#with mila.

[mil0slemonade]

closed starter for @sentimntls

Milo noticed her at the party. Of course he did. It was hard not to notice the way his air exited his lungs faster than he expected whenever she was near in recent weeks. What they were doing was amicable, and right. But, it didn't cause the sting to fully go away yet.

Really, he had two options:

1) pretend like she didn't exist and he had no idea she was here. He'd look like an asshole, but maybe he could skate by on it.

Or,

2) He could talk to her like a normal human being, be pleasant, and cross it off his list of people to make nice with.

Before Milo could decide that for himself, his feet were already taking him towards her, almost like muscle memory. Like he still couldn't exist without Mila Alcantara in his orbit.

"Hey, chicky," he said, rubbing at the back of his neck. Jesus Christ, what was wrong with him? When had he ever called her chicky? "You got a drink yet?" He asked, nodding his head back to the makeshift bar cart him and the other assistant managers had put together.

[mil0slemonade]

closed starter for @sentimntls .

Mila Alcantara was a tried and true saint in Milo's eyes. That's probably why he didn't feel so weird about showing up to her house — their house — no, her house, definitely, completely unannounced. Let the record show he wasn't being a complete weirdo, which is sort of how he felt when he did pull up in the driveway. Naturally, Milo being the peabrain he was, didn't fully move out of the house when he had packed up and left. Amicably.

So, when he realized that he was missing his dad's button collection — an array of pins and shit that his dad had garnered over the years from bands that had played at Fight Club and ones from outside of town. A neat little collection that... Milo had fully forgotten about in his nightstand.

It wasn't so much as forgetting about as he well, didn't think of it. Which, may have pretty much been the same thing. The real ordeal was that Milo didn't think of much when he did move out; shoving clothes and various objects in his suitcase. He didn't care so much about taking his portion of the bedroom suite so anything in the nightstand was invisible to him.

As he walked up the drive, he couldn't help but feel the little knot that grew deeper and deeper in his stomach. With one knock and a swing of the door opening, Milo was already rubbing the back of his neck. "Hey," an easy greeting, "I think I left some stuff. You mind if I...." he trailed off and he made a motion with his hands that could only be interpreted as if he was making a back and forth motion like DJ's do, but to him it meant, look around for a minute.