Fireworks [A Milo Manheim Short Story]

Red Handed

"Jesus Christ.." Milo turned towards Mason his eyes following his best friends line of vision before finally seeing what Mason was gaping at, or well who.
"Holy hell.." Mumbled the tall boy, joining his friend in gaping at the goddess that just walked in through his front gate.

"Milo! It's burning!"
"Oh shit!" Milo quickly lowered the flames on their gas grill before shooting his mom a apologetic look, nervously chuckling as she pursed her lips.
"Let's try to keep our eyes on the meat, the one that's on the grill.." Camryn added the last part knowingly making her son blush in embarrassment.

"Sorry Cammy..." The boys mumbled hanging their heads, Milo waited for his mom to pass by before looking up through his dark eye lashes.
Who in the hell was this girl? How did my mom know her?
Please lord tell me she's single...
.... and ready for a Pringle...

"Dude you got it bad.." Mason laughed, Milo suddenly realized he was staring way too hard, basically undressing her with his eyes and then the worse thing happened. His eyes locked with her almond colored ones, fuck he had just got caught.

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This post explains a bit about this story.. and how it's going to work.

I published this in a rush, I'll make a actual cover and clean it up later when I'm sober 😂😅