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Lola blinked rapidly, struggling to get her eyes open. It felt like they were glued together, which was the most disgusting feeling she'd ever felt, topped only by the nausea she was experiencing as she opened her eyes, exposing them to the bright sun that was shining through the window. She had never slept so deeply, and the bed below her felt like a cloud. Apparently, the mix of way too much alcohol and Miles Hollingsworth's arms made for a good night's sleep.
"Good morning, sunshine." Miles greeted Lola, looking up from his phone. "You were out like a light." He reached his arm around Lola's body and gave her a kiss on the top of her head.
Lola furrowed her brows and squinted her eyes, taking a second to process what exactly was happening. She had a fuzzy memory of the night before. She drank, she blacked out, she woke up... and Miles was there. They...rekindled? That part she wasn't quite sure about yet. And then they cuddled and fell asleep. There was still a lot to process, and this was just the beginning of the Lola and Miles Chronicles: Part Three. But...progress was made. She never would've thought yesterday that she'd wake up in Miles's bed today. In fact, at this time yesterday, Miles wasn't even on her mind. She didn't even know he was in town yet. And now she was in his arms. It was crazy how just twenty four hours could change everything.
Miles snaked his arm from around Lola's body and reached onto the floor and grabbed a crumpled up t-shirt. Lola looked down and remembered the one he had been wearing previously was now on her back. "Do you want me to go pick up some breakfast? Your head is probably pounding. You gotta eat." Ever so thoughtful. Miles slipped the shirt on his body, and Lola was a little disappointed, because admittedly, she really liked the sight of Miles shirtless.
Before Lola could open her mouth to respond, Frankie took her by surprise, dashing into the room and pouncing on the bed, crushing Miles and Lola in the process. "Did I hear someone say breakfast?" Frankie said, pulling a bag of greasy fast food from behind her back. "Because the breakfast fairy has arrived, and she got a ton of hangover food with your name on it, Lo." She paused, looking over to her brother with a playful grin. "And I guess you can have some too, Miles. If you ask nicely enough."
Lola couldn't lie. She was disappointed at the sight of her best friend. Which was awful. She knew Frankie first. She should be way more excited to see her best friend than her...whatever Miles was now. She'd known Frankie for like, five years. Which was forever for a pair of eighteen year olds. Of course, knowing Frankie meant she knew Miles for all of that time, but up until that fateful day where they collided in the hallway, Miles was nothing but Frankie's cute older brother to her. A little bit of eye candy on the occasional girl's night. And now... he was so much more.
The guy who took her virginity. The guy who impregnated her. The first guy she was ever in love with. The first guy who truly broke her heart... It was a lot. He was a lot.
They had a lot of history. And because of all of that history, Lola found herself craving time with Miles instead of Frankie. Which was unfortunate, because the last thing she wanted to be was that girl who dumped her bestie the day she found a new man. Especially considering the 'man' she'd be dumping Frankie for was her own brother. Not cool at all. "Thanks, boo!" Lola stated, feigning excitement. She couldn't let Frankie feel like she was being pushed out. She'd have to work overtime to make sure she wasn't going to hurt Frankie's feelings.
Miles looked over to Lola, who met his eyes with confusion. Lola knew exactly what was on his mind. He wanted to know if they should ask Frankie to leave. Lola wanted to nod, saying that they deserved a morning alone after the night they'd had. But instead she shook her head, indicating Frankie's presence was fine.
He let out an exhale, seeming frustrated, which killed Lola. She had never wished more for the ability to read minds. Miles took a wrapped up sausage biscuit from the grease-covered fast food bag and pulled himself out of the bed with a labored groan. "I'm gonna take a shower, I think I still have Lola puke somewhere in my creases and crevices. Consequences of being caretaker."
Lola cringed at that statement. "Stop bringing it up!" She said, slapping his arm. They were absolutely flirting, and from the look on Frankie's face, she was slightly uncomfortable with it. "Never again." Lola said, eyeing Frankie as Miles left the room. It was time for some girl talk. Lola could feel it in her bones. The way Frankie was looking at Lola told Lola that something was coming. But what was it?
"If you're gonna date my brother..." Frankie started, reaching into the bag and grabbing a biscuit and handing it to Lola. "We need to set some ground rules. First, you're gonna be honest with me about everything. I demand to know it all." She said. "No making out in front of me, no cutting in on my time with you, if I walk in on you guys having sex... I'm gonna kill both of you. Seriously."
"Woah," Lola said. "Slow down. I don't even know what the deal is with Miles. We aren't dating." That was true. She had no idea where they stood. And it was highly unlikely that one night of drunkenly professing love and sleeping in the same bed meant they were boyfriend and girlfriend. Miles was super damaged, and so was she. The last thing either of them needed right now was to hop into another relationship. Especially without about two thousand hours of conversation first.
Frankie didn't seem to believe it, though. "I saw you guys while you were sleeping. You looked peaceful and happy."
"I was sleeping!" Lola responded. "That's all." She added, her voice quieting down, suddenly feeling shyer than ever before.
"You still looked happy." Frankie said. "You totally love him, Lola. And I'm fine with that. I've come to terms with the fact that your star-crossed romance is totally meant to be." She spoke dreamily. "And I don't mind it. I think it's... kinda cute, actually. The way you try to deny it. You and Miles both do it. Just admit you're in love with my brother."
Lola hid her face in Miles's blanket, trying to cover the fact that her face was burning with blush. Yeah, sure, she loved him... But telling his sister, Frankie, who was nothing if not persistent and a bit of a loudmouth, that she was in love? Lola wasn't sure if she was ready for that step. Not yet, at least. Not until she figured out if this was even something she could pursue. "Maybe." Lola said sweetly, uncovering her face and taking a bite of her breakfast. "No more talking about it, though. Let's go see if my phone is still alive. I need to see how much Hastygram damage control I have to do."