(MAYA)
"Um, hey Maya...It's Miles...Listen, I don't know if you're awake, but, I...something happened." He tried to make his voice not shake, but it failed. "Um, can I come over to your house or something?" Maya heard Miles speak on the phone.
"Oh, um, sure... I can sneak you in, um, I'll text you my address. Are you okay?" Miles sure didn't sound okay, and Maya was worried.
"I'll let you know when I get there." was all Miles said, and then the phone clicked. Maya bit her lip. It was midnight, and she had passed out waiting for Miles to text her. She quickly saved his number in her phone, and texted him her address. Then, she got up and looked in the mirror. Her hair had gone frizzy, she was still wearing her outfit from their date, and her eye-makeup was smeared.
She hopped out of bed, and picked up her room a little before addressing how gross she looked. She picked up every bra and stained sweatshirt off the floor, and stuffed them in a drawer. She covered up her Harry Styles poster and made sure her room looked decent.
Then, she pulled her frizzy hair up in a top-knot that actually looked pretty decent, and she took a wet washcloth to her face, removing all residue of makeup. She put on the slightest bit of mascara and lipgloss so she wouldn't look too gross, even though the focus wouldn't be on her. And last but not least, she took off the clothes from the day before, and put on her cutest pair of pajamas. A pink t-shirt with a purple treble clef on it, and purple silky shorts. Hopefully Miles believed she looked this cute when she slept.
She heard her phone 'bloop' letting her know that Miles had arrived. She snuck into the kitchen, and opened the back door quietly. Miles was standing there with red eyes and was still wearing his outfit from the date, but it looked more wrinkled and he looked less polished. "Come in," she whispered, and showed him to her room.
"I'm gonna get water for you." She spoke, quietly, and left him in her room, leaving the door cracked.
(MILES)
Miles looked around Maya's room and felt his stress fade a little. It was cute. The walls were a pink-ish white, and she had posters plastered all over the place. From pictures of cello players, to even a poster of Harry Styles that he found under a picture that was obviously placed there to hide it when he was over. It was cute how much Maya seemed to care what Miles thought..
He looked at a few framed pictures on her desk. One of Maya that looked like she was about 5, with strawberries in her hands and some strawberry smeared on her cheeks. One picture was of Maya hugging a slightly taller brunette that Miles guessed was her sister, and one picture of Maya on the back a boy that he didn't recognize, with her lips connected to his cheek. It looked like a recent picture. Was this her ex-boyfriend or something? Miles hoped not, because Maya looked genuinely ecstatic to be with him, and, Miles liked seeing Maya happy, but he wanted her happy with him, not some mystery guy.
(MAYA)
Maya walked in to see Miles looking at a picture of her and Cam. "Oh, um, that's nothing. That's just...nothing." She said, handing Miles a glass of water and taking the picture from his hand. She looked at it for a moment before setting it down, face down.
"So, what happened? You said something happened."
Miles' face seemed to drain of blood as he remembered whatever it was that had happened. "Um, oh, yeah, that."
Maya gave him a concerned look.
"My dad is in the hospital, um, someone stabbed him."
Maya's mouth turned into an 'o'. "What happened?"
"We don't know yet," Miles chewed at his lip, and tasted a bit of blood. "They're investigating it. I just came from the police station."
Thoughts ran through Maya's head. Why was Miles coming from the police station? Its not that she thought Miles had stabbed his dad, but, she didn't know.
"So, um.." Maya spoke nervously. "Who do you think did it?"
Miles shook his head. "I don't know, my dad makes a lot of enemies, but my moneys on my bitch step mom.."
Maya looked at Miles' eyes, and saw sincerity. She believed that Miles didn't do it. At least, she thought she did.
"So...um, how are you feeling about it?" She sat, indian style on her bed, and patted the spot next to her, and Miles took it.
"I don't know. I'm honestly so shaken up at the moment.. I just wish it didn't happen. Because I never got to be cute with you after our date. I didn't get to send a text with "I miss you" or something cheesy in it. I called you in tears, and that's stupid."
Maya put her hand on Miles' shoulder. "It's not stupid. I'm glad you thought of me. And..." Maya pulled out her phone and started typing.
"What are you doing?" Miles wondered out loud.
Maya's thumbs tapped on her screen, then she put her phone down, and waited. Miles' phone buzzed, and he picked it up and smiled. She'd sent a text that said "I miss you, or something stupid. :)".
"You're perfect." Miles whispered, pulling Maya in closer to him, and after a few seconds of looking into each others' eyes, Miles pressed his lips against Maya's.
"Barely." Maya whispered, then reconnected their lips.