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requested by @vinture i don't know if the tag will work whoops flashing lights by kanye west
he watched as she walked down the hall, a small, flirtatious wink sent his way. miles watched as y/n walked into her classroom, boys chasing after her and running up to her.
she was elegant and definitely not like other girls. y/n didn't believe in shooting stars, she believed in shoes and cars. she was rich- in the way that her mindset was positive and straightforward. she would have wood floors in a new apartment, decked out with couture from a fashion department. the girl loved drama and fights, while the boy she was seeing was completely the opposite.
miles was one to take trips to florida, much like the time they spent together on the coast where they ordered hors d'oeuvres. it perfectly replicated a scene from one of y/n's books written by her favourite author. the weather was amazing, the right amount of chilly for a walk onto the bridge.
y/n danced carelessly to a song whilst miles observed her. the way her body moved amazed him and her gaze set upon him, watching him watch her movements.
until a flash came through the door, startling both miles, y/n and the photographer. the footsteps of the photographer echoed through the hallways as miles chased them down, loosing them in the study hall.
"shit!" he yelled. it would absolutely ruin y/n's reputation at this academy and he wouldn't want to mess with her.
but the photo had gotten out and y/n was mad. she was mad at the fact that she had finally realised how wrapped around miles' finger she was.
he recalled how much she liked to show off, but he never thought that she would take it this far. her skirt was higher and she wore knee high socks, her hair more elegantly done than she normally would have it.
and miles would sometimes catch her glancing at him.
his journal saw most of his thoughts, mostly about the girl that had his heart.
i know it's been a while sweetheart we hardly talk, i've been doing my own things i know what i did was foul but baby lately you've been in my brain
first class with the seat back in my past, you on the other side of the glass of my memories museum
i'm just saying; mona lisa come home, you can't roam without caesar.
