brown haired boy ✓

two.

"what's your name? if i tell you mine, will you tell me yours?"

all i could focus on were his lean, ringed fingers curling around the metal of the tracks, "... are you sure you want to sit there?"

he ignored me, "the name's miles, it's not really that interesting though. mom said that they were in a car when she gave birth and that's where the name came from."

"miles, please get up."

shaking his head, he flashed me a smile, "tell me your name."

i rolled my eyes, "it's georgia now get up."

"nah. i think i'll wait for the train, georgie."

miles leaned back and rested his head on his crossed arms as his body streched across the tracks.