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synopsis: You look through Miles' sketchbook wc:750 warnings: awkwardness, kissing, not much really
A/N! This is a shorter one! kinda food for thought as I write a part 2 to Choose.
!NOT PROOFREAD!
You and Miles walked towards his house, the two of you finally being able to hang out after weeks of constant planning. You both took off your shoes as you stepped in, "My ma would kill us if we stepped around with dirty shoes" he whispered in your ear as you made your way to his room.
"Come on in," Miles said, opening the door to his room, "pretty nice ain't it?" he chuckled, seeing your awed expression as you walked in, he didn't mean to brag—well maybe he did a little—but he thought he had a pretty cool room. It had a good view of the city, a couple of posters here and there, and a bunch of stickers littering the walls. "yeah it's cool," you laughed, sitting comfortably in his bed. Taking in the atmosphere, markers scattered around his desk. "So you trying to watch a movie?" Miles asked, fiddling with his fingers as he watched you. "Yeah, sounds great!" You replied, laying down on his bed as he sat at his desk, pulling up a movie on his laptop. Something caught your eye, "A sketchbook?" You asked yourself as you saw a small black book on the edge of his bed, normally you wouldn't go through someone's things, especially something like a sketchbook. But you couldn't help but want to open it, "Miles?" you called out, "Yeah?" He replied, his attention still focused on the computer. "Can I see your sketchbook?" "Yeah go ahead.." He replied, not understanding what you asked before it was too late. "Wait!—" "Miles! you're so talented" You gushed, flipping through the pages of his drawings, people and landscapes with different features filling the pages, all while beautiful colors filled them in. Your compliments made Miles' stomachs do flips, he'd be more flustered if it wasn't for the drawings he was so desperately trying to hide. "Please don't.." He pleaded, looking at you with desperation. "Why not? Miles, these are stunning!" You said looking up at him and flipping to that page. "Oh!." was all you said as your eyes landed on the drawing. Miles'heart fell to his ass, and if it wasn't for the fact that he was already jumping off a building in his head he'd have noticed the blush and small smile you had on your face. He drew you. Miles had somehow encapsulated your very essence on a piece of paper. So you flipped to the next page, then the next, then the next. Drawings after drawings of you starting to fill his sketchbook, all of them with your features beautifully illustrated, so meticulously drawn that you'd have to bet he took hours drawing each one. You finally shut the sketchbook and looked up at Miles, his face red and sweaty as he tried to avoid your gaze. "Look Y/n...I'm sorry, it's not what you.." He stopped, he had no excuse. "If you want to leave I wouldn't blame you.." "Leave? Miles, why would I leave? I love it." You grinned, Miles looking up at you in disbelief as the words left your mouth. "really?" "yes! These are...gorgeous." You said, leaving Miles a blushing mess as he stared at you. Those same eyes he'd drawn countless times staring back at his, he couldn't help but get lost in them as he slowly leaned closer. "I had to, you're just...Gorgeous." He breathed out, his face mere inches away from yours. His eyes flickered to your lips, oh how he wanted to just kiss them. Your eyes widened as you felt his lips on yours. Slowly melting into the kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your mind fogged as you focused on him. Every fiber in Miles' being was focused on the sensations, the feel of your lips against his, how his hands hovered over your waist—too scared to initiate anything. You felt like heaven to Miles, utter bliss consumed him as he pulled away out of breath. "I love you." He blurted out, staring at you. "I love you too," You replied, catching your breath. "So, those drawings..." "Pretend you never saw them." He said cutting you off, you laughed, his bashfulness never failing to crack you up.
"So what about that movie?"
• • • A/N! This one was rlly short so sorry, i'm 1,000 words into the part 2 of choice rn😭I did not expect ppl to like pt 1 so much
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