The doorbell rang. It was a few days after Bianca had come around and forced her to leave the house. Although Alya still felt like a bus had hit her, she must admit that leaving the house once a while did make her feel a little better. The doorbell rang again. "I'm coming," she yelled. She opened the door and stopped dead in her tracks, when she saw Miles standing in front of it.

"Hey," he said rubbing the back of his neck nervously. He tried not show how shocked he was, when he saw Alya in the door frame. Bianca had told him that Alya wasn't at her best and she hadn't been exaggerating. A wave of guilt swept over him. Why had he said all those nasty things to her.

"Hey," she said uncomfortably and folded her arms in front of her chest.

"Alya – I tried to call you. Didn't you get my messages?"

"I did. But...I needed some space," she said looking past him down the street.

"I understand." He eyed her carefully. She had lost a ton of weight and the sparkle in her blue eyes were gone. Instead, he could see dark circles around her eyes showing her lack of sleep.

"Can we talk?"

"Go ahead," she said briefly.

"Look...I'm really sorry for what I said the other day in front of Durani's office. I didn't mean what I said."

"Oh, I get it...it was wrong of me to say what I said. It wasn't fair."

"Yeah," Miles said trying to gain some time. There was so much more he wanted to say to Alya, but his mind had decided to stop working and he was at loss for words. All he could think of was how close she was standing in front of him. He was sure, that he could even smell a trace of her scent. Just then, he wanted nothing more than to overcome the short distance between them, take her in his arms and feel her body against his. He cleared his throat searching for words. "About what you said, you know, in front of Durani's office. I just wanted to say that I –"

"Oh forget what I said," Alya interrupted him, "I don't know what got into me. I guess, it was just the nerves with Keaton maybe closing down and the season's performance... don't worry about it. Friends, right?"

"Yeah, of course," Miles answered totally confused. "Friends." That didn't go at all how he planned.

The next day, Miles was in the living room talking to his Dad on the phone, when he saw another call coming in. "Hey Dad, can we talk about this tomorrow when you pick me up? Jax is calling me," he said.

"Sure," his Dad answered on the other end. "I'll pick you up at 10 – see you then."

Miles hang up and took Jax' call. Before he could say a word, he heard his friend already talking. "Hey Dude, how did it go with Alya yesterday? What did she say? Are you back together?"

"Hi Jax, I'm fine thanks for asking and you?" Miles rolled his eyes. Jax was one of the most curious people he knew. So he started telling Jax about his conversation with Alya.

When he finished, he heard Jax sigh in frustration. "I don't get it. You went to her place to talk to her and tell her how you feel and now you are back to being friends? Man, you really suck at this," Jax couldn't believe what Miles just told him. "Bianca will go nuts."

"It's probably for the best anyway. If we try again and it's not working out, our friendship will be gone, too. And I really don't wanna risk that. I need her in my life."

"But don't you think you're gonna miss out on so much, if you don't take the risk? I mean, look at me and Bianca. We have been going out, and although it didn't work out with us, I wouldn't change a thing. Being with her, was one of the best times of my life."
"Yeah, but Alya and I have been there, remember? And it didn't work out the first place, so why should it now? Besides, I told you she kinda took back what she said about having feelings for me..."

"You are not actually going to believe that?" Jax asked.

"Why shouldn't I?" Miles replied. Yesterday, when he went to see her, he hadn't been sure if he wanted to be with her again. When she had made the decision for him, he realised painfully that all he really wanted was Alya.

"So, you looking forward to the concert tomorrow?" he asked, trying to change the subject. Jax had been talking about nothing else all last week.

"We're not done, yet" Jax said, knowing exactly what Miles was trying to do. "But hell yeah, the concert is gonna be awesome. I can't believe, that Floetic is coming to Toronto. I've been dying to see him. I will pick Kit up at 3 p.m. so we have enough time to get there."

"Doesn't the concert start at 8 p.m.? You only need an hour to get to the club. Why would you leave at 3?" Miles chuckled.

"Don't you start as well. Kit is already mocking me about it. I really really wanna be in the front row. So yes – I make her leave the house at 3. She will thank me for it later."

"Okay." Miles was sure Kit wouldn't mind standing in the last row at this concert as long as she could listen to the music. But he didn't tell Jax, who seemed excited like a six-year-old before his first day of school.