Miles lay awake, waiting for his alarm to go off. He rolled over in his bed and grabbed his phone. Miles sighed and sent him another message before getting out of bed, knowing that he would be ridiculously early but he couldn't lay there anymore. Even though he had too much time, he was ready and downstairs with an hour to kill before school.

"Again, Miles, really? Are you sure you're not an imposter whose kidnapped my brother and trapped him in a dungeon?" Frankie came in and opened the fridge, looking back at Miles, who was swirling his spoon in the dregs of milk left in his cereal bowl.

"Ha ha, very funny", but Miles didn't even try to come up with a snide remark, continuing to stare into his empty cereal bowl, waiting until it was time to go to school.

"Seriously Miles", began Frankie as she pulled up a chair next to him, "All of this moping and watching Tristan from afar like a creepy stalker isn't you. Why don't you talk to him, or do something?"

Miles shook his head, "I can't, he asked for space and I told him I would wait."

"But it's been weeks, don't you think-"

"Just leave it ok?" Miles got up and sent another text before walking out of the kitchen.

Eyes glued to his textbook, Miles waited, tensing whenever someone walked into the classroom. Then he walked in. The smell of shampoo and citrus washed over him. But he couldn't look up, not yet. He waited, until the bell rang and class began to steal a glance. Tristan was looking forward with his usual determined expression, his body slightly angled away from Miles. Miles eyes raked over him, taking in how his light brown hair fell against his pale skin, how he had his arms folded, in front of him, everything. He knew that Tristan could feel him watching him, but he never said anything. The silence was painful, but Miles knew that it was better than seeing Tristan hurt. After their talk in the bathroom Miles hadn't approached him again, but god did he want to. The bell rang, and Miles looked away, playing by the unspoken rules that they had established.

Tristan gathered his things, slinging his bookbag over his shoulder as he left the room, knowing that Miles was watching. He smiled a little as he felt his phone buzzing but didn't answer it.

"So how was it?"

"Fine Zoe", Tristan replied, not even bothering to get annoyed anymore. This had become routine now.

"You guys are no fun", Zoe pouted.

"Well, not all of us can be Westdrive characters."

"Yeah whatever", Zoe linked arms with Tristan before launching into an in-depth analysis of her phone call with Zig last night as they walked to lunch.

Tristan tried to pay attention but his mind strayed as they neared the cafeteria.

"Are you even listening to me?" Zoe's exasperated tone startled Tristan. He looked up from his food that he had busied himself with cutting into small pieces.

"Um…"

"Tristan, it's been like 15 minutes since you've said anything!"

15 minutes? Have I really been out of it that long?

"Sorry Zo."

"Seriously, when are you two going to kiss and make up, cause' I'd really like to have my friend back."

"I'm fine." Tristan mumbled, resuming his task of cutting the chicken in his salad into little cubes.

"All of this isn't fine." Zoe waved her arms in front of Tristan, commanding his attention.

"All of what?" Tristan froze, starting to get worried.

"All of this sulking and moodiness. Even in drama club you just sit in the back and don't really speak up."

"I did that skit…" Tristan trailed of, his body relaxing.

"Yeah ok, you did one 5 minute skit. You do remember that you used to like acting, right?"

Tristan opened his mouth to speak but Zoe kept going.

"I mean look at him", Zoe said, pointing her plastic fork across the cafeteria to where Miles was sitting with Maya, Frankie, and Winston, his back turned to Tristan and his head down.

"The both of you are just so sad. Just get over yourselves. You know that he wants you back, and you obviously want him back-".

Tristan gave a sigh of relief as the bell rang, saving him from having to fight yet another losing battle with Zoe.

As Tristan got up to throw away his tray of uneaten food, he looked back over at Miles.

Maya caught him looking and nudged Miles, who just shook his head sullenly.

Tristan followed Zoe out of the cafeteria as a voice rang out, carrying across the room.

"Tristan, wait!"