A Guy Like That Could Never Like Me (But What if He Does?)

After hearing Ganke’s little story, Miles felt both relieved and mortified. Relieved cause duh, Hobie doesn’t hate him and all; but mortified cause he full on snapped on the boy and how is he supposed to recover from that-

Anyways- that’s why when he got a text from the boy 2 days later, he didn’t know what to think. He wants to talk to him again, god knows that, but he doesn’t want the talking to be actually… talking. He definitely has his own questions he wants to ask sure, but answering the punk’s is what he’s worried about.

He’ll probably ask things like why he got so worked up, and then Miles will have to answer with his stupid insecurities. Which will then be the boys last straw and he’ll get mad and say he really hates him now or something like that. And he’s not crazy for wanting to avoid that, right?

Well either way, he’s currently grabbing his headphones and any other last things so, any second thoughts will have to be drowned out by his music as he keeps it pushing. He has a “date” to meet. Date as in an emotional driven conversation that will either be a free therapy session or free trauma that will have to be talked about with his future therapist by the way, he doesn’t know if that was clear.

No matter which option is it though, he’ll stay detached throughout it. He can’t be going around crying, he’s still embarrassed Ganke saw him like that. Imagine if anyone else, especially Hobie, saw him in tears, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. Except for maybe jump off a roof or two.

Leaving his dorm room with the little strength he’s mustered up, he started to walk towards the park- where Hobie suggested they meet up- with one of the most relatively good-feel songs on his playlist blasting in his ears. 

He’ll be fine.

…

Probably.