After a long day of swinging around and managing the safety of Brooklyn, Miles sighed and sat on their apartment's rooftop, waiting for you.
His crush, and maybe, his future girlfriend if he doesn't fuck it up with his lame pick-up lines.
He dangled his feet off of the roof, looking into his phone at the last text he sent you, goofy as ever. 'see you alligator ☆⌒(≧▽° )' Despite how awfully corny he thought it was, and how much he wanted to delete it and write something "cooler" you hearted his message, it put a massive grin on his face.
You were jogging your way up the stairs, breathing slightly heavily. 'What's with all these fucking stairs!?' You groaned and pushed through, reaching the top you cleared your face from any sweat. Correcting your hair from the distress you went through, and barged through the door.
Although he had already heard you troughing through the stairs, his body had jolted when you burst through the door, immediately, he fixed his posture into a "cool" one. He sat his elbow on a nearby air conditioner shuffling his feet to man spread, putting on a wide grin on his face with low eyes staring straight at you.
Suddenly, his smile was trembling and sweat was trickling through his palms- face being hot but his hands were cold? How did that work?
You giggled at how quickly he changed his seating arrangement. "Hey, Miles." Your voice light, walking towards him you stood in front of him. You knew this got him even more nervous as his eyes darted everywhere BUT you, you swore you heard him gulp. "H-Hey- Wassup." He made his voice deeper once he stuttered, only looking at your eyes and looking somewhere else.
That wasn't you.
"Hey, Miles, you alright?" You lifted his chin to look up at you, feeling how hot his face was, you grinned. Looking straight into his brown eyes, worry and playfulness takes over your mood. He looks into your e/c-hued eyes.
His eyes shifted from your lips, nose, and eyes again... God, he can’t help himself.
“I- uh, I think.” He paused, sighing holding your hand that was holding his chin up, bringing it down. “Don’t think too much, Miles. Your brain can’t handle too much.” You sounded genuine, even though a joke, you brought your hand to his soft cheek, stroking it. “Talk to me, Miles.”
“I don’t think I can bring myself to speak it.” He voiced, looking away once again. His “cool” posture had already faltered, one of his sweaty palms resting in his lap, leg bouncing.
Your heart skipped a beat as it started to quicken as your hand slipped slowly. You sat next to him on the rocky edge of the rooftop, the sun bouncing off Miles’s skin. You stared at him, wondering what he was thinking.
You can’t read his mind, you want him to speak what he’s thinking.
“Speak what, Miles?” You put a hand on his own, and he realized you had to touch him, and it made him smile and calm down, leg slightly slowing.
He hesitated to say it- squeezing his fists shut. He closed his eyes before blurting out-
“I’veHadThisBigCrushOnYouSinceIMovedIn.” He quickly revealed his love to you, his face was distorted in a way that anxiously awaited your answer.
Your face was hot, your mouth rudely being separated onto the floor. You closed it, still paused before you started bursting out laughing out of embarrassment and happiness.
You tackled him onto the floor with a yelp escaping his mouth, instantly holding onto your body tightly. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your body caging him between you and the floor. As long as your laugh was, he joined in, wiping your tears away, the laughing died down as you sat upon his lap.
“You are so pathetic, y’know that?” Your eyes were slightly damp, letting out a few giggles here and there.
“I guess I am.” Miles shrugged you off, sitting up and resting against the rocky wall behind him- finally looking into your eyes for more than 2 seconds.
Your eyes on him were hypnotic- he couldn’t stop staring. Yeah, your hair wasn’t flowing in the wind like a white girl’s but he didn’t care.
You stared back at him, taking the moment to analyze his features. His smile was small, but his dimples still shown. His stupid lover boy eyes looking at you like the moon, admiring you. “God, Miles, I can’t think straight with you looking at me like this.” You covered your face with your hands, giggling.
He rolled his eyes, holding your hands in his as he slowly took them away. His smile was as sweet as pie, dimples shining brightly as so did his skin in the sunset light.
“Ohmygod- Please don’t smile at me like that.” You shied away.
“Why?” His eyebrow raised, still looking into your eyes.
“Because It’s making me want to kiss you, amorcito.” Your face rose with red, darting your eyes to his lips but always back to his eyes. His lips parted for a second, putting them back together and growing into a smile.
“What’s stopping you?” Miles placed his hand on your cheek, slowly closing the space between your lips his eyes fluttering shut- cloud nine was insured.
To a surprise, his lips were softer than expected. You sighed into the kiss, holding his hand and connecting your fingers together- it seemed like he was going to kiss you until you both had no breath yet. You didn’t mind of course, but something sticky on your wrist had distracted you. As badly you didn’t wanna stop- you had to see.
Miles was confused and in a daze, still surprised he was kissing his fucking crush.
You slowly pulled away, looking down at your wrist, smirking up at him.
“I guess you really don’t want me to leave, huh?” You lifted your wrist up, which raised his own. He had slowly looked toward at what you were hinting at. His eyes widened immensely, trying to pull it away but failing. He played it off with a nervous laugh, scoffing.
“Hehe, Woops?” Miles had shrugged, anxiety pooling in his body.
“Be glad I’m in love with you.”