Baggy Shirts & Skinny Jeans (Editing- On Hold)

Simba The Lion - [Chapter 11.]

Cheryl's P.O.V

Miles chewed the last of his grilled cheese sandwich. Which may I add, he requested, no forced me to make for him. I didn't argue as I felt like I owed him this much after the accidental injury I gave him.

I didn't feel like eating either. A person tends to loose their appetite after dealing with a freshly open wound. Merely the memory of his blood made me nauseous. Its a miracle how I didn't pass out while cleaning it up.

I remember the last time I fell off of my bike. I was only twelve. Unfortunately, there was broken glass on the road, one jagged piece cut into my thigh. The blood made me so dizzy I felt like I would've fainted on the spot. It wasn't so serious but left a small scar as a reminder.

Wiping his hands on his jeans he started to stand up.

"Where to?" I asked.

"To wash my hands."

I got up to help him but he held up his had, signaling me to stay put. Giving me a look he placed a hand on the sheets and moved forward. I saw the difficulty he was having and instantly felt guilty.

I straightened up again but being the stubborn one Miles said, "Sit down."

I obeyed, sighing and watched intently.

He dragged his leg now. At the edge of the bed he lost the support and balanced himself on his own. Half way through one step, his damaged leg bent under him. Before he met the ground I rushed to my feet and swung his arm around my shoulder. He looked down at me and narrowed his eyes, I rolled my eyes at him. Talk about grumpy.

No words were exchanged as Miles brushed his teeth with the spare toothbrush I provided him. I leaned on the doorframe, twirling a hair with my finger, trying to look distracted.

When it got quiet I looked up and found Miles staring back at me.

"I uh... Could you um..." The agitation was evident on his face, "I need to... Can I have a moment please?"

That's when I realised what he wanted to say.

I awkwardly looked down at my feet but couldn't stop the laughter that came along. Closing the door I took a last glance at Miles and sure enough his cheeks were tinted with a light shade of pink.

I layed on the bed and checked the time. Fifteen minutes to midnight. I wondered when Mom's gonna be back. I'm getting worried about where she disappears for hours.

The movement on the bed made me snap my eyes open. Miles had taken a seat by my side.

"You could have called for me." I mumbled as a yawn followed afterwards.

"I did." He beamed.

"Liar."

"Aren't you hungry?"

He changed the topic.

"No."

"Liar." He tried to mimic me.

Which I have to say he failed horribly at.

I faked a laugh and then glowered at him, earning a smirk from him.

I changed into my pajamas and prepared for bed. Every muscle in my body ached, eyes drooping to the extent that it was almost impossible to keep them open. Reaching the bed I straight away climbed under the covers.

Miles cleared his throat. My eyes snapped open, I totally forgot about him.

"Oh," I sat up again, "You can take the bed, I can sleep on the floor."