Golden Heart

(15) The 12th of June

Warning: Mature content for themes around self-harm, violence, strong language, drugs, alcohol and sex will be mentioned in the story.

Golden Heart

The sunlight was shining right on him, making him sweat even more under the thick layers of his clothes. The stone floor under them was radiating all the heat, it was extremely hot outside, it was like hell. Every day it rained, why did it have to be sunny today? Especially in Summer. Miles hadn't expected it to get this warm. And there wasn't a single cloud on the sky, not a single cloud that could cover up the sun for at least a minute. 

He was standing in front of a coffee shop, a hot coffee in his hand, as he waited for Brooks to arrive. It was already two o'clock and he was supposed to arrive at half past one. Of course Miles had been kind enough to wait for his boss, he knew how angry he'd get if he just left without saying word. He wasn't allowed to leave if his boss was late, but his boss could do whatever he pleased. 

Miles regretted wearing his black leather jacket today. He had known how hot it was going to get and he was sure his cologne wasn't strong enough to cover up the sweaty smell. He didn't care about the smell as much but it sure did feel comfortable to be sweating under a leather jacket. He always had to choose a bad outfit. 

He looked down at the coffee mug he was holding, it was almost empty. He hated coffee more than anything but hadn't slept all night and needed something to wake him up a little. Of course the lack of sleep was also Brooks fault, that guy never knew when someone was in desperate need of sleep. Or her rather didn't care. And as always he had called Miles in the middle of the night, telling him to come here around half past one. And here he was, annoyed and tired, dark circles under his eyes. 

Miles raised the coffee mug and gulped down the rest of the bitter liquid before throwing the empty mug into the trashcan next to him. He noticed a young woman sitting on the bench right next to him. She turned to look at him as he threw the mug away, eyeing him up and down before smiling lightly. The smile was barely noticeable but he still saw it. He let a smug grin spread across his face and the girl winked at him with her ocean blue eyes before putting a strand of her caramel hair behind her ear. Miles was about to go over to the girl and perhaps have a conversation with her, she was obviously interested in him, but before he could do that a black BMW came to a halt right in front of him and honked.

He turned his head to see what was going on and saw the black car. And  before he even had time to react he spotted the man sitting on the passenger seat and he sighed. 

Brooks.

The man opened the passenger door and stepped out with such elegance, the driver seemed to be one of Brooks many "friends" which was at least what he liked to call them. Miles was sure he payed them to drive him around and give him whatever he wanted. Like butlers. He did have enough money to pay people like that after all. Though he really didn't care, Miles knew how lazy Brooks could be. He never did anything by himself, not if he didn't have to.

Miles ran a hand through his short curls, clearing his throat and looked down at himself to make sure he still looked good and hadn't spilled his coffee anywhere. Brooks approached him with a scowl on his face, Miles was sure he was going to yell at him for something again. Because, oh god, Brooks loved yelling at people. The man was crazy and loved letting everyone know how shitty they are.

He stopped walking right in front of Miles and let a devilish smile spread across his face. Miles only looked at him in confusion, waiting for him to speak. Because if someone ever dared to talk before Brooks did they'd definitely get yelled at too. Everything about Brooks was weird, not only the way he acted but also the way he looked. With his weird, colorful suits and his expensive shoes, his big cars and the million "friends" he had. But Miles had learned to not question it, at least not ask about it.