last paaaaart

kinda short bc i made part 2 so long so

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It took a while for Miles to gather up the courage to call his mom to come and get him. He tried his best to pretend that the date went well, but it had only been one hour since he was dropped off, and he couldn't smile exactly right.

Miles was just so bummed.

He cared about you so much, and things seemed over now. And neither of you wanted things to be over, it just worked out that way.

No, it didn't just work out that way. It was forced to be that way.

Miles didn't understand.

Were you ashamed of him, too? Did you not think he was worth it? Were you too scared that he was ashamed of being the boyfriend of a girl with judgemental parents?

Yeah, probably that last one.

Miles called you. He sent you texts. He contacted you through your school email, he waited for you outside of class. But no matter what he did, you avoided him. He knew you were at school, but you knew his schedule. You knew how to stay away from him.

Outside of the school building on the fourth day of Miles trying, standing on the busy sidewalk, he tried to call once again. "Look," he said, leaving a message. "I think I know why you're avoiding me. You think I'm... ashamed to be with you or something. That it's embarrassing that you have parents like that. But that couldn't be further from the truth.

"Your parents aren't the greatest people, yeah. And they aren't the smoothest at secretly shaming someone at a dinner party, sure. But that doesn't matter. Literally nothing that your parents say about me matters.

"Because nothing - and I seriously mean nothing - could keep me from you. You're the prettiest, funniest, kindest girl I know. And seeing you at that dinner that night... I will never forget that moment or that feeling.

"You're so much more than my girlfriend. You're my very best friend. I just... I'm rambling now. But what I am trying to say is - is that I am not ashamed. I don't blame you. I'm not even mad. I just... I miss you. I miss you so much."

Miles let his tongue swipe over his bottom lip. He sucked in a breath and leaned his back against the outside of the building. He stared at his untied shoes.

"I guess that's all I am going to say," he said. "Just... call me, okay? Call me. I miss you."

He ended the voicemail. He stared at his screen. Inside of him, he had this hope that you would have sent a text while he was calling. But there was nothing more than a text from his mom, asking how his week of school had been.

He sighed deeply.

"Miles..."

He turned, and he saw you.

He was so shocked, and he knew that it showed on his face. He shot up off the wall and bounced lightly on his feet.

"Hey," he said, softly, as if he thought that being too loud would scare you off. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to hear everything that you said," you said. "Did you really mean all of that?"

"Uh, yeah. Absolutely, one hundred percent," he said.

You approached him slowly. "I am sorry," you said. "About everything. My parents, rushing you out, avoiding you..."

"Hey," he said quietly, shaking his head. "You don't have to do that."

"No, Miles, I need to. I-"

He held up a single finger and placed it on your lips. He shook his head again and smiled. "No, you don't."

He dropped his finger and you looked up at him with soft, loving eyes.

"You know when you kissed me?" Miles asked.

You nodded.

"Well, that wasn't really how I wanted our first kiss to go. It's not how I pictured it. So I think we should redo it and start again."

"Okay," you breathed.

Miles smiled, looking over your entire face. Then he stared at your lips, because he thought he remembered that being romantic for whatever reason.

He placed one hand on your waist and the other under your chin. He leaned in, and when his lips touched yours this time, it felt right.

He felt like he was finally getting the first kiss you both deserved. And no, it wasn't the upside down Spider-Man kiss, but there would be plenty more after this one. He could save that one for later. It would still be special.

He pulled back and kissed your forehead. You stared at him, smiling softly. Your hand had gone to the back of his neck during the kiss, and now you were staying there.

"Miles," you said, shaking your head. "Thank you."

"Why are you thanking me?" he asked. "I should be thanking you, ___. You are the best girlfriend that a guy could ever ask for. And more than that, you're my best friend. Your parents can't change that."

You embraced him.

"I really, really care about you, Miles," you said.

He hummed happily. "I care about you, too."

And you were just happy that you chose to not let things get to you so you could come back to him.

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gonna be adding Bible verses to the ends of my imagines now. because really, I'm here to spread the love and mercy of Jesus. I do that through writing clean fiction - and I will do it through sharing His word here, too.