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”It started with a mere hello.”
At least that’s what Miles thought back then, ‘cause it really didn’t start with a hello.
It started with a few shy “hey” moments, and then a fall. That’s when he and Ganke realized that they were both the most dorkiest teens in Visions history. At least they’re done with middle school—and high school.
Miles stared out of the window, totally lost in his own past thoughts. The day has been a bit stressful (moving out of the house is a big step in life, as his dad put it.)
It was weird seeing an empty room, though. Understandably, he knew why it was empty in the first place—except for the bed, of course.
”Hey, Miles,” Jefferson said, still keeping his eyes on the road. “Do you think that your room would be good for the baby?”
”I have no idea. I did leave some stuff behind for them, though. Remember that old Spider-Man poster? I left that behind, and some of my old action figures.”
“Didn’t you leave behind some of your old dresses, too?”
”Yep, but I donated half of ‘em.”
“Even the frilly one?,” Rio asked. “You always liked that one.”
Okay, he liked that one, too. But, he wanted to donate it anyway. “Yep. . .even that one. I did leave some of my suits too, if it’s a boy.”
“We could’ve bought new stuff, Miles. But that is a nice thing to do. Y’know, when you were a kid, you always asked for that specific type of dress—Rio wanted me to get it for you.”
”And you gave me it on my fourth birthday, so. . .besides, the frills ended up drivin’ me nuts later on.”
“But you still liked it.”
Miles smiled a little at that, glancing to his parents for a moment before looking out the window again. He definitely remembers all of those outfits—even the dress.
“Is that boy you dated going to the same college?,” his dad asked, and that kind’ve threw Miles off guard for a second.
“I. . .don’t know. After the graduation, he told me that he didn’t really decide on where he was going. He did say that some high-ranked schools gave him letters, though.”
“Huh. So, it’s like middle school all over again?”
“. . .Yeah. Why’re you asking?”
”Oh, Jeff’s just wondering, mijo.”
They know something, but Miles doesn’t. Welp, this was gonna be weird.
The drive to the college was pretty long, being that it was somewhere else in New York—Manhattan specifically. Although it only takes 30 minutes to get there, all the traffic made it even longer to get to. If Miles was in his suit, he’d probably arrive earlier than this!
The car pulled up the school, and Miles got out way more slowly than his parents. Taking out the suitcase and some of the boxes, he made his way up the stairs, with his mom and dad walking behind with a few boxes in tow.
Miles only looked back once, and they were both grinning, which made him a bit anxious about what the hell was going on. They weren’t telling him anything—what was he supposed to do?!
Finding the room, Miles (surprisingly) opened the door—noticing that, although it did look good—it only had one bed. That stumped Miles for a good minute.
“. . .Mom. Dad.”
“Yes?,” they both said in unison.
”. . .Why is there only one bed? I mean, the room looks nice, but there’s only one. Why?”
“You’ll know in the meantime,” Rio said, placing the boxes down before walking to her son. “Have fun with your roommate, sweetie. And remember: our family doesn’t run from things, Miles.”
“Thank you, mama.”
”There’s only one bed for a reason, Miles,” Jefferson said, also placing the boxes he held down. “We’re gonna miss you, y’know—that spark you’re gonna use is your own. Remember that.”
“Thanks, dad.”
Miles finally smiled fully before pulling both his parents into the longest, loving hug that he’s ever pulled them into.
“Aaron would be so proud of you.”
And that sentence almost drove Miles to tears. After a good five minutes or so, he lets go of them, waving as they walked out of the door (without Jeff closing it after).
Taking a deep breath, Miles flopped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling before hearing the door creak open. Maybe it was his parents again, probably to give him something he forgot?
. . .Actually, this voice didn’t sound like his parents, neither did that familiar wave of. . .Korean? That couldn’t be. . .
The door opened, and Miles slowly lifted himself off of the bed. No wonder his parents were grinning.
The person’s face looks up from his phone, and the glasses are easily recognizable on his face. Miles couldn’t say anything, so the person said this:
“. . .Sunflower?”
It only took Miles a second to hug-tackle Ganke to the floor.