brown haired boy ✓

twenty-three.

miles rolled his eyes at me, taking the guitar from my hands and holding it to his side so i couldn't pretend to be focused, "if it's not my fault then tell me what the hell is bothering you-"

"how can you be so sure that it was your fault?" i asked irritably, leaning against the stool, my arm resting on it. i was around five foot four, not really that tall and the stool reaching up a little past my hips.

miles seemed a little hesitant as he ran his hands through his hair, "because i fuck everything up."

i reached for his ringed fingers, dragging him behind into the employees only storage room, my guitar still in his hands. miles held onto me as we stopped and i tried to pull away, "evidently not."

his fingers intertwined with mine, "georgie, i ruin everything-"

"evidently not because i like you!"

and abruptly my hand was at my side, miles snatched away from me as if i were on fire. i watched as his eyes widened, he walked back a few steps until he hit the wall. shaking his head, he looked around before settling his eyes on the wall behind me, "you don't like me-you can't. you-you don't even know me."