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@mileswho-blog
“not gonna lie… i listened to nsync’s album for the first time the other day and it was actually kind of dope. i’m not gonna lie, i’m sort of hyped for their new album.”
“i don’t like n*sync. well, i do but not that justin one. i hope he flops. and i hope britney dumps him.”
“nice to see you too, babe.” she rolled her eyes whilst mimicking the boy’s accent, since he always spoke in such a drawl. “is that all you have to say, ya’ nitwit? where’s my long awaited apology, miles ‘are you okay’ rose?” she grinned, teasing him back in attempts to lighten the mood. although ivy saw right through him, knowing the boy, he probably wasn’t even joking. he’s been through hell and back so that thought was an easy trigger. her face softened a bit at his words, cupping his chin, so that his eyes were fixated on her. “don’t even joke about that.” she emphasised on each word.
“that is an awful impression,” he told her but still, he couldn’t help but giggle. she’d actually got it spot on, his slow speech tied in with his somewhat strong accent. “i’m sorry that you love me so much, which is the reason behind your worrying,” he grinned, kissing the top of her her head before his chin was grabbed, making him look at her. “s’just a joke, ain’t it? gotta joke about it otherwise it’s gonna get me down.”
“you!! fucking!! dickhead!!” ivy spat out upon encountering the curly haired boy, a flood of relief washed over her, knowing that he’s well and alive — although that didn’t stop her from aggressively pounding at his chest with her bare two hands. “damn right you owe me a fucking apology! you scared the shit out of me. i thought you left me for dead.” she pleaded, pulling him into a hug.
“nice to see you too, babe,” he chuckled as her hands suddenly collided with his chest, making him fall back a few steps. he hated how lanky he was, always falling over because he couldn’t control his gangly limbs. “eh, wishful thinking that, ain’t it?” he teased, wrapping his arms tight around her frame. “but you ain’t got rid of me yet, you’re stuck with me for now.”
“i was walking around the park today and these pre-teens were screaming because they saw a spider. it was so weird! like, why are people so scared of spiders? they don’t do anything? at the most, you could turn into spider-man or spider-girl, which isn’t that bad.”
“why’s it gotta have so many legs though?”
“well, you can leave me alone, you know. i’m a big girl, whether you believe it or not.” she raised her eyebrows and then followed him around some more. “what do you rent here?”
“hanging out with a new chick is better than standing at a kiosk, watching fat kids throw balls at a thing to knock it over when actually, it’s glued on so it ain’t gonna fall over,” he shrugged. “uh --- that’s a good question. i have no idea. boats maybe?” he laughed, looking around the room, he’d never been in there and never intended to again. “the ugly, boring ones get put in here ‘cause the customers rarely come over here.”
“hey, i care about sandwiches!” monte pouted playfully. “miles, can i ask you something? … would you consider yourself a… lazy individual?” monte tilted his head to the side. “aw, i loved disney! it was nice seeing everyone fully dressed as like, disney characters. i really loved seeing prince eric at the castle! oh, where were you too, by the way?”
“lazy?” he repeated, sticking his tongue into the side of his cheek as he thought carefully. “not if i give a shit about what i’m doing. i was never lazy learning guitar or studying for uni but --- with this? yeah. guess so. i’m here for money so i’m gonna do the bare minimum,” he shrugged, not caring that he was admitting all of this to the boy that could potentially fire him. “prince eric your type, eh?” he winked, shrugging again when monte asked where he was. “well, i was in a car crash so i was late and after that? just.. walking about on my own. no one wanted me there anyway.”
“i wasn’t trying to– yes, that was what i meant.” he nodded. “well, i spent a whole lot of time being her best friend and then it just– happened.” he smiled a little at the thought of his new girlfriend, chuckling.
“ah, see --- for shit like that to happen, i gotta be mates with people. atlas is too hot to fuck and ivy, well --- she’s.. ivy, ain’t she?” he chuckled, thinking to his two closest friends. “but you got lucky, man. keep onto her. she can pack a punch too so don’t get on her bad side.”
the only reason for california not returning his high five was the fact that where she was from, high-fiving wasn’t really.. a thing– so she thought it was just some movement from america. “are you sure?” she frowned. “you should go work if it’s your shift.”
“eh, work really.. ain’t what i wanna do right now. and i ain’t leaving you on your own, that’d be shit of me,” he shrugged, guiding her over to the rental cabin once he realized it was more or less empty. “this is uh, where.. you can rent shit. but that’s kind of obvious. i think you can get tacky shit here too but i’d never buy anything from this place.”
“yes, which makes me very happy that i get to explore even more places!” he beamed just at the thought of it. “why not? does talking about food make you too hungry?” monte asked, curious, as he made contact with someone who got miles’ basketball and threw it to the raven-haired male.
“no offense, handsome but no one really cares about sandwiches,” he shrugged, thanking the person who tossed the basketball back to them. “love it when they do the work for me. what a great life i lead,” he smiled, picking up another basketball to spin on his finger. “how’d you find disney and that? let’s talk about that.”
dima raised an eyebrow at miles’ words. “yeah, of course. you are totally the type to date women.” he nodded, grinning a little. “don’t worry, i know what you mean. but yeah, being nice might actually help you getting laid.”
“i ain’t gay,” he quickly protested, misunderstanding dima’s insult for a brief second. “oh --- you mean, like, i ain’t the type to date?” he laughed nervously, tying his hair up when the wind kept blowing it across his face. “how’d you do it? get someone as fit as sheila?”
california knew he wouldn’t care about her answer, so she decided to just let it be and not answer at all. “uhm, i’m working in the games and arcade department but my shift only starts in two hours. i came early to get my uniform and explore and all, you know.”
“oh shit! that’s where i work too,” he said, putting his hand up for a high five before realizing how lame that was and he slowly put his hand back in his pocket, full of shame. “you came two hours early? i turn up five minutes after my shift has started --- actually, i should be working right now. oh well. one of the others will cover me if it comes to it.”
“depends.”
“lookin’ like this and being nice... it’s a winning combo, don’t you think? maybe i should be nice. i’d get laid so much,” he grinned before clearing his throat, looking up at dima. “laid... like, uh, ladies. ladies’ AIMs. to date ‘em.”
Monte thought long and hard about that question, never really registering what he was missing. After a few long pauses, he went on. “I don’t know… Just things people do in their free time. Like maybe more biking. But I do that already…” He thought some more. “Okay, okay, so what’s your opinion on them? I think if I have them every day of my life they’d be too exhausting but they’re good for now.”
miles rolled his eyes, groaning as the basketball fell from his finger and bounced away, not bothering to get it, despite his manager sitting right in front of him. “more biking?” he asked, expecting a more exciting answer but then again, it was monte. “i ain’t gonna discuss fuckin’ sandwiches with you, mon, it’s boring.”
california sighed at his words. “kyoto is in japan.” she explained before nodding and following his instructions, finding the ladies’ bathroom pretty quickly. “so, what do you want to show me?” she wondered when she was back, looking at miles.
“oh... wicked! you’re from japan!” he grinned, trying his best to be nice and somewhat interested. “how does uh, america differ?” he asked, knowing he wouldn’t care for the answer. once she returned, he shrugged and looked around, wanting to avoid anyone who would want to use him as their punching bag that day. “uh --- what are you interested in? d’you know what bit you’re working on yet?”
“being nice gets you further than being a fucking asshole.”
“yeah, probably makes it a lot easier to get in people’s pants too.”
“that girls hate you??” he raised an eyebrow, torn between flippant amusement and concern for his friend. “why, though?? like, how did you even provoke that?? ‘s not ‘cause of that thing with lil’ andy pandy, is it??”
“well, they definitely don’t like me,” he confirmed, chuckling as he tried to count all of the people that didn’t despise him on his hand, only coming up with two and one of them were sitting opposite him. “i reckon it is. that night.. just.. went weird, didn’t it? broke up the scissor sisters and then everyone thought they’d have a go at hittin’ me.”
