𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 | 𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔡

𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 : 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚎

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(!possible tw: body shaming, drugs!)

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She'd closed the door behind the both of us, skipped over to her bed and started bouncing on it.

"So what do you want to play?" I questioned while looking around her room.
She had a tall dollhouse with homemade furniture in it, a rocking horse, stuffed animals, doctor kits, and plenty of fake food laying around.

"Can I ask you a question?"
She'd asked, still bouncing on her bed.

"Of course."

"Do you like my brother?"

I coughed a little bit, trying to think of something to tell her.
"Well you see, I'd like to think Miles has a very complex personality."

Shit. She probably wouldn't know what the heck that means.
Was all I could think. Then again, she seemed smart enough.

The little girl stopped bouncing and got a serious look on her face for a split second.
"Oh! Miles is the best!"

I'd tucked some hair behind my ear before continuing.
"Flora can you keep a secret?"

"To the grave!" She'd exclaimed holding up her pinky. She dropped into a sitting position on her bed and bounced a little from the impact.

I chuckled slightly and continued.
"Okay well.. now that we've actually started hanging out, I don't know if I still feel the same way I did a couple years ago. But I thought I might've had just a bit of a crush on him at some point."

Why had I told her that? All I knew was she better had been serious about that whole 'to the grave' thing.

"I knew it!"

I tilted my head.
"How did you know?"

"You're too nice to stick around my brother! Yeah he's the best, but like you said. Complex. All the girls he brings here are mean. None of them are nice at all. Not only that but none of them want to play with me. Just Miles."

"All the girls. Alright, Flora! Want to play now?"

"Yup!" She'd said, getting off of her bed.

Flora and I played for about thirty five minutes before I heard her stomach grumble.

"I'm hungry!" She pleaded.

"I think I smell something.. let's go check it out!"

Flora got to her feet while I bent down, and she got onto my back. I sped walked out of the room and into the kitchen (with the help of Flora's directions). Once we came to a stop, I got back down so she could climb off. She lifted her legs off of me one at a time, giggling.

Miles made a face at me, I mouthed to him,
"What?"
He shook his head and replied by mouthing "Nothing."

"Soup!" Flora squealed, running over to the old woman from earlier who was now stirring a large pot on the stove.