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requested by @TheMelodicPotato my boy by billie eilish
miles was a shady person to y/n although being her boyfriend. he had distanced himself more when she asked him out and now she called him a shadow because he lurked around the hallways late at night.
he had no friends other than quint and flora. they were the only ones who saw past his dark facade and saw his soft side, having scared off others with it.
my boy, my boy, my boy. don't love me like he promised!
"hey miles, do you want to go for a ride on the horses?" y/n smiled as she leaned lovingly into his doorframe.
"no." he coldly replied, strumming his guitar strings with the pick.
"we could go on a walk in the maze o-or we could play hide and seek with fl-"
miles turned around, staring at her in disgust. "we might as well go on a walk through the maze and i'll leave you in the middle of it. you're such a loud mouth, just shut it already." he spat.
"oh. i'm sorry for bothering you." y/n slinked away into her room, hurt from his sudden words.
later she found him in the hallways laughing quietly with quint after a night out, the smell of dirt and alcohol filling the space.
my boys being sus, and he don't know how to cuss- he just sounds like he's tryna be his father.
in the morning came knocking at her door. it opened by itself, miles behind the door. he frowned at y/n, laying in bed still just barely conscious. the boy stepped towards the bed and sat on the edge, bringing a hand to her head to stroke the hair out of her face.
"i'm sorry for yelling at you last night. i-i'll change for you." he whispered.
and she heard him say this clearly as a blue sky before confronting him two days later when he snapped at her again. it made her sick.
"alright dude, go- trip over a knife." she groaned, crossing her arms and glaring at the angry boy.
"oh, fuck you." miles spat.
"fuck me? no fuck you. you're such a toxic person. do you-" she paused, "do you even love me?"
don't love me like he promised!
miles took a second to think. he did, but maybe not enough to the point that he was totally mushy and love struck. he didn't answer, only banging the drums harder than he had before, giving y/n an earache.
and y/n left his room, going to hers and jumping into her covers, covering her ears to block out the echoing banging miles was producing.
you want me to be yours, well then you gotta be mine and if you want a good girl then good bye.
aspen! hello my head hurts it's 5:08am and my blanket is wet for absolutely no reason
