Everything That You've Come To Expect (Milex au)

Chapter 8; Dracula Teeth

{ Alex's POV }

The next few weeks went pretty well.

I was getting better and I had gained some weight back, Miles and I started planning our next tour.

I woke up still completely tired at my desk with a sleeping Miles, his face pressed against the wood of my desk.

I giggled tiredly and got up stretching my arms and yawning.

"Mi..Mi wake up ya git." I said laughing.        

Miles groaned and rolled his head the other way just going back to sleep.

I rolled my eyes. Might as well make breakfast for him.

I stretched out, walking into my kitchen.

I made eggs, toast, bacon and coffee. I placed a good amount on a plate, and grabbed a coffee, carrying it out to Miles.

He looked out cold, so I set the food in front of him, using my hand to waft the scent of food and coffee towards him.

He sniffed and his eyes popped open, hunger obvious in them.

I leant on the desk with a smile as he slid the plate in front of him.

He looked at me, and motioned me to come closer.

Then, he grabbed my head with both his hands, planting a huge, messy, loud kiss on my cheek.

I felt the rouge take it's place on my cheeks.

"Thank you so much Al, 'am starving." He said, taking a bite of eggs.

I went to go get my own and we decided to sit at the couch, enjoying our food.

I turned on the tele watching the screen with mild fascination as I ate my food.

"Miles 'am bored." I whined in his direction. He shrugged.

"Wanna go out to a bar tonight?" he murmured, "or we can go to that carnival in town..."

"Carnival? Here? That's just not normal," I laughed, "there's never been a carnival in this part of town."

"Well it's by the park by your apartment. We should check it out, yeah?" he said, obviously trying to hide his excitement.

"Sure we can go." I said chuckling.

We spent some time at Miles' as he got ready.

He pulled on his black shirt that had white polka dots, and his red skinnies.

This was my favorite outfit of his.

I was laying on his bed and he faced away from me, towards the mirror, buttoning up his shirt, though not all the way.

I couldn't help but stare at his arse.

"Hey, up here, Turner!" Miles called.

I blushed and looked up at his reflection, he was looking at me with a cheeky grin.

He threw on his sunglasses, and sprayed his cologne, which was enchanting to my nose.

We then went to me flat, so that I could get ready.

He leaned back sluggishly on my bed as I did on his, observing me as I looked in the mirror, deciding on what to wear.

I grabbed a nice pair of black jeans pulling them on over my boxer briefs jumping a bit to get them over my bum.

I grabbed a button down white shirt pulling it over my bare arms and buttoning almost every button except for the top three and then I grabbed my signature leather jacket, pulling it on.