him to beat you?"

"of course."

once we reach a redlight, miles and i had fully been bopping in the car, probably gaining eyes from by passers. they'll like it, it's a free concert for them.

even before, i had always adored seeing miles so joyful and hyper. it always gave me a bust of energy and over all had me grateful.

we pull up to wal-mart, getting out quickly. i pull out his camera that had been sitting in the car and vlog a little for fun. miles would enjoy seeing a bad bitch on his camera.

"hey hoes, i'm charlie." i smile brightly, miles looks at me as i attemp to vlog. which, i'm not very good at. i put the camera in my face, saying all of my social media accounts.

we love a self promo.

"girl, they know who you are." miles said from next to me, taking his camera, "hi everyone," he spoke loudly to his camera, people stared and pointed. i awkwardly push him.

"miles people are looking-"

"i'm with charlie, we're going into wal-mart right now so we can get some food for her house, and a lot of alcohol." i hear, making me slap his arm lightly.

"i will leave-"

"charlie loves her alcohol, clearly."

i laughed and spoke, "don't tell them that, they'll think we're alcoholics." i quietly yell at miles, gaining a laugh. he put his camera down as we walked into the store, feeling the cold breeze.