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She wrinkled her nose when he burped and began to talk about pickle backs–leave it to him to go on some rant and just keep trying to walk right back into her life. First the VMA’s now this–then again–she shouldn’t have been all that surprised. Showing up drunk was kind of Miles 101. Rolling her eyes as he leaned against the door, the small blonde placed her hands on her chest and gently pushed him back, closing the door behind her, not wanting either of the two men to have anything to do with each other. “You have to leave Miles…” she told him once more while they were standing on her front porch. “This,” she said as she motioned at hi with her finger, “Isn’t going to work this time. You can’t just show up here drunk and expect me to want to talk to you…not after everything, alright. You…you gotta go.”
Miles wrinkled his nose as he was pushed back away from the door and her house. He tried to get a glance inside, the man feeling jealousy washing over him at the thought of her possibly having someone over. He looked to her as she began speaking, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Well you won’t talk to me any other time so really this is your fault.” He said stubbornly as he brought his arms up, crossing them over his chest. “You made me drive over here, you didn’t really make me drink, I made that choice all on my own.” He added before snapping out of it. “Come on. Can we just talk? There’s nothing wrong with talking.” He paused. “Unless you’re already ‘talking’ with someone else.” His eyes shot to the door behind her.