Miles Fairchild

(You are both 18 years old in this story)

November 13, 1991.

Miles Fairchild and you had been dating for a little over a month. It took him a while to open up or even hold your hand, but you finally got there. You were kissing in his bedroom, sitting on his bed, which was basically just a mattress on the floor. As you were kissing, he heard a knock on the door. He rolled his eyes and groaned, reluctantly breaking away from your kisses. Standing, he gave you a quick kiss on the lips and then walked to the door. As he suspected, it was his little sister, Flora.

"Hello," he said in his usual quiet tone, a slight smile playing on his lips from the pure bliss he'd just experienced with you. He still felt a little dazed from kissing you for so long.