Circumstances
Miles stretched out his arms as he came down the remainder of the short staircase, but he stopped, flexing when he reached the bottom step. "Great…another couple in the making…." Miles mumbled under his breath, still unnoticed by Roxie and Peter who had fallen back into their habit of whispering sweet nothings to each other over cups of coffee. He flexed again and stepped down for the last square. He didn't bother interrupting but grabbed his coat on the way out of the house. The fact of how pathetic his supposedly exciting college life just was weighing on him. He lived with three women, spent his nights pouring over alien paraphernalia, and worked alone under a dim office lamp in his room, the smallest one in the house. Meanwhile, those three women and everyone else attending John Adams College had lives, more exciting and less lonely than his own. Morgan had her men of plenty, Sabrina had Josh, and he seemed more alone than ever now that Roxie had Peter and he had a down payment on a dance studio and chafing tights.
The studio was filled with the usual girls who had gotten over the new and at one time, only boy in class. Muscle-bound, hunkier, butt-blessed football players, who discovered his scheme quickly enough to buy tights of their own, had overthrown Miles in less than an instant. Finding no skill or girls, Miles of course found no reason to stay and quit seconds after walking through the door to filled arms. Miles chuckled under his breath as he left. "Some day this is turning out to be." He went on walking with his evening shadow by him.
Roxie and Peter had picked up and left, leaving the entire house completely void of any other human. He changed and dropped off the outfit at Sabrina's door before going into his room. His telescope was cold with no lunar eclipses, incoming meteors, or alien sightings. He laid his head back on his pillow and stared up at the ceiling hoping something would come of this extreme use of time. Nothing did. No one entered. No one called. No one came to visit. No one could be heard and no one heard him as he slept uncared for.
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Things were finally working for her. She was doing great in school. She had her own radio show for god sakes, and now she had a boyfriend- the perfect boyfriend. She closed the door behind her knowing he was still looking at her, smiling as she walked in.
She felt bubbly and giddy- definitely not one of her usual characteristics, but she didn't care. As long as there was Peter what did it matter how she acted, or if she had become one of those annoying females who cheered on their man? She felt like she was somebody when she was with him… that was good enough for her. And so she slept with words of promise dancing in her head. No longer knowing of the pain Miles knew… not knowing it would meet her again.