Emma's POV
There was something about having a best friend that made life special for people. I was able to understand the concept of it for a long time, until life helps it change. Rather it helps you, it only tears you apart, but Instead of fighting for it. I ran from it, as fast as I could.

Miles was my best friend, the one that I could go to when things would get tough. We grew up together, he was my Miles, and I was his 'Em.

Once we got into high school, life made us go our separate ways. He became the star quarterback, while I stayed plain old Emma. We had our occasional glances in the hallway, along with a small wave from time to time.

He remained the same.

I never thought that he would change, that was until he met Sarah; Aka, captain of the cheer team. His cheerfulness, along with his dignity, completely vanished. I'm still hopeful that, he's still the same old Miles. At least that's what I'm hoping for.....

My phone rang loudly, scaring me half to death. "Ughhhh...." I groan as I try to answer the now silent phone. I rub my eyes, trying to wake myself up even more. The phone began to ring again, his name appears on the screen. I raise out of bed, "Hello." I answer, clearly getting no response.  Miles tends to party often, after games. After a while, I've become accustomed to him calling me. "Miles, I know this is you. You clearly have the wrong number for a booty call...." I take in a deep breath and look at the time.

"It's two o'clock in the morning, I'm going back to bed." I grumble as I finally hear him answer, "Em.....can you come get me? I can't drive" he manages to slur out. "Wow....you do have common sense after all. Where exactly are you?" He began to whisper to others around him, "Tristan's....." I sigh as I pull on my shirt along with high tops.  "Why doesn't that surprise me?" I mumble as I hang up the phone.

Growing up in a small town, where everyone knows everyone, along with their business. Luckily for me, I have his location on my phone. After the third time of the late night phone call, I shared his location with me.

It helps me find him faster so that I can go back to bed. I arrive as his destination, Aka; Tristan's house. Miles became friends with Tristan, after becoming the quarterback.

As I arrive at the house, I spot miles fighting in the front yard. I put my car in park then rush over to him. "Miles, Stop!" I shout along with pulling him back.

He turns to face me, revealing that beautiful smile. "Em..." he began to say, before the other guy pushes him into me, making me fall to the ground.

Miles looks down at me, then back at the other guy. He takes another swing at miles, which lands on his cheek.
I stand up, Miles turns to look at me. "Car, now!" I shout at him. The other guy looks over at miles and begins to smile. "Awe... Miles, better listen to your whore" he shouts

Miles turns around and faces the other guy, "what did you say?" He demands as he balls his fist up. "I said, you better listen to your whore" the other guy commanded.

Miles takes one last punch at him, knocking him on the ground. He bends down and looks at him. "Don't talk about my Em like that ever" he stands up, then looks at me.
He grabs my hand and pulls me to the car, "What the fuck was that Miles? You better hope he doesn't remember fighting you! He could press charges against you!" I shout, as I open my door and get it.

The car ride was completely silent, he looked out of the window the entire ride. He began to sober up, like most people do after drinking.

We pull into his driveway, I put it in park and look at him. He opens the door, then closes it. He walks over to my side of the car. He taps on the window to cue me to roll it down, "Thanks for picking me up" I let out a sigh, "I don't like this side of you." I say as I look down at my hands.

I hand him the small med kit, "Clean up, before your mom sees you!" He looks down at the med kit and smiles along with a small chuckle as he backs away, "You know you love me..." A small smile grows across my face, "you fucking wish, Miles Lancaster!"  He smiles at me, "Every fucking day of my life, Emma Remington." He winks along with a small wave before making his way into his house.