Miles had been outside smoking a joint when he finally decided to head back in for a nap. He didn't want to admit this to anyone, but lately he'd felt so out of sorts with himself. It seemed like the only things that made him happy were smoking and sleeping, they were his only true escapes. His father winning the election was all fine and dandy, but it didn't change the strained dynamic between the two of them. In fact, Miles would argue that things were worse than ever. It seemed like no matter what he did or said, his family was still upset with him. Lately he'd been spending more time out with Maya, or alone in his room, and he preferred it that way. It seemed like Frankie and Hunter were doing better, and he didn't need to watch over them as intently as he had before.
When Miles arrived to his room, he was startled by the image of petite Frankie sitting on the roof. He certainly wasn't expecting to see her there, and he had to take a second to catch his breath as he made his way over to her. "What are you doing, weirdo?" He asked, ignoring her statement. Once he crawled out beside her, he took a comfortable seat by her side. His breath still smelled of weed, his hair disheveled and his face in need of a touch up. To say that Miles looked quite messy was an understatement. Pulling his green cargo jacket a bit tighter, he turned his head to Frankie, wondering if she was ready to fess up about whatever she'd been acting weird about for weeks. "I was out in the backyard. I thought you were attending to your goat or something. Guess you came to your thinking spot, eh? Does that mean you're gonna tell me what's going on with you?”
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