Meant For You

twenty-three.

The blonde looks at me like I've grown a hockey stick for arms. I raise my brows back, acting like I didn't just hear her say she's on a strict new diet. One meal won't make her gain ten pounds. It's inching seven in the evening and I'm sure she hasn't had a real meal today. "Miles," she says in a way that sounds like didn't you hear what I just told you.

"I'm a growing man, Scott. I need food so get your ass off my couch and let's go," I say in the nicest way possible. She sighs and stands off the couch. As I turn around, I smile to myself. When we get into my BMW, Nola buckles in and turns to look at me. "Can we stop by SunCafe at least?" she asks. I start pulling out of my driveway, the iron gate opening up for me as I do.

Deciding that dodging her question instead of telling her 'no' will be easier for me, I hand her my phone. "Go to Spotify and put some music, will you?" She looks at me suspiciously as I thrust my phone into her hand. I don't pay her much attention so she complies. "What do you want to hear?" she questions. "Whatever you want to play, Scott," I tell her, hoping she'll get over going to SunCafe.

I'd take her there any other day but I think she'll do better with a burger and fries. An unfamiliar tune and voice come from my speakers and Nola gives me a cheeky smile. I go to the music icon on my dashboard. "Taylor Swift?" I ask. "You're such a girl." She laughs and pushes my arm lightly. "Shut up! She's better than anything else you would listen to," Nola teases. I've never been a Swift fan so whether that's true or not, I don't know.

Nola picks up my phone and scrolls. I try to get a view of what she's looking at without crashing. The LA traffic is like any other day but it's not moving as slow tonight. "Drake, Future, Gunna, Uzi..." her voice fades off for a second, "Selena Gomez?" She laughs out loud, the sound making me smile. "Hey, don't judge. Selena has some good ones," I admit, not being embarrassed by my choice of music.

She laughs for a little longer, a pink flush coming to her cheeks. "Settle down, will ya?" I don't mind hearing the sound of her laugh but I won't say that out loud. "Don't worry, Miles, I won't tell anyone about your love for Selena," she snickers. I roll my eyes. "Yeah, yeah." She skips the current Taylor track and another one takes its place. Nola starts singing the lyrics absentmindedly, forgetting my existence.

I can't help the smile that forms on my face as I hear her voice blend into Swift's. Nola may not have the best voice but I like hearing her sing. It makes me relax thinking she might be getting more comfortable around me. I know I wouldn't just sing T-Swift loudly around someone I'm not comfortable around. As I pull up to traffic, Nola turns her head to me, still singing the song which I can see is called "Daylight".

"Thanks for the concert," I tease her. Her eyes gleam with joy and she doesn't stop her singing. As she turns away again and traffic keeps my foot on the break, I stare at the girl in the passenger seat.

Sometimes when I look at her it still blows my mind that we're here right now. The mere sight of her used to make me stiffen from annoyance and I'm sure she would say the same about me. But in just a couple of weeks, I've gotten to know the girl more than any other girl who's come into my life. Even Allie. It's weird. Ever since I joined the league, no girl has been in my life platonically.

Expect for Kaitlyn, but she's Tate's girl so it's not like we're extremely close or anything. Allie and I, as much time as we spent together, were never really friends. I'd say Nola and I are friends, at this point, it would be weird if we weren't. I have also surprised myself with the fact that I've let her get this close to me this fast. I don't know how long I knew Allie before I actually invited her over to my place or had her in my passenger seat.

It happened naturally with Nola. Maybe that's why her presence just feels so inviting. Thinking about her not being in my life anymore seems uncanny. I still have a lot of learning to do on the girl but she's a good friend to have.