#icehoundbaker

[150milesph-blog]

"You’re saying this was an accident?"

"How many people are going to accuse me of crashing my car on purpose until I finally stop getting asked that question? Don't be ridiculous, of course it was an accident."

[150milesph-blog]

Text | Luke

Miles: Hey. Uh, my brother's in the hospital thanks to your bud, Owen. I'm not getting into the logistics here, I just want to know if you can keep an eye on him. Owen, not my brother. I've got that part taken care of.

Miles: Oh, and if any of you touch Hunter again, consider your hockey careers over.

[biancadancesousa]

Text | Luke

Bianca: Hey Sticks. Can I ask u for a favor?

[undisclosedpositivity-blog]

props to luke for being so amazing at rping him and letting us mess with him. he's the best. :)

[150milesph-blog]

Text | Luke

Miles: You doing anything tonight? I'm heading out.

[biancadancesousa]

Text | Sticks

Bianca: Where r u?

Bianca: Please tell me that anon was lying.

Bianca: Okay?

[150milesph-blog]

Unwell | Miles and Luke

It was another long night for Miles, a night filled with discussions about the future and a map drawn up with plans that weren't his. "This is the plan!" Mr. Hollingsworth yelled, his voice echoing throughout the family's mansion. Miles shuttered at the sound of his harsh voice, ducking for a moment, in fear of getting hit by his father. It hadn't happened often, but it did before, enough times to make Miles nerves run wild whenever he was put in situations like these. "You do realize your other children are sound asleep in their bedrooms right now... probably not anymore." Miles breathed quietly, looking away from his father as he created a space between them. "Good. If they wake up, then you can explain to them that you're disobeying your mother and I." The man sat down, sorting through several papers that were laid across the table and shook his head with an obvious disappointment. "I had hopes for you, dreams. It seems like you're constantly out to ruin the Hollingsworth name. You're supposed to carry that name with respect." Mr. Hollingsworth pointed his finger at Miles, waving it at him and ignoring any attempt he had to defend himself. "I'm going out." Miles muttered, pulling his keys out of his pocket and heading for the door. He barely made it out of the kitchen before his father grabbed his wrist and spewed his next collection of words. "You get back to your room and look over those internships! Important people took time out of their day to find something for you, Miles, and you just throw that away?!" His words came out all at once, each one of them clearly meant to take a stab at Miles' work ethic.

"Don't touch me!" Miles shouted, snapping his wrist away from his father. He shook his head, tears beginning to well up in his eyes and then finally walked away. Nobody chased after him, they never did, not unless it was to take another cheap shot. Miles was relieved to know that no one would be out looking for him. This was his time to unwind, to forget. As he got into his car, Miles rested his head against the back of the new leather interior. Tears raced their way down his cheeks and suddenly his vision clouded with sadness. He was only distracted by the sound of his phone going off, a text message appeared on the screen and he quickly checked to see who it was. Admittingly, he had hoped it would be Maya, or Zoe... but it was Luke Baker. He wiped his eyes free of the cloudy tears and read his text. "Can you pick me up?" The first text read, which led Miles to slight confusion. He had given drugs to Luke the night before, but did that suddenly constitute for a friendship between them? "I know, it's weird. But you're the only dude I know with your own car." Miles pressed his lips together, staring at the text, before he sent out a reply. "Sure. Where are you?" He replied, noticing that it was already 2 am. Somehow his father had managed to keep him up into the late hours of the night discussing his future. It wasn't abnormal behavior for the Hollingsworth family by any means, but for most people it probably was.

When Miles went to get Luke, he noticed that the boy appeared a little disheveled, possibly dirty as well. "What's up with you? You're looking kind of... rough." Miles spoke upon arrival, unlocking his car door for him to get in. "Don't ask." Luke muttered in reply, sleepily getting into the car and looking around at their surroundings. "Hey, man, you got a joint?" Luke asked upfront, knowing that Miles probably wouldn't leave the house without a few of his party favors. Miles wasted no time pulling one from his pocket and handing it over to Luke, watching the other boy place it to his lips and light it instantly. "Where to?" Miles asked, revving the engine before he drove off to their next location. "Not home." Luke sadly replied, sighing as he bent down for another hit. "Just take me to my car. It's out of gas. I walked to my friend's house but he couldn't loan me the money." Luke ran his fingers through his hair, putting the joint to his lips yet again and inhaling deeply. The two of them wasted no time getting to Luke's car, it only took about ten minutes, which probably meant that Luke had walked at least a half hour to his friend's place.

Miles unlocked the door and nodded over to Luke. "Hey, hit me up whenever you want anything else, even if it's just to hang out." He stated truthfully, putting his hand out to give Luke a handshake. He quickly realized this was something he had picked up from his father, and brought his hand back before Luke could even shake it. Miles handed Luke a fifty dollar bill before they parted ways. “For a cab, and some gas.” He explained. Luke thanked him, taking the money and slipping it into his pocket. His hand came back out with a small baggie in it, and he waved it in front of Miles. "I still have some E leftover from last night, if you wanna get into some trouble." He pulled one of the small tablets out of the baggie and placed it on his tongue, quickly swallowing it before Miles could have any input. "Oh, I don't know man, that's not really my thing." Miles shook his head, waving a hand in front of him as he declined the offer. "Suit yourself." Luke replied, tossing another tablet into his mouth. He leaned his head against the seat and Miles looked at him for a moment, wondering what kind of effect those particular drugs would have on Luke. Miles knew that everyone's body reacted differently, and he wasn't particularly sure he should just leave Luke alone at this point. "Why don't we just go for a drive? I've got a few hours to spare. I'm sure my dad won't be asleep until another hour or so. I'd like to avoid him at all costs tonight."

After a couple of joints and a long discussion about how crappy their dads treated them, Miles was suddenly ready for the joy ride he had initially been hoping for tonight. Luke was pretty far gone, nodding his head along to the music and babbling on about incoherent things. The high that Miles felt was pretty euphoric, but he still knew what he was doing, he was still pretty self-aware. Slamming down on the gas, Miles sent his car flying down the highway at speeds over 100 miles per hour. It only took a few seconds to continuously raise those numbers until he was at a steady speed of 140 miles per hour, flying down the highway with not a single care in the world. Miles screamed from the pit of his stomach, allowing all frustrations to be left behind as the wind pushed his hair back with force. Everything was all fun and games, until Miles noticed a sign for construction. A section of the highway was closed off, stating that there was a detour and to get into the right lane. The boy attempted to slam on his breaks, but his car staggered and had a hard time slowing down from it's previously high speeds. Miles' car spun out of control, slamming into a metal guard rail. If the car had hit the rail at a slower speed, things may have been fine, but in this situation... things were completely turned upside down. His car was completely damaged, and both boys were injured. The airbags managed to prevent severe damage, but Luke completely passed out upon impact. The combination of drugs, initial shock and injury led to this result. Miles was completely awake, blinking through a foggy haze as a paramedic pulled on his arm, removing him from the smoky vehicle.

"What's your name, son?" The man asked him, already poking him with tools and his fingers. Miles closed his eyes, laying steady as he let them take over his body. "Miles Hollingsworth, the third." He breathed, completely unaware of what had happened to his body, or to Luke's.

[biancadancesousa]

Text | Luke

Bianca: I swear to god if you even think about touching Torres, I'm done. That goes for both of them.