EIDOLON.
noun. literary.
1. an idealized person or thing.
2. a spectre or phantom.
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❝well, why didn't you tell me?❞
❝really,❞ miles rolled his eyes before replying in a sarcastic tone, ❝i'm miles! i'm dead! wanna hook up?❞
❝okay, fair...
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miles and y/n were sitting on her bed with her head in his lap when she darted her head up suddenly,
"hey, miles!" she spoke exitedly.
"mhm?"
"do you have instagram?"
"what?"
"instagram."
"amsterdam? the place with the mu - "
"no," she shook her head, "in.st.a.gram."
miles frowned. "ok, i'll take that as a 'no'. do you have a phone?"
miles grinned, nodding, hauled her up.
"where are you going?"
he didn't reply, she'd learn soon enough.
"yeah, i have a phone! it's not mine, but i have one."
he pointed to the phone on the wall.
y/n frowned before laughing.
"don't be stupid!" she crowed, lightly hitting his arm. "dick."
miles frowned. "what do you mean?" now both of them were confused.
y/n was intelligent.
"wait," she paused. "you mean," her eyebrows furrowed, "you don't have a phone? you don't know what a phone is? you're messing with me, right? right? i did not just make out with a boy who doesn't know what a phone is, did i - ?"
"why would i mess with you? i know what a phone is. i don't know why you're freaking out."
"you really don't know what this is, miles?"
she held her samsung out for him to see.
he stared at the blackness.
"soap?"
"oh, my god. jesus. oh my god."
"it's soap, right? question: why do you keep soap in your pocket?"
