Black Girl Fan fictions

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“So she gone try and tell me that she back with this nigga after he done cheated on her like four five times. Like are you delusional?” You ranted the information your best friend clearly told you to keep between the both of you. But you just couldn’t not tell Miles. He was like your ear when you just needed to rant.

“Why she take him back?” Miles asked intrigued with the dramatic life of your best friend.

He loved hearing you tell such stories about either your life or others. Just the way your gentle voice traveled through his phone put him at ease like it was a spell. Although you did grow a habit of unintentionally leaving the camera angle at odd places like the ceiling for example. He didn’t call you on FaceTime to look at your sharp pokey ceiling.

“Cause he done gave her a Chanel bag as a so-called apology gift. I just don’t get it!” You complained putting your bonnet on your fresh silk press.

“You know what I don’t get?”

“What?” You knit your eyebrows halting before your phone.

“How I call you to see yo face and ain’t seen it yet.” Miles retort taking this opportunity to get you in the camera.

“Babe, I look a hot mess! I don’t even got my lashes on!” You gazed at your appearance in the mirror. A hot mess to you was you without lashes, your edges weren’t laid to perfection, the big ass silk bonnet draping for your head and you looked bare. To you, this didn’t look right and you needed at least lashes to look a bit more presentable.

“I ain’t worried ‘bout allat. Lemme see my pretty face, ma.”

You begin to whine. You didn’t want to do this but you knew you had no choice. Miles has seen you like this plenty of times yet you still don’t feel confident enough to be seen like this. Miles finds you most attractive when you’re in your natural state and informs you of this all the time.

“Hold on, just let me get ready then.” You stammered rummaging through your cluttered drawer fishing out the lash glue and a new pack of lashes.

“Put that shit down and put your face in the camera, I’m not gone tell you again, mamí.” Miles demanded.

“You not my father so.” You mumbled underneath your breath that Miles was unable to catch.

As much as you’d like to deny it, you just melted when Miles would get so dominant and demanding. His voice so stern and masculine had your knees buckling. You did your little happy dance before grabbing your phone heading into your bedroom. You plop on the bed where the lighting was good enough and finally raising the angle of the camera to your face as you rolled your eyes.

“You happy?”

“There you go, hey pretty girl!” Miles grins into the camera absolutely mesmerized with your beauty. He just couldn’t get enough of how good you looked, thinking of the ways he could show you so you wouldn’t doubt yourself.

“Shut up.” You joked unable to handle the compliment Miles threw at you. Miles had you blushing so hard that even on such melanated skin it was apparent. Never had anyone had you feeling like this but Miles.

“What you want to eat?” Miles rubs your ass as you laid on top of him.

“Hmm, a crab boil would be good as hell right now.”

Miles typically would let you pick what you wanted to eat and go with it even if that’s not what he wanted but today wasn’t that case. Miles was not going to be eating seafood for the fifth time in a row every week. He wondered how could you consume it so much and still not get tired of it. Why couldn’t you just pick pizza or wings like a normal person would.

“We just had that, let’s get some Chinese food, that’s cool?” Miles began to argue. He wasn’t going to settle for seafood at all.

“Eww no! I really want a crab boil though please babe!”

As much as you’d attempt to beg and plaster that adorable look on your face, it didn’t work, unfortunately. Miles stood his ground being firm on the no seafood option. He wasn’t going down without a fight and neither were you.

“That shit ain’t gone work this time, ma.” He said but also had another idea in mind to be fair.

You got a bit grumpy, pushing yourself off of Miles in retaliation. Your only go to was to give him the silent treatment and maybe , just maybe, he’d cave in and get you the crab boil you’ve been craving. Nope. He didn’t budge not one bit. He may have looked at you once but smacked his lips as he glanced away.

“How ‘bout this, you play me in a game of 21. Whoever win choose the food, Ight?”

That suggestion sounded like music to your ears. This was going to be a breeze. You were not only great at basketball but excellent if you do say so yourself. Being the point guard on your high schools basketball team was enough to prove that you knew what you were doing. Technically this wouldn’t be the first time you dogged Miles in a one on one match. But it for sure was going to be the ninth.

“Ight bet, run it up.”

You slipped on a pair of your Nikes and tied your hair into a ponytail. After Miles put his shoes on, you both headed out in the backyard where your basketball hoop stood in the corner of the slab of concrete you had. It was enough to play on, considering it was about the size of a half court. You sweep the ball into your hands dribbling it side to side then in between your legs just to show off a little.

“I got one rule though, whoever make 10 points first gotta take off something.” Miles added flashing that cloying grin of his.

“Of our own choice?”

“Nuh uh, once you hit them ten points you get to tell them what to take off.” Miles explained checking the ball.

“Hmm okay. We gone see then.” You implied taking on the challenge as you received the ball after it got checked.

Miles jerked wherever he believed you would go making sure to block any movement you made with his hand. You twirled around his hand swatting past you and jogged to the goal shooting a lay up. First point, 20 more to go.

“Okay, I let you get that wack ass point.” Miles retorts teasing you.

“Yeah right! If it’s wack then you ain’t got one yet?” You tossed Miles the ball aggressively as he received it with both hands with ease.

Miles was going to get to the first ten points no matter what. That’s the main thing he wanted to do. He could really care less about who on or not, he just wanted to see something real quick. He showed no mercy for you, shooting all 3’s and catching all of your rebounds. Miles was 1 point away from reaching to ten. You, well you were 3 away.

If you could make a 3 pointer shot, you’d be able to get him to take something off which most likely would be his shirt. You dribble the ball catching your breath as Miles squats as if he’s about to pounce into the air at any given moment. You took the chance and shot the ball. It flings into the air until Miles smacked it away from the hoop and sprinting after it, then maneuvering past you and shooting another lay up.

Oh the devious smirk he had on his face when he turned to face you. You rolled your eyes awaiting for him to announce what he wanted you to remove as you panted. You rested your weight on one leg panting, taking this opportunity to catch your breath. Sweat beaded at the both of your foreheads from the sun beaming on you two.

“Hurry up and pick what you want!” You shout growing frustrated that he’d been taking forever to tell you what to remove.

“Take this shit off, ma.” Miles played with the hem of his baggy shirt that you wore. Typically you wouldn’t wear bras when you’d wear his oversized shirts but lord were you glad you did today.

“Come take it off me then!” You flirted gazing so seductively into his eyes.

“C’mere.” He trails to you, fingers rustling at the hem of your shirt, lifting it sluggishly like he was opening a gift. “Ooh.” He cooed as he revealed your breast in a red laced bra. He tossed his shirt on the patio set pulling you into a quick kiss. Miles couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Well, your chest. Seeing your breast bounce as you jogged or simply just love around had him mesmerized.

That also gave you an advantage to win the game as his focus wasn’t really on the moves you were planning leading him to breaking his ankles a few times. You couldn’t help but snicker to yourself as he’d lie and said he let you do that. You shoot the winning shot and celebrated with a quick dance.

“Now let’s go get my crab boil!”

“Geez Miles, hurry up.” You mumbled underneath your breath.

You had been gazing out the window in hopes to see your friend Miles appear with that silly smile of his as he makes up some excuse to why he was late. The amount of times was too many to count and it was becoming concerning for both you and him.

You didn’t want to let your parents feel like hiring Miles was a huge mistake and that they could’ve hired this other lady that desperately needed the job instead. Your parents didn’t allow just anyone into their restaurant that they built from the ground up. They’ve worked hard for everything they’ve accomplished and letting someone irresponsible was a no go.

“It’s 3:42 y/n. That boy better be walking in here in the next 15 minutes or we have no choice but to fire him.” Your mother pesters while hold the tray of refreshments to cater to one of our regulars.

She was right. Miles was already on the edge and as much as you hate to admit it, he was already slipping off. You wanted to help him collect funds for his dream college so that’s the only reason you pleaded for your parents to allow him to work here. Miles was your best friend and you wanted to see him happy fulfilling his dream in college. But you fought all you could, this time is solely on him.

You inhaled deeply distracting yourself with the copious amount of side tasks you had to complete as the hostess and server. You wrapped all the silverware into the napkins, cleaned off the vacant tables and even made time to wipe the dessert display. Time had carried away leaving you feeling anxious. It was now only a minute left of hope for you.

Your mother trailed behind you watching the clock as it struck 4 in the evening. Still no sign of Miles. This was disappointing let alone embarrassing. You just knew your mom was beyond frustrated with the both of you. That boy that you mentioned that could do anything had trouble doing the one thing your mom asked. To arrive on time. And he’s failed roughly twenty times if you’d ask your mom. Yes she was keeping count.

“I’m sorry sweetie, I know you want to help your friend but we need reliable people. I can try and get him a job across the street from us but, I can’t have him here. Will you do me a favor and take care of it for me?”

Of all things, you had to be the one to fire your own best friend. “Yes, ma’am.” You replied.

You retorted behind the wooden podium with the floor plan resting in the middle. Sluggishly playing with the pen between your fingers. This didn’t feel right to you. You were going to crush Miles with such heartbreaking news. And who knows he’d probably blame you for it or not.

After being sunken into your thoughts for minutes, the bell chimed signifying that a guest has walked in. “Hi welcome, oh Miles.” You greeted him, but both with the smile like usual.

Miles grew concerned of your sudden atmosphere drastically changing. Was it something that happened at work or school? We’re you okay? He asked himself seeing your solemn expression. “Hey! What’s wrong?”

Miles had just finished saving Brooklyn from the train nearly falling from the tracks and onto the city council building. He couldn’t just let it happen and race to your parents restaurant. That wasn’t him, he was a hero first before he was a server.

“Hey, can we actually talk outside for a moment?” You glance at your parents displeased faces as they watched you two saunter out of the restaurant.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes, no. Miles it’s kind of hard telling you this.” You stammered with your words dreading the thought of those words escaping your mouth. But it needed to be done, it’s your parents orders.

“You can tell me, it won’t hurt.” Miles had no clue what could have possibly came out of your mouth. So he chose the only safe route, to act like it wouldn’t affect him.

“I’m really sorry to tell you but, my parents decided that it was best for you to end your time here at the restaurant. But I can help you find another job!” You studied his reaction watching his smile transition into what looked as if he had let the world down. His lips pursed into a line, and his head hung low. This was worse than a heartbreak seeing Miles like this.

“It’s going to be alright.” You try and console him.

“I have to confess something,” Miles starts.

You knit your eyebrows wondering why he had been trying to conceal that sly grin of his. You were very aware of it thinking that he’d take this all wrong and here he was as jolly as can be.

“I’m really sorry for lying to you about this, but it was the only way I could get close to you and meet your parents. But, what I’m about to say has been on my mind for weeks and I can’t think of any better time to do this. Y/N, I like you. Not just as friends but more. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, we can just remain as-”

Miles couldn’t even finish his confession as you engulfed him in your warm embrace. You had him utterly shocked but inevitably he wraps his arms so searingly around your waist. Did this mean that you liked him too?

“You like me too?” Miles pulls from the hug to get his final confirmation before he’d jump ecstatically.

“Of course I do Miles, I’ve been waiting for you to grown some balls and tell me.”

“What?” You answered Miles call wondering why he had been calling you so early in the morning. Was Nora stressing him out that bad that he was ready to forfeit her to you? You pondered the possible situations to why he could be calling you at such hour.

“Yo you wouldn’t believe what just happened!”

Miles had you worried. His words clicked some type of panic inside you. Whatever was about to come through the other end of the phone was going to have you on the verge of fainting.

“Miles what happened?”

“This bitch ass dog of mine done got to Nora now she left with one arm!” Miles explained, well lied.

It hadn’t registered in your head how foolish that sounded. Your first reaction lead to you frantically gate hearing your belongings to make it to his. In hopes that Nora’s arm could be an easy fix or that it wouldn’t be torn to pieces all over his floor. You just prayed that wasn’t the case.

“You’re going to make me strangle you! I’m on the way.”

You stomped towards Miles’s house. Cursing all sorts of things under your breath on the way there. You were livid. Regretting even letting him take care of the baby for the week. You knew it would’ve been the best reasoning to have her with you safe and sound and not mauled by some rabid dog of Miles’s. How did the dog even get to her? You thought. You inhaled a deep breath to calm your overworked nerves.

You were calm. Or wanted to seem calm. If you could see your own face, it’ll look like you had air puffing out of your ears with your head on fire. This was the closest resemblance to calm you could muster up. You were expecting Mama Rio or Uncle Aaron to answer the door after you placed soft knocks onto the wooden door. But nope, Miles did. Smiling at you with an anxious grin while his hand rubs his nape.

You glared directly into his eyes pushing past his shoulder and into his room. You hadn’t seen any sight of his family home so you’d assume everyone was gone to work leaving him alone. Miles continued to snicker as he watched you storm into his room.

You gazed into his room after bursting through the door, just to find Nora in perfect shape on the bed with her blanket. Your heel pivots on the ground facing the front door and Miles. You hadn’t looked at Miles and didn’t intend to neither. Just heading straight to make your departure as there was nothing for you here.

“Where you going, ma.” Miles tried to step into your way to prevent you from going any further. You hadn’t made it too far from his bedroom door leaving you inches from it.

“Miles, I’m not ‘bout to play with you.” You hid your grin. The joke was funny once you had realized that you were being slow as hell to fall for his trick. Miles didn’t even he a dog yet here you were bursting through doors nearly about to curse him out.

“I’m not neither, c’mere!” Miles hand reaches out to grab you shifting your focus onto him.

Miles backs into the doorframe of his room still grasping on to your hand. His eyes taking in the beautiful sight he got. He just loved how you looked right now. You had your uv light glasses on that he never knew you owned. Your hair tossed into a messy bun that just made him wonder why you didn’t wear this style often. Not mentioning the fuzzy pajama pants and the skin tight tank top you wore to match with the patterns.

“I could have been busy Miles.” You argued still fuming with anger but it slowly defused as the truth had been exposed and also the fact that his voice just sounded too angelic to be angry at.

“My bad, ma. Lemme make it up to you.” Miles interjected licking his lips.

He way his face looked so hungrily at you made your knees buckle. If he’d looked like that for a second longer you were going to do questionable things to those plump lips of his. Luckily he didn’t, as he looks away for a split second. He couldn’t handle eye contact from you being so close to him. Like why were you so damn beautiful?

“And how are you going to do that? Get me something to eat or what?” You met his eyes once again feeling the tension rising to unexplainable heights. Your heart ached with how much you wanted something to happen. You weren’t going to do anything, you weren’t that bold. Hell, Miles was bold enough to kiss you yesterday so it was more prone for him to make the move.

“Don’t worry bout it, ma. Just know you gone like it.” Miles hand brushed against the side of your neck, cupping your nape pulling you sluggishly closer until whines broke out and your attention had been stolen. You tended to Nora and her needs expeditiously hating that she whined at such wrong timing.

Today was going to be a productive day, you had planned every bit of your day in a organized schedule. Of course you’d attend school, then after you’d invited your boyfriend Miles over to help you with your chemistry homework, do some yoga or meditations, eat dinner and get a full nights rest.

You had always asked Miles to tag along for chemistry homework. He was very proficient in that specific subject meanwhile yours had been math and English. Miles never minds since he’d get some time alone with you outside of school. He adored teaching you his way of how he does things so he could go back to your chemistry teacher to tell them, “She passed this class cause of me! Y’all lame asses can’t teach!” You didn’t quite agree to him actually saying that, just letting him talk his head off.

You removed the dozen page packet from your dingy old backpack you’ve held onto for years. You set out a few pencils, highlighters and your AirPod case. Slipping both earbuds into your ear playing your favorite artist Taylor Swift. Whenever you’d study, she’d be the one to help you get through such frustrating times. Hearing the melodies of the songs she wrote just put your mind at ease, increasing the focus towards your work. You didn’t really know how but you weren’t complaining either.

You began to solve the problems on the first page, which were identifying the elements on the periodic table. Some of them you’d have to identify by it’s atomic number, symbol or name. So far you were able to recognize about 70 of the 118 elements in the periodic table. Irritation builds up as you constantly gaze up at your phone for the time wondering when Miles would come to save the day because you were seconds from pulling locks of hair out of your scalp.

The moment you reached up to pick up your phone, the door creeks open and Miles had already been seated beside you. He pulls your earbud out of your ear and into his curious to what you were listening to. His brows furrowed with confusion.

“You’re late!” You said.

“Who’s this?”

Miles had completely ignored your statement clearly aware what time he was supposed to be here. He had been busy with his Uncle and he did all he could do to race to your place so you wouldn’t get upset. He knew how you’d get when you couldn’t solve anything and practically take it on yourself.

You responded, “It’s Taylor swift.”

As much as you’d want to chew him out for walking into your room without even explaining the reason to him being so late, his interest in your artist kept you from doing so. You never really told Miles your preferred music genre let alone the artist. You felt like he wouldn’t listen to it nor would he make an effort. You also didn’t want to force him to like it because he was dating you. So you kept it to yourself.

“I ain’t know she got down like this.” Miles compliments hearing one of your favorite songs bad blood. It was a very common song as it’s been played almost everywhere once the song released. You were excited to hear that he actually liked it.

“You should check out her other songs! They’re really good! I listen to her all the time!” You ecstatically smile seeing Miles head bop to the sound of the bass.

Miles never really paid much attention to Taylor when she debuted only hearing snippets of her songs here and there. He hadn’t thought to actually explore her works until now. This song was good enough to pick his interest. He also wanted to get to know you better through your music. Wanting to see what you had going on inside your head when you’d hum to songs.

Where did you come from? Miles thought to himself secluded in his cluttered mind. You were running laps through his mind with no intentions of ever escaping. Asking himself where have you been. And why haven’t you come to him sooner before all the shit he’s been through happened?

For several months he’s been numb to it all. How he did in school, his friends that he no longer had an interest in being with, and the girls who’d compete for his attention. Nothing excited him anymore. Not even doing graffiti with his uncle.

It’s like everything spiraled into the pits of hell once his father passed away. On top of it all, his ex parted ways with him. He didn’t realize the toll it’s taken on him. He continues to brush it off and deny it. Or maybe he wasn’t ready to accept it. Part of the reason he’s been feeling so lost. Like a chunk of him was missing. Because it slowly was.

He believed he couldn’t love anyone again, afraid they’d leave when it was least expected. Just like his ex and father did. That was until he ran into you at school. Literally. He bumped right into your shoulder knocking you on your ass. Normally he’d just walk away like you never existed but he didn’t. Almost like a change of heart happened for you.

“My fault.”

Miles offered his hand to assist you with pulling yourself from the ground.

“Damn you need to be a linebacker, the Chargers need yo ass!”

This probably wasn’t the right time to joke around you thought. Until Miles flashed you a pleasing grin. Shit, the whole school would tackle you for a chance to see him smile. Parts of you felt flabbergasted and oh so lucky.

“You Ight?”

“You know I would be if I got some hot fries. But until then, my shoulder is broken!” Your hand has been glued to your ‘broken’ shoulder until Miles handed you the bag of hot fries that he just bought from the snack bar.

“You good now?” Miles asked shoving his fist into his pockets.

“You know what would go great with these hot fries?”

Miles heaved a complicated sigh, deciding if he should continue to entertain your goofy antics or if he should leave. You were okay now so he had no reason to be lingering besides you. But why had he yet to lift his foot to walk off?

“What?”

“Your number.”

And just like that he folded like an omelet. He had given you the oddly funny girl his number. It's the least he could do since you got him to smile for the first time in months. He enjoyed your company even if he kept denying it. The aura that you radiated beamed right onto him. Enlightening his dim life. You made him feel alive, to look forward to something.

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Miles had been craving your touch. Just to feel your fingers play around with his hair, or when you'd massage his scalp. He wanted to feel you more than anything in the world. He just had to.

He dialed your number into his phone regardless of the time it was. It was currently 10:34 in the evening. The phone rings until it cuts off into you smacking into the speaker. Why the hell is she up eating? Miles thought. You were always doing some out-of-the-ordinary shit, but that's what made you more appealing.

“What's up?” you continued to munch on your chips.

“What the hell are eating? All up in my ear smacking and shit.”

“Takis. And first off you called me. So enjoy the sound of me eating my chips then if not hang up.”

“I'm coming to see you, ma.”

“Who?”

“Unlock your window.”

Miles waited patiently on the other side of your window. Leaning against the railing of the staircase. He hung up the phone seeing you jolt out of your bed throwing your covers elsewhere. You unlatched the lock swinging the window open and allowing Miles into your bedroom. He immediately engulfs you in a hug, one of his hands cupping the back of your head. He acted as if he hasn't seen you in weeks.

“You don't know what you do to me, ma.” he mumbles into your ear and takes in your sweet perfume.

“What do I do?”

The rink was flooded with teenagers and a couple of adults chauffeuring them. It must have been some kind of birthday party going on, you thought entering the door as the lady buzzed you in. It was a Friday night, so of course all of the children were out. But you specifically showed up for the 18+ skating that takes place in roughly 15 minutes.

They were playing the default skating rink songs while the live dj set up his equipment in the booth that towers over the skaters. Kids fumbling around on the poorly waxed wooden floors and the bootleg skate trainers they held on for dear life. The teenagers dodging the trainers that the kids would throw across the rink. It was a mess.

You rested on the side of the rink where the benches poked out dividing the seating area and the rinks. You popped in one of your AirPods letting your playlist shuffle. You pulled your black roller skates with black and crème tie dye wheels from the bench. Inserting one foot at a time and tying them as tight as you’d like them.

“Alllright, time to get y’all bad kids of the floor cause it’s time for adults skatinnnggg!”

The dj turns the table in his set, scratching out the current song with a more mature audience song. The kids shuffled off the floor with the help of their parents before the crowd of adults smoothly sauntered into the rink.

Wasting no time, you replace your AirPod back into its case. You entered the rink with no intentions of grooving along to the music that blasted in your ear. You scanned the floor seeing handfuls of both women and men making their rounds around the rink. Some zipping past you as you sluggishly ride along the floor.

The dj began playing the raunchy songs that you loved so much. It was the only way to get you to skate backwards and actually groove to the rhythm of the song. Slow motion by Trey songz filled the arena as couples paired up holding each other close to their bodies. You turn your right foot to the side and brought your left foot along turning your body to face everyone that skated behind you.

You kept your head on a swivel to refrain from bumping into anyone behind you.

“You tryna teach me how to skate backwards?”

Asked the unfamiliar voice.

You could tell it was one of those guys by his husky masculine voice. Your eyes met with the tall figure in front of you. He had stood a few inches if not a foot taller than you. His hair braided in two French braids, the ends of them reaching his collar bone. He had this warm chocolate tone to him that flowed underneath the disco lights. A cloying smirk plastered on his chiseled face.

You’d admit that the sight of him was breathtaking. Seeing a fine man like him asking you such a odd question. He looked as if he could skate pretty well considering how he’s able to control his pace. His feet smoothly switching in front of one another the closer her got to you.

“I can see what I can do. Under one condition though.”

You wanted to play what it seemed like hard to get. You weren’t doing successful enough after seeing the guy tilt his head and cocking his thick eyebrows for you to continue.

“What is it, ma?”

You never been called pet names such as that. You were only ever used to babe, baby or princess. But the word “ma” escaping from his bold mouth just introduced you to yet another thing you liked. You giggled to yourself thinking of how easy you were when it came to words.

“After I teach you, I must be given your number in exchange. To keep up with your progress.”

“Ight I can do that.” The boy chuckled.

As you taught him the simple steps that you were taught, you both exchanged names and some personal information. He looks like a Miles, you thought. That thought was hilarious to you. What did you mean by that?

Miles had obviously caught onto the lesson since he’s done it before. You smacked your lips pushing his chest as you skate in front of him. He grabs your hand before it could leave his chest drawing you closer to him. His hands still firm on yours not even daring to let go.

“You’re such a liar!”

“What I lie about?”

“Talkin bout you don’t know to skate backwards.” You said grinning.

“I ain’t said I knew how to. I said teach me, and looks like you did.”

He did have a fair point, you didn’t recall him telling you anything like that. You kept your eyes onto his like a magnet. Something about him had you so captivated with him.

“I guess, you know since you got the best teacher there is!”

He lifts his hand to spin you around so your back would be facing him. Wrapping his delicate arms around your waist. “Damn right, mamí.” Miles whispers into your ear sending electrifying chills down your spine.

“Lemme see how good you can skate, ma.” He adds hearing take you down by Chris Brown blaring through the speakers.

You began to feel yourself a little too much as you bend over placing your hands over your ankles. Miles hands remained on your waist flowing to the groove you had. You continued to skate ever so seductively, feeling your face overheat from your blushing. “Ooh.” Miles cooed as you rolled your hips as well.

The song ended after it felt like it had only been playin for a swift minute. You bring yourself back up covering your giggles with your hand. Oh my gosh, what the hell did I do? You thought baffled by your boldness. You never skated with a man let alone had your ass in the air in front of him.

“You shouldn’t have did that.”

Miles statement had you confused. Was it bad? Was it too much? Your mind swarmed with so many negative questions.

“Why?”

Bowling has always been your favorite activity to do in your free time. Not to the extent of you considering it as a hobby nor a competitive career. It came natural to you when it came to scoring strikes and spares here and there. Even your friends despised playing with you calling you a cheater. It wasn’t your fault you know how to curve the ball aiming for the exact pins you needed to hit.

You sat your bowling bag on the swiveled chairs being stationed right next to a group of boys around your age enjoying a guys night out probably. Your friend Desiree tagged along with you hoping you’d teach her the ropes to your tricks. It warmed your heart knowing that she was as engaged into bowling like you were. She didn’t make you feel like a dork for actually liking it. Mainly because the only people that were on the bowling team at your school were those really snobby rich people that probably paid their way into the team. That’s also why the team never won either of their competitions.

“I’m just going to put your name as ‘the goat’ and mines as ‘baby goat.” Desiree typed your names into the screen screwed into the table you two sat at.

“You better not put that Desiree!” You tied your shoes peering up at the screen already seeing the names appear on the screen.

“Oops! Too late!” She snickered ignoring that evil glare burning lasers into her thick skull. Desiree knew you couldn’t say no to her because she’d do it anyway. That’s why you actually loved her, just can’t follow rules and regulations. Just like she was pulling now.

Desiree reached for the heaviest bowling ball, stepping before the lane with her Jordan’s still on her feet. Your hand grazed down your face growing frustrated at your stubborn friend. Her arm swings back so far that the ball could’ve swung right out of her grip and back at you. The ball rolled down the lane hitting three pins. Well that’s a good start.

“You know you could hit all of them if you put your damn shoes on!” You advise pointing at the shoes she rented.

She stuck her tongue out at you yet still listened. After all she did want to get better at bowling. She’s never made a spare let alone a strike a day in her lifetime. It was even on her bucket list. She muttered curse words under her breath as she tied her laces. “Lucky I love you or else I wouldn’t be doing this shit!” She muttered.

“Now watch the pro!” You were full of confidence with the cocky attitude of yours. And you always knew you could back up your statement. You stepped onto the glossy wooden floors taking a swift glance at the guy walking up to his lane beside you. Oh damn he’s fine, you thought. He was pretty tall, his thick hair braided into two French braids brushing against his collar bone, the broad shoulders that could be seen with the white muscle tank he wore paired with basketball shorts.

He shot you a look too, smirking to himself. What was he smirking about? You thought. He approached the lane halting almost like he was waiting for you both to throw the ball together to see who was better. You went right along with his antics enjoying the challenge. You threw the ball down the lane turning to the boy throwing your hands out cockily, without even seeing your results. You knew it. He fed into the temptation of your odd but cute behavior seeing you get a strike.

“Oh you cold with it.” He admits seeing that he was just as close to a strike only missing one pin on the far left side. You gazed up at the scoreboard to get his name since it was still his turn, reading Milesss.

“Get on my level!” You tilt your head to the side seeing his group of friends dap him up approvingly.

Desiree silently watched the scene pretending like she was eating popcorn with her leg kicked up. You giggled at her reaction taking your seat right besides her. “Bitch not you already flirting with the nigga!” She cooed secreting the handshake you two did.

Desiree approved of the random guy that picked a challenge with you. He looked like a perfect fit for you, and him enjoying bowling and being good as well just made even more sense on why she thought that. Your heart was pounding trying to refrain from stealing glances without getting caught.

Little to your knowledge, he had already been doing the same. His friends hyping his head up. The fact that you even acknowledged his existence by taking his sudden challenge and even flaunting your victory so confidently was so attractive to him. Getting to you wasn’t a need but a desperate want.

“I bet you can’t get her number.” His friend peeped seeing that you were kind of feeling him.

“Nigga watch me do this slight work.” Miles slid out of his seat taking a seat behind yours.

You watched Desiree take the ball into her hand wobbling to the front of the lane as you giggled but quickly got a bit startled seeing the boy you interacted with earlier. “Shit don’t just run up on me like that!” You warned earning a chuckle from Miles.

“My bad, ma. Just had to get a closer look real quick.” Miles brushed his fingers under your chin constantly glancing between your eyes and your glossed plump lips.

“You could take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You cringed at your own joke.

His face was so close to yours merely inches away like he was bold enough to kiss you.

“I’d rather get your number, then maybe you could be my girl and make it last forever. Don’t that sound nice, ma?” Miles spit his game that had an irresistible charm on you. He was just as cringey as you and you loved it.

“Not as nice as your smile love.” You tested the waters pinching his chin.

Desiree once again enjoying the sight of you pulling the cute guy. Shit, you were fine as hell too so she knew it wouldn’t be hard to get someone to fall for you. Especially because of your amazing personality.

You pulled out your phone exchanging it with his. You set your contact name in his phone as “babe” with a kissing emoji beside it. You handed back his phone seeing his pleased reaction. You looked into your phone seeing he put his as ‘daddy’ with the overheated face emoji beside it. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his name. You gazed into his eyes adoringly taking in his chiseled facial structure.

“If you keep giving me that look, that lipgloss coming smooth off.” Miles warned but also said to see if you were down with it.

You and your friend group were all going to kick it at this party that some girl was throwing at her moms while they were away. Did you agree with the decisions she made, never. But aye this wasn’t your home. Your friend group consisted of Melanie, Miles, and Anthony. Melanie had been your bestfriend for years, Anthony just randomly forced himself into your friendship along with Miles. Then here you guys were the quadruplet friend group.

A bit of a backstory, you expressed to Melanie your growing attraction to Miles but everything had went so great with the friend group, you didn’t want to risk it. Pushing those cluttered feeling underneath a rug. Until Miles would constantly lift that rug sweeping them right back out. Every interaction you two had, would have your head spinning. Was he being friendly, or did he actually want to get close to you?

All of you entered the crammed house party, bass so loud that the picture frames on the wall rattled, the aroma reeked of alcohol and and sweaty bodies. This was it. The party everyone dreamed of. There was a pool in the back with people hopping off of the roof, palm trees soaring over our heads and a live dj.

You began to groove along to the music getting into the turnt mood of those around you. “Okay!” You grinned as Melanie danced along with you as you went into the backyard. The boys behind you both looking like your body guards making you two feel like celebrities. It’s like almost every song the dj played was a hit on top of hit. Throwing in mixtures of recent songs and also songs from the 90’s and 00’s.

You all helped yourself to a couple of drinks, knowing who would be the one to drive you all back home. Of course Anthony, he wasn’t much of a drinker he’d always chauffeur you all back home when we’d all go out. In return he’d get loads of food because you’d be drunk off your asses and order hella food and forget of it the next morning. Fair exchange.

Work by Rihanna had began playing through the speakers. You gasped setting your drink to the side most likely discarding it because you didn’t believe in someone watching your drink. You wiped your hands off on your skin tight skirt and got to work. Rolling your hips seductively along to the bpm of the song. Melanie being your best wing woman, pushed Miles to go catch it before someone else did.

Miles hands gripped your love handles slightly thrusting into your ass while you continued to throw it in a circle. Everyone’s eyes were fixtated on both of you earning collective chants and screams hyping both of you up including Melanie who had been rooting for you two for lord knows how long. The second you noticed Miles biting his lips behind you, you went full throttle. You ticked your hips throwing it back.

Miles handled you like a pro. Hands never letting your waist go, as he grinds onto you. Miles didn’t know how things would go after this. Was this just for fun because you were tipsy? Or was this you actually enjoying the company as she danced? Hell, he wanted you bad. But he felt like Anthony and Melanie wouldn’t want to go lingering around being third wheels. Would this ruin his bond that he already had with you? His mind was swirling into a whirl and struggled if he wanted to make a move on his own. Fuck it, Miles thought.

As the song came to an end, you giggled to yourself almost ashamed that you’d done such a raunchy dance on Miles. Pondering if he enjoyed it and how you did. “What you laughing for, ma?” Miles asks latching his hand with yours. That word. Ma. He only called you that.

“The shit I just did!”

“You did that shit though!” Miles compliments putting your anxious thoughts at ease.

———

As intriguing his message seemed, you weren't going to be an asshole to your friend Natalie and leave her to wallow at home by herself. It was a permanent rule for you in general regardless if it was girls code or not. Your girls always came before a man that had no ring for you.

“Y/n, you know what sounds hella bomb right now.” Natalie slumps halfway off the couch, the other half of her body bound to plop on the ground.

“Some water.” You retort stepping around her zombie like figure and into the kitchen to get her a room temperature water bottle.

“No, no y/n! Like some henny would hit the spot right now.” Natalie suggests.

In what world was she going to get Hennessy? Not this one. This girl was on the brink of snapping her neck it seemed like with how her body morphed into the shape of a deflating ball. Alcohol was by far the last thing she needed to think of. You helped her limping body up in a upright seated position, removing the cap drawing the bottle towards her chapped lips.

She gulped enough down to sober something up so she could walk to her bed. You removed her false lashes setting them on her cluttered nightstand, connecting her phone to the charger and taking her socks off because she complains about being too overheated when she wears them. “Good night Natalie.” You covered her with her comforters leaving her door slightly cracked just in case she sprouts back up.

You gathered your nerves to practically stalk his page but refused to respond to his text. He had roughly two handfuls of pictures which was the accurate amount for a type of guy like him. The followers were in the thousands, expected but questionable. He didn’t follow many people keeping his probably at a minimum of 300 regarding the fact that he’s at 249 to be exact.

As much as you’d wanted to refrain from looking into the comments of his most liked pictures or let alone all of his posts, you simply couldn’t. A couple from his guy friends commenting, “line that shit up” or “❄️❄️”, yet the woman? Oh they were oh so bold. “I cannot dealll”, “lawwdddd”, and the craziest one yet, “the father of my children I don’t have.” Okay you were delusional, but not that damn delusional to go and put that under a man’s post if we’re not even dating. Your blood boiled the more you scrolled into the depths of his comments section. Why the hell was there bitches talking about he know what it is? Like no the fuck he don’t. And neither did you.

The comments had you furious, until you had to pull yourself back to remember, he’s not your man. Did you want him to be. Hell no after seeing those comments. Maybe. Just a little bit. Just the thought of his husky deep voice calling you Ma and the way his lips synced with yours was all you needed to slip right back into being interested in him. It was going to get bad from this point on so you took a steaming shower to get your mind off of it. After, you engulfed yourself into your comforter drifting into a deep slumber.

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The sun beamed into your room as you had forgotten to close the blinds, waking you sluggishly. You groaned stretching in almost every way possible until you nearly caught a cramp. Your hands pat your bed looking for the rectangular shape and once you found it, you snatched it like it was a winning lottery ticket. You squint your eyes at the sudden brightness until it dimmed automatically. You did your regular routine, checking messages, sending streaks to the few that you’ve had some with, and watching a couple friends stories. Yet that one username caught your eye, clicking on it immediately. The picture in the background was pictures of couples playfully posing in a photo booth with “MOOD” in bold purple letters across the top. You snickered at his cringey post knowing damn well he probably wouldn’t do that.

Not even minutes later, you’d received a message on Instagram.

100milesondadash: Das crazy

Miles was flabbergasted. Not only did you leave him on read but you also watched his story the next morning. Never had he had a girl do him like he’d done the girls he was never interested in. He in fact could not take his own medicine, not when it came to you.

It took you a moment to realize what was crazy then it all clicked. You burst into laughter only feeling a tad bit guilty in your actions but found it amusing that it practically drove Miles wild that you’d do such a thing to him. That’s where you wanted him to be. Wrapped around your finger.

TheRealY/N: aye chill, I was bathing my fish

100milesondadash: wth is wrong witchu Lmaoo imma let you slide this one time tho

TheRealY/N: fym gone let this slide lmao who are you to tell me that

100milesondadash: shit I’m tryna be yo man if you let me

TheRealY/N: mhmm tell that to yo fake bm|

TheRealY/N: mhmm tell that|

TheRealY/N: oh yeah?

You were about to set yourself up for disaster. You didn’t want him to know that you’ve been snooping all through his page. He was lucky you didn’t go through his following but that’s for a different story. You breathed out gathering yourself.

100milesondadash: ft?

TheRealY/N: ion know if I should….

100milesondadash: cmon ma, lemme see your pretty face

You kicked your feet like a child grinning from ear to ear. His words had you geeked over them. Who knew it was this easy for a man like Miles to have you giggling to yourself. You irresistibly agreed giving him your phone number as you scrambled to fix yourself. You rushed into the bathroom to fulfill your needs and self care. Snatching off your bonnet then brushing your hair smooth and applying some lip gloss. You checked your appearance through the mirror making sure everything at least appeared semi-decent.

A few minutes go by and you finally heard your phone ringing. His number appearing at the top of the screen as you pressed the green button to answer. Miles had his phone propped up at waist level giving you a view of him slouched into his gaming chair wearing a compression tank and his headset on but slightly tilted so he could hear you with one ear. Boy did that sight have your knees buckling. He grins biting his lip seeing your face. Pretty, like always, he thought.

“You satisfied?” You joked tapping the screen so you could see more of Miles.

“Just a lil bit, gotta see you smile for me mamí.” He cooed.

“Boy, no.” You laughed and accidentally smiled at him. Well, it wasn’t an accident if the truth were to be told.

“And look at what I got you doing.” Miles chuckled taking pictures of you through the FaceTime call.

“Shut the fuck up!” You covered your face, feeling your face heated to indescribable temperatures.

“Not you taking pictures of me.” You weren’t complaining, actually finding this so cute.

“Nah, move your hands ma!” He smiled seeing you react well to his flirting.

After you two heavily flirted with each other, Miles began to play 2k letting his undivided attention trail into the game. You didn’t mind because you got to watch him making cute frowns and shout at his teammates. “Nigga where’s the foul?” He shouts smacking his lips.

“You’re trash anyway.” You awaited his reaction to your comment, seeing him knot his eyebrows at you. “Yeah Ight!” He rolled his eyes going back into his game.

“Called me for nothing.” You teased seeing his eyes peel from the tv and to his screen. He pulled his headset off as you heard the console he played on cut off immediately and he grabs his phone.

“Don’t do that now, ma. Go get dressed I’ll slide and get you in a minute.”

“I guess.”

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Miles pulls into the parking lot making your mini concert you gave him come to an end. He shifts the gear into park, cutting the car off. He didn’t tell you where you two were going and let you discover that yourself as he opened your door. You gasped seeing your favorite arcade that you haven’t been to in years. The nostalgic feeling overwhelming you.

You entered approaching the game counter seeing the price ranges for the credits. As Miles told the cashier the card and the amount of credits he wanted, you pulled out some for your portion. Miles turned to face you receiving the game card seeing you try and pay.

“The fuck is that?” Miles cocked his eyebrow genuinely wondering why you even dared to reach your hands into your wallet. What fuck nigga had you been messing with, he thought.

“My part for the credits.” You innocently respond, his hand pushed your back into your wallet and closing the latch on your wallet.

“Ion know who the hell you been fucking with, but I ain’t on that. I got us, ma.” He reassured letting you lead the way to the games that caught your eye first. Of course, you played the crane games, a couple of speed racing games and also dance dance revolution. You beat Miles in all of the games, letting you celebrate your victories.

Miles made his way to the hoops game that he’d been waiting patiently for. He swiped both the games for you to play right beside him. “I’ll dog you in this.” You said grabbing the first ball and surprisingly making it. You weren’t always really great when it came to this game always claiming that the game cheated you your points. Miles flawlessly made all the goals as his score double yours within the first thirty seconds. Miles had no ounce of mercy being a overly competitive person when it came to basketball.

Miles scored 104 blowing your score of 45 clear out of the water. “What was all that shit you was talkin ‘bout, mamas?” Miles teased pointing at your score.

“Kiss my ass.” You rolled your eyes throwing your hand into his face. You couldn’t help but laugh though. He celebrated his win by taking a picture of both of your scores.

“You know I will.” He admits smacking your ass playfully.

You noticed the Photo Booth in the far corner gasping catching Miles by shock. “Ain’t this what you wanted to do?” You mentioned remembering the picture Miles put on his story.

“Shit, what you on?” Miles smiled knowing this would be his first time doing this ever. And the fact that you were doing it with him only made it even better.

“Come on then!” Miles latches your hand with his as he walks past you.

You two get into the booth swiping the game card to start the booth. Miles sat down on the bench, pulling you by your belt loop to sit on his lap. Before you could react the timer started to snap the first picture. Miles posed by lifting the corner of his lip throwing up fours with his fingers. You blew a kiss to the camera. You did the next pose wrapping your arms around Miles’s shoulder with your face cringed happily. The last pose, Miles grabbed your jawline pressing his lips into yours as it snapped the picture.

You grinned from ear to ear when you pulled away knowing the pictures were going to be great. You two collected both copies of the pictures from the side of the booth, cooing at them.

“You look good as hell, ma.” Miles compliments hiding his proud grin by licking his lips.

“Thank you love!” You hoped he’d like the pet name you randomly came up with.

Miles takes your hand finally heading back to his car. You two hadn’t left yet. Engaging in a deep conversation getting to know each other a little bit more. But there was this one question still lingering in your head. You wanted to ask since at the moment you two were being truthful.

“You do this with every female don’t you?” You fiddled with the strap connected to your wallet.

———

After several minutes of debating who had a busier schedule, you and Miles agreed who’d take Nora home the first night. Miles wasn’t really good at debating his schedule and the desperate need of having the first night baby free leaving him to take Nora. But he only had one condition.

“You have to come with me to drop her off.”

That was it. The one condition he absolutely needed before he’d take Nora into the warmth of his own home. The reasoning wasn’t too adequate for you, saying that Nora might malfunction if you weren’t within proximity during the time that he’d walk her home.

“If you just wanted me to walk with you just say that.” You sling your backpack on your shoulder offering to hold Nora while he gathered her necessities into the diaper bag.

“And why would I tell you that?” Miles objected grabbing Nora and strapping her into the car seat, draping the thin cotton fabric over the top just to seal the look. Miles had been up to something mischievous. You had no clue, but you were about to walk into a chaotic first impression for his parents.

Miles carried both the car seat and diaper bag freeing your arms of clutter. This whole baby caring situation was moving along so far so good. Nora barely whined on the way to Miles’s house. Only needed a bit of attention then going right back into the car seat. The closer you two inch towards Miles’s home, his heart pounds within his rib cage, growing more anxious with every step he took.

After copious amounts of stairs, you two stood before the wooden door with the peephole centered in the middle. Assuming Miles would set something down to retrieve his key to unlock his door was a misunderstanding. How didn’t he have a key to his own home considering he walks everywhere? You thought. Miles brought his fist to practically bang against the door. Miles covers the peephole to refrain his parents from peering through and ruining the surprise.

The door flings open revealing a middle aged Hispanic woman with her hair braided to the side resting on her shoulder. Her eyes grinning at Miles until she got a glimpse of exactly what he was holding. To make it even better she noticed you right behind him like you were hiding in a way. This only meaning….

“Miles Gonzales Morales qué hiciste?” (What did you do?) Her eyes widens to the size of saucers upon Miles reaction. Miles only made matters worse when he wrapped his arms around you smirking like he had won the lottery.

“Mama cálmate, you don’t want to wake your granddaughter!” Miles teased watching your frightened face.

Hell yes you were scared, if not immensely terrified. You had not parts in this devious prank Miles decided to pull. Him also ruining your first impression with meeting his parents. Your feet screwed to the ground leaving you immobile. You couldn’t even mutter a gasp if you wanted to let alone a word.

She removed her green slipper with one swift move ready to launch it at Miles before a middle aged man intervened grabbing her wrist. What you’d assume was his father, grabbed the slipper attempting to calm her down. “Rio, what’s going on?” He asks not yet acknowledging both of your appearance.

“Consigue a tu sobrino!” (Get your nephew!) She yanks her slipper back from him ready to strangle Miles right before you.

“Woah, Miles this ain’t you ain’t it?” He pieced the anger that Mama Rio had in taking bits and pieces of it as well. This was outrageous and he couldn’t believe it. Not a single ounce.

“This all me uncle Aaron, this is your niece Nora!” Miles continues to toy with his families emotions.

His uncle furrowed his eyebrows, kneeling down to stoop towards the car seats level. His curiosity ate him alive to see what his new niece looked like and if this indeed was Miles’s daughter. He removed the blanket from the car seat revealing Nora. He snorted rubbing his face as if he was ashamed to have fallen for his nephews games.

“Ah you got me with that one!” Uncle Aaron chuckled punching Miles’s shoulder.

Mama Rio still clueless to what Uncle Aaron was laughing for hoping he’d discipline him before she would put her slipper on him. You were finally able to exhale and breath for once witnessing his uncles expression.

“How can you get a girl pregnant? Your onl-” she charged in front of Uncle Aaron only to stop herself mid sentence seeing the doll.

“Mom it’s just a joke! This is for our project!” Miles finally came clean. He still got hit by his mom for upsetting her.

“You could’ve started with that Miles! I’m so sorry honey, what’s your name?” Mama Rio brushes Miles to the side to get to you. She sensed that you had been shocked as well.

“I’m y/n! Nice to meet you!” You greeted reaching for her hand only to be rejected but engulfed into her embrace.

“Oh sweetie it’s nice meeting you too! You can call me Mama Rio. Come in! Let me get you something to eat.” Mama Rio guided you into her home glaring at Miles in return as she walked past.

Nora began to whine leaving Miles to deal with her as you’d been dragged off by his mom into the kitchen. “Mama, you just can’t take her from me!” Miles was a bit salty after seeing you being catered to with his favorite foods.

After what seemed like a buffet of foods, Mama Rio set you off to go help Miles who seemed to slightly panic because Nora began whining again but louder. You took Nora into your hands cradling her into your arms.

“Hand me the diaper.” You said not taking your eyes off of Nora.

“Ain’t you forgetting something?” Miles halted before the diaper bag.

“Nope.”

“You ain’t getting shit till you say it.” Miles stood by his word cupping his ear with his hands.

“I’ll get it my damn self then.” You beamed towards the diaper bag being blocked by Miles’s big hand and body bumping into yours causing you to laugh.

“Come on Miles!” You whined reaching above his head for the bag dangling in the air.

———

“Hey you in the shop today?”

You called your best friend Miles whom you happened to have a crush on. He was a tattoo artist at the new tattoo parlor down the street. You watched him grow from his sketches from his journal to drawing permanent ink on skin. He even got to test out his skills on you once he passed his tattoo apprenticeship. He gave you your first tattoo and ever since then you claimed him as your personal artist.

“Hell yeah, you coming to stop by or you tryna get tatted?” Miles asks hearing buzzing on the end. He must have a client at the moment, you thought. But the fact he still picked up your call regardless if he was in the middle of drawing ink into someone’s skin had your heart tumbling inside.

“Yeah, imma need a tattoo on my thigh. Thinking ‘bout getting a dragon starting from below my hip and ending at my thigh.” You gazed at your bare thigh picturing the dragon that could potentially be engraved into your skin.

“Oh you getting bold now, ain’t you? Imma get you straight though. Just slide to the shop in about an hour or two and send me the reference picture.”

________

You wore a mini skort and a crop op tee just so it’d be easier for Miles to access the specific area. You strolled into the parlor seeing the back of Miles head as he prints out the stencil for your tattoo. The bell sings announcing your entry.

“Wassup, ma!” Miles greets you with his inevitable grin.

“What’s going on my personal tattoo artist! How’s the shop been?” You sit comfortably at his desk, scanning the new art work he’s got under his belt.

“We’ve been pretty busy my three to four clients a week turned into seven. But you know I always got time for my favorite client.” Miles always allowed you to invade his space, knowing he couldn’t stop you if he wanted to. He just had to let it happen.

He was improving so well that you’d wanted to cry in tears of joy for a second. He’s done a couple of new pieces that you were flabbergasted with. How the hell did he do that? You thought. You happened to find a Polaroid picture of you that Miles took almost a year ago taped to the top right corner of his desktop.

“Awe you have my picture up here!” You point at the Polaroid gaining Miles attention.

“Gotta have my number one supporter up there. You know you’re special to me.” Miles partially lied. Sometimes he’d tell his coworkers that you were his girl when they’d ask who you were. They began to wonder when you’d come around every week to the point that they knew your name and minor details about you.

“Hmm how special?” You teased grabbing the stencil from Miles to look at the design he finished for you. It was exactly similar to what you’d imagined if not better. The size was a bit threatening considering that you were only used to small or medium sized tattoos. But you wanted this tattoo so you had to take it like a g.

“You ain’t getting no more discounts, mamí. You already get 40% off for coming every damn month.” Miles reassured knowing your antics like the back of his hand. “Fine.” You muttered.

“Come sit yo ass down.” Miles demanded seeing you procrastinate by distracting yourself with anything you could get your hands on from around his desk.

Miles had you laying on your side, wiping the area clean then placing the stencil where you’d wanted letting you take a look at it. He attached the new needle into the wireless tattoo pen. He applied Vaseline on the small side table placing the small plastic cap on it to prevent it from moving then filling it with black ink. He set a couple of napkins to the side so he could use it to wipe the smeared ink.

“Does it look good like this?” You peered towards Miles who had been staring you down after prepping the table. Your skort slightly lifted showing a little more of your ass than he’s already seen.

“Oh yeah, it’ll look good as hell with a dress on.” Miles licks his lips trying to remain eye contact with you.

You retreated back to your previous position on the black leather bench inhaling deeply. You were unsure to why you got nervous every time you got a tattoo. Maybe because it was Miles and every time he’d be opened up to a new part of your body to draw on. Or the fact that he was placing his hands on the bottom of your ass to start off the first line of the tattoo.

Miles finished more than half of the tattoo since it was mainly fine lines instead of filling and coloring the design in. He took swift glances at your expression to find you falling asleep. He chuckled to himself seeing how comfortable you are with him being hurled over your body and also accidentally squeezing the bottom of your ass when he’d reposition himself.

After a hard working 3 hours later, Miles drew the last line to the dragon, wiping off the excess ink that had been smeared in your skin. He cleared the area to reveal the finished product. It looked better than he’d expected. He took a couple of pictures that he’d keep to himself because he’d dare someone to look at you posted up on his wall in this angle. Miles attached the tegaderm bandage to your leg to help the tattoo heal faster. Cleaning up the last bit of his mess, he woke you up by pulling your ear.

“You done, ma.” He whispered into your ear.

You nearly jolted out of the seat trailing to the mirror. It was so good. From the detail to the neatness. Miles really outdid himself with this one. And you were glad you got him to make your idea come to life. “Miles, you did yo shit on this one!” You complimented witnessing him glare at you with such seductive eyes. The tension had been there since you stepped in but this was overwhelmingly too good for you.

“Preciate it, ma. You look good.” Miles eyes averted from your face to your legs.

“You know what else would look good?” You managed to ignite his interest.

“Hmm?” He hummed tilting his head with half opened eyes.

———

Miles had invited himself over to yours on the weekend to get away from his home. Normally you’d watch a tv series with him or have a small mukbang but today he wanted to do something sweet. He bought a Polaroid camera that you’ve been trying to get for ages and also got a months worth of film. The fact that it took him a little over two hours and three trips to different stores to find one with your favorite color.

Not only did he get the Polaroid camera but also some snacks and small gifts like hair ties, tons of lip glosses, and a new self care set. He set them down at your bedside watching your eyes light up with joy as you opened your gift.

“Miles you didn’t have to get me all this!” You were stunned once you lifted the Polaroid out of the box. Tears welling in your tear duct as you pout.

“You deserve it, ma. Don’t start crying.” Miles caresses your face to soothe your overflowing emotions.

He opened one of your snacks forcing the chips into your mouth to get your mind off urge of crying. He didn’t want to see you cry whether it was happy tears or not. You giggled before chewing the chip and grabbing one for him to eat as well.

You opened the box removing the camera, instructions guide and the film bag. You weren’t quite sure how this all worked but you weren’t the type to read instructions and did your own thing. And just when you were about to do something questionable Miles took the camera from your grasp and placed the film inside the correct way.

“Ma, you could’ve asked me to help you.” He suggests, pulling the camera lenses to turn it on.

He began to take off guard pictures of you until you began to pose. But something was off. You didn’t smile in either one of them. Miles removed the camera from his face tilting his head with a cocked eyebrow.

“Smile for me, mamí!” Miles cooed slightly dapping your chin with his finger.

“But it’ll look weird.” You avoided eye contact with him.

You were insecure of your teeth. They weren’t the straightest nor were they perfect. You had a small gap, but to everyone else it was huge making you sink into insecurities as they’ve made fun of you every chance they could get. You even got as bad as to not smiling in pictures so no one can see them.

That was the least of Miles’s concerns, he genuinely loved your smile. Not only was it unique, but because he was the reason behind it. Purposely tickling you or flooding you with compliments just to see that smile of yours. He sensed that you weren’t confident in it, but that was all going to change today.

“Stop playing, ma. You know I’d kill for that pretty ass smile.” He set the camera down for a bit to console you. Pulling you into his embrace as your back faced him draping his arms by your torso.

“Lemme me see it.” He asks fingers aimed at your sides to tickle you if you’d refuse. You chuckled and did as he asks, receiving a kiss on your cheek.

He brought the camera back up facing the both of you making sure you smiled before snapping the picture. He handed the film to you setting the camera to the side. He still tickled you anyway.

“Miles!” You screeched attempting to get away from his intense tickles.

Once the picture appeared on the film you couldn’t help but to smile. The picture was actually cute. Seeing how Miles glanced at you adoringly like he’d seen you for the first time.

———

“Alright class so I’ve been preparing you all for the babies that have finally made their arrival today! And of course I’ll be pairing everyone into groups of two to adopt their babies!” Ms.Rondal announces.

She had a huge box on her desk and multiple car seats on the floor ready to disperse them between the students. The class was somewhat intrigued with the way the babies would look. Thinking maybe it’s be just like a baby alive doll that you can just turn off when you’re done. Nope. You on the other hand heard your classmate Miles beside you smacking his lips.

“Alright the person your seating beside will be your partner for the baby, you guys will also be taking care of the baby on the weekends and you shall both decide on which day you’ll be caring for the baby. Keep in mind these babies are very live like. They will whine and cry when there’s something that they need whether it’s attention, feeding them, or changing their diapers. The diapers and your wristbands that you’ll wear will have a sensor to stop the baby from crying. And before anyone asks, no they do not turn off unless you have my permission. Any questions?” Ms.Rondal explains thoroughly.

Miles have you a quick glance, almost as if he was easing into the fact that he was going to leave you with taking care of the baby all by yourself. Which may be just a false assumption. Maybe he was looking at you thinking you’d be the perfect fit.

“How would you know if we’re taking care of the baby?” A random student asks.

“We’ll since I have all access to the babies electronically, I can tell when the baby is being catered to, tossed around or neglected. So I’d advise you to be careful when it comes to the baby. You will be graded on this for this last semester. Now, let’s get your babies out!” She sticks her hand into the box removing a plastic bag full of orange colored bracelets with a huge green button like circle on it.

Group by group everyone received their babies and even had the choice of getting a specific race baby. By the time you got up to the table with Miles you glanced into the box seeing only a white baby and a Hispanic baby. “Yeah I ain’t doing no white baby that’s out.” Miles commented grabbing the baby by its leg. Your eyes widened as your mouth hung agape.

“Nigga you can’t hold a baby like that!” You instantly took the baby from Miles hand as he grabbed the other materials and essentials such as the diapers, two outfits, a bottle, a charger, a diaper bag, both of your wristbands and also the car seat.

“Language!” Ms. Rondal warned watching you two practically fight over how the baby should be held. She shook her head knowing who’d take better care of the baby. You two signed off on the birth certificate and also decided to name the baby Nora Morales.

You both made it back to your seats, Miles placing the car seat on the side of his chair as he watched you dress the doll. The teacher gave out the instructions on how to turn on the doll and the contact information if anyone had any questions or if they’re baby hadn’t stopped crying even after the multiple steps were taken. And just like that, most of the classes babies erupted in whines causing some students to panic.

“Now some of you get to test it out for yourselves give it a try!” Ms. Ronald suggested.

Your baby began to whimper softly as you took the baby into your arms swaying it side to side. The soft whines only grew louder signifying that wasn’t the solution to its problems. Miles cocked his eyebrows at you, reaching his hands to grab the baby.

“First off Miles, I had it under control!”

“Oh yeah? It ain’t look like it to me.”Miles takes the baby from your arms, sitting her on his lap and pressing the bottle up against her mouth. And just like magic, the whines went away.

“Mhm, you quiet now.” Miles replied smirking at your displeased expression.

“Shut the fuck up.” You rolled your eyes, attaching the wristband onto your wrist. You grabbed Miles, reaching for his hand so you could attach his. He jerked a bit then rests his wrist in the middle of the wristband.

“Ight, don’t tie it too tight now.”

You ignored his comment and proceeded to tighten it just to hear him smack his lips. “I’m just joking!” You clipped the wristband patting it once you let it go.

“Imma let you know now you taking care of the diapers! I ain’t touching no shit.” He claimed earning a face palm from you.

“It can’t actually poop nor pee you dumbass!” You snorted putting all the paperwork for the baby in its diaper bag.

———

“Hey guys! I made some brownies if you all wanted to try some?” Gwen revealed the ‘masterpiece’ inside the silver pan.

You all were at Miles for the night having a sleepover. How did Miles get his parents to allow you, Gwen, Hobie and Pavitr into their home for the night? Have no clue but there you guys were. Splattered all over the living room, you and Miles sitting on the bean bags that he’s brought out from his room, Hobie sitting in Mr.Morales chair, and Pavitr laid out on the ground.

“Depends, what’d you put in it?” Hobie questions glancing into the pan only to reject it with his disgusted expression.

“Are those roaches?” Pavitr scanned the brownies seeing random chunks of what looked like tiny creatures.

You blurred out with laughter, immediately covering your mouth at their comments. You’d admit, that the brownies she so called made looked like mud she just dug out of the ground after a rainy day. And those lumps in it, indeed looked like roaches. Miles nudged you pursing his lips together also refraining from laughter.

“No, can’t you see they’re raisins!” Gwen argued defending her baking.

Miles did a good enough job concealing his giggles until that statement when he’d nearly spit into laughter. You and Miles flew back in your bean bag chairs, sluggishly falling off till both of your legs were dangling in the air. You both took turns gently smacking each others arms no longer being able to breath.

Hobie hurled over into the chair dying of giggles not caring if Gwen felt a certain way or not. To him this was beyond hilarious and he’d definitely drag her about it for days to come. Pavitr the only one being able to keep his composure until he glanced at Hobie. Now the whole room was in uncontrollable laughter except Gwen.

“Sorry Gwen! I’ll try some. I always love it when you try new things!” Miles offered practically lying right through his teeth.

He was a sucker for Gwen. Everyone knew it except Gwen of course. But did everyone agree. Absolutely fucking not. You all drew the line when she’d opened his limited edition figurine and then had the nerve to place her dirty shoes on his clean bed.

“Thank you Miles! There’s nothing wrong with it!” Gwen defends setting the pan on the counter and cutting him a slice.

You all watched over the two as Gwen handed him the slice with a napkin. Miles hesitantly lifts the brownie to his teeth slightly nibbling the corners with his front teeth. You all snickered silently in the background witnessing a murder scene about to unravel.

“Miles take a big bite! You won’t taste anything if you do that.” Gwen then forced the brownie farther into his mouth forcing him to eat half the slice. He sluggishly chewed it, bringing himself to fake a pleased face. Miles was nice, too nice at that. He never wanted to let Gwen’s feelings get hurt in any shape or form. Which is right but compared to all the hurt that she’s done to him was a huge red flag.

You all huddled into each others arms laughing. You felt bad for Miles being the victim of yet another one of Gwen’s ‘masterpieces’.

“There’s absolutely no way you enjoyed that bruv!” Hobie chimed in as the two entered the living room once again. Gwen sat with Miles on the couch as she ate her portion of the brownie. Dropping every single crumb on the ground. Your heart ached with every single ounce of crumb that landed on the floor. Just wincing at the thought of getting cussed out by Miles’s parents if they were to see this.

Gwen had little to no home training it seemed. That annoyed you, let alone the fact that she continuously toys with Miles’s feelings. It’s not that you like Miles or anything, well yes. Yes it was. You didn’t get what Miles seen in her. But you couldn’t interfere with who Miles wanted. Gwen was a homie hopper to you. The copious amounts of time you’ve caught her flirting with Hobie then turn right around and say the same things to Miles. Hobie knows how to play her game as well but Miles had fallen for everything she’d told him assuming she’s only ever said it to him.

“I’m going to go out my phone on the charger really quick.” You announced getting up from the bean bag chair as everyone nodded you off.

You sauntered into Miles’s bedroom retrieving your charger from your gym bag plugging your phone into the outlet. You checked your notifications carefully getting swept up into the TikTok’s your sister sent you. You’ve been gone for 10 minutes and you hadn’t noticed. The door creaks open revealing a worried Miles.

“Hey y/n, you alright?” Miles took a seat beside you on the ground.

“Yeah was just watching some of the TikTok’s my sister sent me. How’s it going out there with you and Gwen. Still slowly dying from eating her mud pie?” You teased as you sat your phone down to give him your undivided attention.

“And if I were dying would you save me?” Miles asks but you couldn’t tell if he’d been joking or if he was serious.

“Of course. No questions asked.” You replied whether it was a joke or not.

“Can I tell you something. It’s been kind of hard to keep this in.” You start still deciding if this would be the right moment for you to say this.

“Yeah, you know I’m always here for you.” Miles shifted his position closer to you, constantly gazing at you here and there.

“Gwen, she’s not who you think she is. I’ll leave that up for you to discover and to choose if you want to continue being close with her or even falling for her. But I just don’t want you hurt.”

Those words sank deep within Miles’s thoughts. Was there something you seen or heard that he didn’t. He knew you’d never lie because you were that blunt friend. The room fell silent as he accepted your advice.

“I won’t get hurt. But what about you?” Miles retorted.

Your eyebrows furrows with confusion to his statement. What did he mean me? There was nothing to be hurt by. Well at least not yet. You r get ready anxious preparing for the worst that could come out of Miles’s mouth.

“What do you mean?”

“I kind of found out that you may have a crush on me. I don’t know if it’s true but I haven’t even noticed it. And you’ve pretty much watched me flirt with Gwen and you never said anything.” Miles revealed even though he didn’t mean to find out it just happened solely because you’d said it once before he came to walk you to class.

“Oh, that. It’s no hard feelings. I know where your heart belongs.” You hated to say that but it was true. Gwen had him wrapped around his finger.