Broken.

For me it is. -he nodded seriously, his expression sincere while his eyes shined playfully- Thanks, I appreciate it. I'm Miles, by the way. 

Wait, what? You want me to fix it? [Natalie stared down at the broken pieces before her, inspecting it for a moment before laughing.] Man, you fucked it up.

Eh, what can I say? That's like, a talent of mine.

Miles… boy—ba—um, okay. 

Hmm? -he asked, turning around and freezing at the sight of the familiar redhead; his expression immediately softened- Hey. Hi. Arya. 

Something else?

Please put down the Oreo cheesecake.

.....

Arya stared at him as if he were an idiot. “Yes I’m serious.” As if it were obvious, even. She pressed her lips together in a small pout at his compliment. She smiled tightly at him, though even that action was getting tired to keep doing, that act was exhausting to keep up. “Hi, Miles.” She told him with a soft voice, smiling at him for real. “So I’m… very last minute and all but would you by any chance want to go to the… y’know the thing with me, maybe?”

"Oh." Was all he could say in response to such an answer. But for once Arya was hesitant about something, or at least relatively hesitant, and that was both exciting and intriguing to the young man. "Hi." He said again, his expression falling ever so slightly just at the realization she was talking to him. He looked around nervously to make sure it was him she was talking to and not somebody else. Turning back around, Miles nodded shyly as he tried his best to hide back the smile that threatened. "Yeah. Yeah, of course. I'd love to."

"Are--you being serious?" Miles asked, his eyes wide. "I mean, either way you'll look beyond cute. Just sayin'. Not that you aren't already cute. Cause  you kind of are. More than kind of. Really cute. You probably know that, though. I hope. You should. Sorry. Hi, Arya."

Do you know how to do hair and make up?

I mean, I can try if you want?

"Look, I wasn’t trying to offend you, but honesty—whoa— okay…. we’re hugging now…”

"Really, it's okay, Nothing I haven't heard before, Sam." Miles carefully wrapped his arms around his friend, though, not thinking twice about it other than how much he felt that he needed a hug.

"What do you say we blow this snowball thing? I mean, I’ll wear a fucking tux and all that jazz because have you fucking seen me in a tux? I’m fucking sexy." Cohen laughed. "But like, I’ll probably just be drunk the whole time."

"What's the point of wearing a tux if you're just gonna get drunk, if you don't mind me asking?" Miles raised a brow, trying not to laugh in his amusement. "Besides, y'know, being sexy in it and everything. Not that I don't believe you, but..."

I’m you were her friend…Miles, isn’t it?

Yeah. That's me.

Charlotte Davis…Charlie….

Oh. Fuck. -he dropped his chin to his chest, rubbing his neck with the back of his hand as he avoided looking the girl in the eyes- Nonono...

My friend…Charlie….

Charli--who? Charlie who? 

Arya rolled her eyes and dragged him towards her room once they reached it. Empty, which was great. A tight smile graced her lips before she turned and reached behind Miles to shut the door. Arya then shoved Miles onto her bed and climbed over him, straddling his hips as she removed her shirt. “I went home, by the way, it wasn’t as fun as you’d think.” She told him, as if it was just so fine and casual for any of this.

Miles followed her reluctantly, stupidly oblivious as to what she had in store for him. Of course, the moment she pushed him onto her bed he'd gotten an idea of where she was going with this. "Arya--" He's began but was suddenly cut off as she practically pounced on him, her legs straddling his hips. He raised a brow as her shirt came off, her words meaning absolutely nothing to him at the moment as he tried to analyze why exactly she was doing this. Shaking his head before she could make another move, Miles gently grabbed hold of both of her wrists to hold her back. "You went home?" He tried to remember what exactly it was that she had said. And then all of a sudden he realized exactly why she was doing this and his gaze shifted from puzzled to knowing. "Stop it," he whispered softly, holding her gaze steadily. "Why did you go home?" He tried asking, holding her back from trying to make another move.