train wreck ✓

thirty.

"do me a favor?"

i didn't care how desperate i sounded as i gave him a small smile, "anything."

his body turned to face me as he slumped down into one of the little lawn chairs that we'd set up once on the rooftop; he sent me an empty painful smile. miles gave me a challenging look, suspenseful with his words, "...don't fall for me."

i rolled my eyes, settling on the chair next to him and intertwining our fingers as we looked back out at the sky, "you don't understand how impossible that is."