A/N : Hello there friends! So nice to see (well not literarlly but you get the point) all of you :) The title of this piece (at the moment) is '10 Years Later', mainly because I couldn't think of a better title. Do not fear my fellow Semma and Janny lovers, for I will continue updating 'I Do' (cough go check out 'I Do') and hope to be updating this story as well if it is well received. Please comment if you want this story to continue and make sure you follow me to find out when new chapters of both 'I Do' and this come out :) Thanks again for reading!
Miles Hollingsworth III spent most of his ten year high school reunion giving the same answers to the same questions.
No, I don't have a girlfriend.
No, I don't have a boyfriend.
No, none of my writing has been published yet.
And most of all,
Yes, I'd love to see pictures of your kids.
It distracted him from the ever looming thought that he would have to face the man he hasn't talked to since he left. The man whose texts he had ignored, who he watched change his relationship status from 'single' to 'in a relationship' five times in the past 10 years. Miles had unfriended him a couple of months ago when it became too painful to see on his feed everyday.
The very same man who, not even 10 seconds into Miles' train of thought, strode into the tackily decorated gym. He still walked with a bit of a limp but otherwise he has never looked better. His dark brown hair was gelled back and somehow those light blue eyes of his were even more piercing. He work a dark green button-up, that he filled out quite nicely with his now slightly muscular form, and a pair of skinny jeans that hugged his legs in all of the right places. However, the outfit seemed a little out of character for the boy who would rather die than wear a single colour shirt on such a momentous occasion.
"Stare much?"
Miles quickly left his thoughts and finds himself now looking into the eyes of none other than the same man who haunted his dreams at night:
Tristan Milligan.