Broken.

“It's much easier to not know things sometimes. Things change and friends leave. And life doesn't stop for anybody. I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad. Or maybe shrug at how strange everybody was, especially me. I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and than make the choice to share it with other people. You can't just sit their and put everybody's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can't. You have to do things. I'm going to do what I want to do. I'm going to be who I really am. And I'm going to figure out what that is. And we could all sit around and wonder and feel bad about each other and blame a lot of people for what they did or didn't do or what they didn't know. I don't know. I guess there could always be someone to blame. It's just different. Maybe it's good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there.”

[broken-miles]

caryaacooper:

[Arya walked up to him, almost trying to seem angry as she did. Look up, shoulders back, and look like you’re about to kill someone. But all that happened when she got right in front of Miles was that she hugged to her, pulling back a little bashfully some moments too soon] I was worried about you. And I lost the flower you got me, I’m so sorry…

Miles held her close wrapping his arms around her and not planning on letting go any time soon. But Arya pulled away far too quickly for his taste, but he held back a sigh as he watched the beautiful girl before him. "The flower? You're worried about that flower?" He raised a brow. "There's an entire garden out there for you, Arya. I would give you all the Delphiniums in the world if I could." He watched her for a moment before asking, "What's on your mind? It's not just the flower that's bothering you, obviously."

[natalie-vega]

Being clumsy is talent? [Natalie chuckled at the younger man.] I’ll see what I can do. No promises. 

[broken-miles]

For me it is. -he nodded seriously, his expression sincere while his eyes shined playfully- Thanks, I appreciate it. I'm Miles, by the way. 

[natalie-vega]

Wait, what? You want me to fix it? [Natalie stared down at the broken pieces before her, inspecting it for a moment before laughing.] Man, you fucked it up.

[broken-miles]

Eh, what can I say? That's like, a talent of mine.

[aryaacooper]

Miles… boy—ba—um, okay. 

[broken-miles]

Hmm? -he asked, turning around and freezing at the sight of the familiar redhead; his expression immediately softened- Hey. Hi. Arya. 

[arizona-kmetko-blog]

Jesus, man… you’re somethin’ else.

[broken-miles]

Something else?

I can't tell if you're complimenting my awesome rapping skills or if that was your attempt at subtly insulting me. Either way, thanks.

[broken-miles]

My-my-my-my music keeps me so hard makes me say oh my Lord Thank you for blessing me with a mind to rhyme and two hype feet That's good when you know you're down A super dope homeboy from the Oaktown And I'm known as such And this is a beat uh u can't touch

[disquietthoughts]

Please put down the Oreo cheesecake.

Or I’ll….use my broom.

[broken-miles]

.....

...Nah.

[aryaacooper]

Arya stared at him as if he were an idiot. “Yes I’m serious.” As if it were obvious, even. She pressed her lips together in a small pout at his compliment. She smiled tightly at him, though even that action was getting tired to keep doing, that act was exhausting to keep up. “Hi, Miles.” She told him with a soft voice, smiling at him for real. “So I’m… very last minute and all but would you by any chance want to go to the… y’know the thing with me, maybe?”

[broken-miles]

"Oh." Was all he could say in response to such an answer. But for once Arya was hesitant about something, or at least relatively hesitant, and that was both exciting and intriguing to the young man. "Hi." He said again, his expression falling ever so slightly just at the realization she was talking to him. He looked around nervously to make sure it was him she was talking to and not somebody else. Turning back around, Miles nodded shyly as he tried his best to hide back the smile that threatened. "Yeah. Yeah, of course. I'd love to."

[aryaacooper]

"Oh no, I should add sparkles in my hair—wait I didn’t get any sparkles, did I? Shit now I won’t look super cute and just average cute. This is ruined."

[aryaacooper]

[broken-miles]

"Are--you being serious?" Miles asked, his eyes wide. "I mean, either way you'll look beyond cute. Just sayin'. Not that you aren't already cute. Cause  you kind of are. More than kind of. Really cute. You probably know that, though. I hope. You should. Sorry. Hi, Arya."

[something-like-a-crisis]

Do you know how to do hair and make up?

[broken-miles]

I mean, I can try if you want?

[melancholylikesully-blog]

"Look, I wasn’t trying to offend you, but honesty—whoa— okay…. we’re hugging now…”

[broken-miles]

"Really, it's okay, Nothing I haven't heard before, Sam." Miles carefully wrapped his arms around his friend, though, not thinking twice about it other than how much he felt that he needed a hug.

[cohenfuckingbrody]

"What do you say we blow this snowball thing? I mean, I’ll wear a fucking tux and all that jazz because have you fucking seen me in a tux? I’m fucking sexy." Cohen laughed. "But like, I’ll probably just be drunk the whole time."

[broken-miles]

"What's the point of wearing a tux if you're just gonna get drunk, if you don't mind me asking?" Miles raised a brow, trying not to laugh in his amusement. "Besides, y'know, being sexy in it and everything. Not that I don't believe you, but..."

[disquietthoughts]

I’m you were her friend…Miles, isn’t it?

[broken-miles]

Yeah. That's me.

[disquietthoughts]

Charlotte Davis…Charlie….

[broken-miles]

Oh. Fuck. -he dropped his chin to his chest, rubbing his neck with the back of his hand as he avoided looking the girl in the eyes- Nonono...

[disquietthoughts]

My friend…Charlie….

[broken-miles]

Charli--who? Charlie who? 

[disquietthoughts]

She’s gone…

[broken-miles]

Who... who's gone?

[aryaacooper]

Arya rolled her eyes and dragged him towards her room once they reached it. Empty, which was great. A tight smile graced her lips before she turned and reached behind Miles to shut the door. Arya then shoved Miles onto her bed and climbed over him, straddling his hips as she removed her shirt. “I went home, by the way, it wasn’t as fun as you’d think.” She told him, as if it was just so fine and casual for any of this.

[broken-miles]

Miles followed her reluctantly, stupidly oblivious as to what she had in store for him. Of course, the moment she pushed him onto her bed he'd gotten an idea of where she was going with this. "Arya--" He's began but was suddenly cut off as she practically pounced on him, her legs straddling his hips. He raised a brow as her shirt came off, her words meaning absolutely nothing to him at the moment as he tried to analyze why exactly she was doing this. Shaking his head before she could make another move, Miles gently grabbed hold of both of her wrists to hold her back. "You went home?" He tried to remember what exactly it was that she had said. And then all of a sudden he realized exactly why she was doing this and his gaze shifted from puzzled to knowing. "Stop it," he whispered softly, holding her gaze steadily. "Why did you go home?" He tried asking, holding her back from trying to make another move.