Hii guys sorry it took like two days to update. I'll be posting this as a super-long chapter, then I'll add another chapter today. Then I'll add one to Sister, Brother. (If you haven't checked it out, do it!) R&R and if you have story requests hit me with them!

(MAYA)

Maya arrived at Tristan's right on time. She knocked on the door to the Milligan household and Owen answered.

"Tristan, Chicken Cutlet girl is here to see you!" Owen yelled in an annoyed voice. When Tristan failed to reply, Owen twisted his mouth. "Come on in, I guess." He rolled his eyes and let Maya in. Maya looked around, avoiding Owen's glares as she sat down on the couch. "So, why are you here?" Owen remarked. It wasn't even a question...More of awkward small talk.

Owen didn't like Maya since she threw a chicken cutlet at him and embarrassed him in front of a bunch of hockey guys. "Um, Tristan and I are probably just going to go to the mall. I don't know yet." Owen nodded his head, then after a minute of uncomfortable silence, Maya got up and turned to the rude older boy. "I'm gonna go check on Tristan."

Anything to escape this situation. Maya knocked on Tristan's door, and without a thought, opened it up, and found Tristan on his bed, well...he wasn't sitting on the bed. He was sitting on another boy's lap. Fab's lap, to be exact. Tristan shushed Maya, knowing that the girl was about to ask what the heck was happening.

Tristan untangled himself from Fab, and pulled Maya to the other side of the room. "Don't you dare tell Owen! Fab snuck in right after you called," He gestured to the window, then to the guy in the black tank top on Tristan's twin sized bed. "Are you guys gonna..." Maya whispered back, raising her eyebrows and hoping Tristan got the idea. Maya wasn't too keen on saying the word, but...luckily Tristan understood. "You never know," Tristan grinned.

"I thought you weren't into him anymore... After the fashion week thing?" Maya knew Tristan could be a bit desperate, so what Tristan said next didn't surprise her. "I forgave him!" She rolled her eyes ever-so-slightly. "I don't need your judgement, Matlin! Remember, you almost totally hooked up with Henry or whatever his name was!"

Tristan's logic was flawed, but seeing Fab sitting on the bed was making Maya incredibly uncomfortable, and thinking of what Tristan might do was even worse. So, she just ran her fingers through her frizzy hair, and shook her head. "Have fun..?" She said, leaving Tristan and Fab to do what they would do.

Maya left the Milligan household, luckily Owen was in the kitchen, so he just yelled "Have fun" from there, and didn't need to know any details.

Maya walked out, and decided Tristan's hooking up with Fab wasn't gonna stop her from going out. No matter how lonely she looked, she'd just go shopping and to lunch alone. At least she had her phone to chat on.

(MILES)

mmlovesmusic: just walked in on my bff about to hook up with some guy. awkward. as. hell! now going out alone. this day is awkward.

billionarebadboy: wow, sounds fun! lol. i could join u today?...

Miles didn't even think before he made that offer. It could be a big mistake... Or it could be a good thing... Either way, it was up to her, not him now. The ball was in her court. He had finished each and every chore his dad assigned him, and he had a car available for the day. So, it was either go out and meet this mystery girl, or he could go and buy new ties with his dad.

mmlovesmusic: are u serious?

billionarebadboy: maybe. then you could not have to use your guesses, and you could just find out.

mmlovesmusic: omg! i forgot about my guesses!

billionarebadboy: come out with me, and you can just find out!

mmlovesmusic: the dot in...say a half hour? :)

billionarebadboy: it's a date.

Miles had never been nervous for a date before. Usually, he was the opposite. He would be calm and collected. The guy who didn't care. But...now Miles felt the need to comb his hair the way his mom always used to, and put on his nicest shirt. Half an hour until he meets the mystery girl who has been on his mind for about a month... Miles felt like there was a frog in his stomach that just kept leaping and leaping, tying knots with every jump.

After finding his favorite olive green shirt and khaki shorts, Miles was en route to meet this girl. He wondered what she looked like. Whether she was blonde or brunette, or...what if she was one of those girls who dyed her hair purple or blue...Oh, those girls are the worst! What if she's a total freak? What if...What if it's a catfish? A total hoax to make him look stupid? What if it's Chewy? Oh, this is a bad, bad, idea! Miles' brain was on overdrive thinking of every possibility. But...he was out of time. It was time to meet whoever the hell this person was.

Miles stepped out of the black car, and told the driver to go home and that Miles would call when it was time to be picked up. He swallowed his fears, and headed into the buzzing cafe.

The Dot wasn't the type of place Miles was used to. He was used to formal places, with lobster on the menu, and formal attire only allowed. It was actually a nice pace to see a bunch of teenagers sipping on coffee that was definitely not top-grade, biting into donuts or sandwiches or chewing on golden fries. It was nothing special, but it brought a smile to Miles' face.

He sat down, and wondered if the girl was already there. Should he have stood and waited? Wait, how are they supposed to know who the other is? He stood himself up again, and as soon as he stepped from the empty table, a couple stole the table. Oops.

He saw a tall brunette with bad skin sitting by herself. "Um, hey. Is this seat taken?..." The girl gave him a look, and shook her head slightly. "Um, wait...What's your name?" The girl sipped her coffee, then replied, "My name is Laurel." Miles bit his bottom lip. "I think I'm at the wrong table, sorry." He got up, and went to turn around when he collided with a short blonde girl...

Oooh, who could he possibly be bumping into? :)