A/N: I would like to thank Enigmatic-Elysium for the lovely review. I hope this story will suit your needs. Haha!

After our run-in that stormy day, I made sure to greet Miles when coming to class, and he would do the same with a "Hello" or some other variation.

Sometimes Miles would pass me a note in class with a drawing on it and ask me to add on.

Other times he would bring in a bag of candy (ex: gummy worms or jelly beans) and silently pass me a handful of whatever sweets he had.

Nothing beyond that though.

No texts.

No calls.

That was,until a week before finals.

I was in the music room, rehearsing a piano piece for my final presentation when my phone vibrated; it was a text from Miles.

Meet me in front of the library. Very important.

What a cryptic first message.

Before heading across campus, I made sure to clean up the music room since Professor Roskin was kind enough to let me have the room for the morning.

While speed walking towards the library, I pondered what could be so important that Miles had to alert me, a complete stranger.

I found him lying on a bench, listening to his CD player and tapping his foot on the arm rest.

It seemed like he always had some form of technology at hand.

"You're slow, short stack," Miles sat up when he spotted me. "I sent you a text thirty minutes ago."

"I had to do something." I tighten my scarf, wondering how he could stand the cold. "So, what'd you call me out here for?"

Did he need help with homework? Money problems? Filing taxes?

"I'm hungry. Let's go eat."

Or that.

"Are you serious?" I scoffed, crossing my arms. "You called me across campus to eat? Sorry but I need to practice for my presentation next week."

"Yesh. Loosen up, Ms. Uptight. It is just a trip to Burger King, not a journey to Middle Earth."

I pulled his beanie over his face and stomped away.

Food?! He got me all worried over food?! That jerk!

"Alright, alright!" Miles skid in front of me, almost slipping on the ice. "It was a joke, short stack. Take a chill pill and let's go get a whopper. A friend of mine gave me a coupon, but it only works if I buy two meals." He waved the piece of paper in my face. "C'mon, my treat."

I leered at him a while longer before snatching the coupon from his hand.

"Fine. Lead the way, Upshur."

"Damn. You get spicier by the second, short stack. Too much kimchi in your diet?"

"I swear to God, I will punch you in the dick if you don't shut up."

Miles lead me to the West Campus parking lot where his ride was located.

You know, for someone who dressed like a bum, Miles has a really nice car.

"My pride and joy," He stroked the hood of the red 1987 Jeep Wrangler YJ. "It was a graduation present from my parents."

"Mine was an ice cream cone."

"Sucks to be you."

"Just unlock the damn doors already."

The ten minute trip to Burger King threatened to rupture my eardrums.

Guns n' Roses blasted from the speakers and shook the car.

Now I love hard rock as much as the next guy, but I prefer to worship Slash's shredding below the twenty mark.

"And you say your roommate is noisy." I grumbled to myself.

The moment we parked, I threw the door open and tried to cease the ringing in my ears.

"Aren't you a music major?" Miles laughed as he locked the doors. "I thought you'd be used to this."

"We wear ear plugs though! And I'm surprised no one has sued you for noise pollution yet!"

"Can't sue me for blessing their ears with good music." Miles held the entrance open and gave a mock bow. "Shall we?"

Once we had our discount food in hand, the two of us settled in a booth next to the playground.

"Why me?" I asked while nibbling a french fry.

"Mhm?" Miles looked up at me, his mouth stuffed with food. "Whufdufume?"

"Chew then swallow, you slob."

He slurped down some coke and wiped his mouth with the napkin I shoved in his face.

"I said, 'what do you mean?'."

"Well, we barely know each other, and suddenly you invite me to meet you for lunch like old friends. What gives?"

Miles took a noisy slurp from his drink, a bored expression plastered on his face.

"I fail to see the issue here."

"My point is why did you choose some girl you barely know? Why not go with the friend who gave you the coupon?"

"Because we are friends, and I wanted to hang out with you outside the classroom."

"Seriously?" I gaped at him.

I mean, sure I guess I consider him a friend, but he is more of a strong acquaintance than anything else.

"Yeah, why not?" He took another bite of his whopper, that bored look never leaving his face. "We're both freshmen, share the same class, I think you're alright, and you must, at least, find me tolerable since you are still here. So, yeah. Let's be friends."

"And your way of starting a friendship is a trip to Burger King?"

"Would you prefer it if I made bracelets and weaved flower crowns while singing "Wannabe" by The Spice Girls?"

"No." I snorted, trying not to laugh at his example.

The only people I ever talk to are the other music students, and all we talk about are homework and recitals.

I guess it would be alright to add some variety.

"Alright. I guess we can."

"You make it sound like you just sold your soul. Lighten up, short stack. I don't have cooties or anything." Miles said with a 'creepy' voice while waving his arms around like those inflatable noodle men.

I tossed a ketchup packet at his face, trying not to smile at the little dance he just did and failing miserably.

Well, nothing dull can come from hanging with this guy.

That's for sure.