part four

                                    

                                          
꧁3rd person pov꧂
another grouchy morning started with the same, overused alarm. y/n shoved her blankets off her sore legs and groaned into her pillow. overly bright sun coated her bare, egg-white walls and flowery sheets in a luminescent tan. 
as her head began pounding in annoyance, she grabbed her phone tight enough to snap it in half and almost threw it against the wall. but, her brain finally decided to think for a second and stopped her before anything bad happened. 
she gripped it in her hand, grumbling with squinted and dizzy eyes, and turned it over to hit 'stop' before falling back down against her plush pillows.  she laid in silence - or, her definition of silence. there was still the faint sound of feet peppering the sidewalk outside. the sound of bickering and talking overly loud. cars honking and tires screeching. the rumbling of not-so-far-away construction. 
living your whole life in new york changes your definition of silence. 
after her headache began to slip down from her eyes to the back of her neck, she decided the pain was small enough to work with. she slowly sat up, rubbing her stinging eyes. and sighing over dramatically; the throat rumbling, 'last straw' type of sigh. 
she turned to grab her headphones to see they weren't plugged in the night before. another louder, throaty groan leaves her lips as she falls back into bed in disappointment. 
"earbuds for today i guess" y/n mumbled to herself as she rubbed her head with closed eyes. her voice was cracky and only half really came out.
she finally sat up practically ten minutes later, groggily getting dressed in a hoodie and sweats. she had too many pairs for her own good. 
she skipped breakfast, not having the patience to make anything, and walked down to the lobby with her bag slung over one shoulder. 
"yo!" a deep voice called out from behind the girl. she turned to see miles once again, dressed nicely in his freshly ironed, navy blue uniform. 
"hey?" she tilts her head in confusion, but that doesn't seem to faze miles. 
"can i actually walk you to school today?" he asked with a small smile. her eyebrows furrowed just slightly.
"...why?" is all the girl mumbled out. 
"cause...just want to, i 'unno" the taller boy shrugged with a small smile. after some thought, she decided to walk with him. i mean, what's the worst that could happen?
"mm...alright." she shrugged, nodding her head a little and putting her earphones back in. they began walking side by side. 
"what happened to your headphones?" he asked while examining the buds stuffed into her ears. she just barely heard him, taking one out to talk to him. 
"didn't plug 'em in," she spoke quickly and simply. and though she didn't mean to make second-guessing thoughts bubble up in miles head, it couldn't be helped. 
"oh...well, im sorry." his smile dropped as he took the hint to stop talking. 
"why would you be sorry?" she turned back to him, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion like they always did. 
"it's somethin' people say, i dunno" he glanced off, sighing at the awkward conversation. he was always good at speaking  - got people to listen and could hold a conversation when he wanted to. and after last night, he thought it would be just like normal. but it wasn't. she was tired and grumpy, making him worry it was something he did. 
or maybe, she's just a better conversationist when she's stoned. 
"oh, well don't be. it's not your fault." she rubbed her eyes once again, a crowd in front of them as students pushed their way through the front gates of y/n's school. "well, thanks for walking me here." and with that, she walked off, waving without looking back. 
"yeah, sure" miles mumbled as he watched her leave without a second thought. 
'what is this girl on??'
꧁time skip꧂
leaning against a graffiti-tattered brick wall, miles scanned through the crowd, looking for a certain (hair color)ed girl. then, with her headphones in, y/n walked through the crowd of their peers. her deep eyebags seemed heavier today, making her eyes naturally fall to the brink of closing. her hand was stuffed deep into the red zip-up hoodie that covered her torso. saggy, grey sweats hung around her old air forces while her bag was gripped in her palm and almost dragged against the dirty ground. 
as soon as he spotted her, he jumped up, pushing harshly through the crowd of chatting students to get to her. 
"y/n!" he called, but to no avail. her music was up so loud she couldn't hear him. and as he tried getting closer, only more kids got in the way. 
finally, after the crowd died down, he was able to get her attention as they continued walking. 
"yo, y/n!" he called again, ultimately making her turn. as she saw him, her eyebrows raised.
"oh, hey miles. my bad, i didn't see you." the girl explained as she pulled a wired bud out from her ear. 
"its cool, you do now" he chuckled, glancing around the grouded streets. 
"hey, uhm...i'm real sorry for this morning. i've had a really bad headache all day. but like..i shouldnt have been so rude to you. i was just confused on why you wanna hang out with me all the time now." y/n rambled awkwardly, trying to make her words fall in order so they made sense. 
"y/n." his tone was stern enough to make her look over. "stop apologizing all the time. i get it." his lips turned up into a soft smile. 
she glanced away, nodding. with embaresment coursing through her, she stayed silent. miles smile turned into more of a smirk as she didn't respond. 
they walked in silence again. but this time, comfortable silence. miles now didn't have to worry that it was his fault she was so untalkative. she didn't have to continue carrying the guilt of being rude to him like she did all day. but she chose to, because that's just who she is. 
"you never answered my question." she spoke up, the apartments in sight. he turned to her, his eyebrow raised. 
"what question?" he asked. whether or not he actually remembered was up for interpretation. 
"why you wanna hang out with me all the time?" her eyebrows knit together, as if subconsciously scared of the response. 
"oh, that one." he started, nodding. "well..."
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