hanging by a moment (myles)

[MILAN NICOLE PRESCOTT]

Being nervous didn’t begin to describe how Milan was feeling when she walked into the ballroom that Friday night, fashionably late. Actually, Mil had been ready almost two hours ago, but she purposely waited to come here because she didn’t want to be super early to this event. Who wanted to? Her and Bee had gotten ready together after she stopped by at Bee’s house. Bee had asked her to immediately come to her house when she got back from Greece, so she had done so. Something had been up, but she hoped it was a little better for her friend now. Things always work out in the end, even if it takes a long time, but this time Mil would be by her side whenever needed. Milan looked around to see some people she knew, but nobody she really wanted to talk to at the moment. She had come to the ball dateless, but that was completely fine by her. She wasn’t really into the mood for having a date after what all had happened the past week.

Even though she kept admitting to herself that she was fine with this set up, her eyes couldn’t help but scan the room for a certain someone. Myles Hampton. Milan was pretty sure she had screwed up everything she had with him and didn’t blame him if he completely hated her for what she had done. Milan would’ve hated herself too, but she had to talk to him. She had to apologize, and she wanted to know if they could at least be friends. He definitely deserved somebody else, though Bee kept telling her that everybody screws up at least once so it was ok. It wasn’t going to be ok if she lost a friend in this.

After awhile of standing against a wall, looking around the room, Milan thought that she spotted Myles, and her heart had leaped a little. He had come to this ball after all. Another thought popped in her head, and mil scolded herself for being an idiot. She had kept asking Bee how Myles was doing, though Bee had been quite vague about her answers. Good had been the answers, but Mil should’ve asked her if he was taking somebody to the ball, not how he was doing and that sort of stuff. What if he had a date and couldn’t really talk because of her? Then she would have to wait for another time to talk to him, whenever that would be. Milan made her way toward him, not knowing if she had been spotted by him yet. Just as she walked to him, another new number came on, and she took a deep breath. It was now or never to get this over with, and she choose now. ” Hi,” Milan began speaking to him, a bit shyly and unsure of herself. ” Care to have this dance with me and maybe talk? If you don’t completely hate me.” The more she talked, the more nervous Milan got. It wasn’t too late to leave now, so she turned slightly sideway. ”Or if you prefer, I can just leave, and we can pretend like this didn’t happen.” Just stop talking, Mil ordered herself, half waiting for his reply.

notes: ew... its not that great, sorry I have an awful headache today
tagged: myles
outfit: right here

[MYLES ADAM HAMPTON]

NO I CAN'T LET GO OF YOU,
YOU'RE HOLDING ME BACK WITHOUT EVEN TRYING TO

as he went through the familiar motions of tying his bow-tie, myles couldn't ignore the butterflies that had suddenly appeared in his stomach. he tried to brush them off, to ignore them. but he couldn't. and why was he getting all nervous? he had done these charity ball things before. he knew what to expect: a bunch of drunk rich people, dresses that cost more than his tuition, a full band, and a lot of dancing. and good food. couldn't forget that part. and it wasn't as though he wasn't ready for it. he was dressed in the prada tuxedo bee had convinced him he just had to buy. it had been rather pricey, but myles needed a new tux, knowing that his old one was at his ex's house, back in scotland. he felt a pang in his heart at the thought of her. the two had been such great friends, even so that when they fell out of love, they became even better friends and he talked to her practically every night. he just knew tonight would go so much better if he had her at his side to help him out tonight.

and hour later, he and his date, alexandra, or alex, were at the ball. alex was one of the twins myles had met that night he had drunken himself into oblivion after his world had come crashing down. after hearing that his bitch of an aunt wasn't letting charlie come to new york, after hearing that milan had slept with someone else, and after hearing a news report in memory of nine eleven. all of that together had pushed him back into his old habits. he couldn't help it, he felt like he had lost everything: charlie, milan, his parents. he knew he still had charlie, he always would. and his parents, well their status hadn't changed. milan was the only one left in limbo. after waking up in their apartment the next day, myles had spilled the whole story to them so they knew it all, or most of it. which was probably why alex squeezed his arm and told him it was all going to be okay when she caught him looking so worried as they entered the ball. despite his best efforts, his ocean blue eyes searched for milan, but didn't find her. he was able to relax, with the help of alex and a few drinks, and was now enjoying the night.

it made part of him wonder what would have happened if he had grown up in this world, this world of privileged people and fancy dinners. as he considered it, he thought he would have liked it. he had taken ballroom dancing classes with one of his best girl friends back in scotland because she had somehow weaseled him into it, promising it would come in handy one day. and today it did, as he was able to deftly whirl alex around the floor, able to guide her through all the intricate steps of each dance. they took a break though, and were standing chatting with a few friends when myles saw milan. he tried to pull is attention back to the conversation but found it difficult. he saw her coming over though and his heart wrenched, his mind focusing on her and nothing else. he had enough decency to excuse himself from the group, alex giving him an encouraging smile and squeeze as he left them and met milan a little ways away from where he had been before. she looked gorgeous, but he tried to ignore it. she spoke and his words came back sharply,

only if i'm not cutting in.

realizing how his words came off, myles softened, his hand taking milan's as he led her to the dance floor. once there he placed his other hand on the small of her back, easily falling into the rhythm of the dance before bringing his eyes to meet hers. he then said,

i'm sorry, i didn't mean for it to come out like that.

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tagged! milan/cola!
status! finished
lyrics! can't let go , landon pigg
notes! awww i hope you feel better dear!

[MILAN NICOLE PRESCOTT]

The bright side of this was that Myles had walked over to her too, and talked to her. But the bad thing was that had been a little sharp with his answer. Milan swallowed a bit nervously as she went to answer him. " No, you aren't cutting in.. I came by myself," she answered, hoping to assure him. Milan relaxed a little when myles seemed to have softened right after he answered. she hoped things would go better than she anticipated and things really would be all right between them.

Milan had been in this world all her life so she knew what to expect from this type of thing. But never before had she never had a date. Her mother usually wanted her to have a date, and in the past it was always Ryan no matter what guy her mother tried choosing for her. This time it was different, but she didn't really mind. Having a date seemed like it defined who you were when you were the only one that should be used to define you. It was a little refreshing for a change.

Milan followed Myles out to the dance floor, and she left one hand in his while she leaned in close to him to rest her head on his shoulder while they moved in time to the music. He apologized, but milan shook her head gently. " No, I deserved that and worse than that. you shouldn't really be nice to me even now. I'd hate me now if I were you."

Mil sighed as she pulled away a little to look up at him. "I'm sorry... I'm really sorry. You didn't deserve that. You are a really great guy, any girl would be lucky to have you, I know I would've felt lucky."

notes: slightly better, both on post and headache, no headache today.
tagged: myles
outfit: right here

[MYLES ADAM HAMPTON]

NO I CAN'T LET GO OF YOU,
YOU'RE HOLDING ME BACK WITHOUT EVEN TRYING TO

his ocean blue eyes fell on her pretty face and saw her reaction to his harsh words. he had not quite intended for them to come out that way. alright, maybe a part of him wanted them to. wanted them to cut her to the quick, to let her feel even a tiny bit of the pain he had felt upon hearing that he had missed his chance and she had run off with some other guy. just tossed him aside, as if whatever was between them was nothing. and sure, maybe myles hadn't rushed to define exactly what there relationship was. but he really hadn't intended feeling so strongly for milan. that first night at his apartment, that had just been a night of fun, facilitated by alcohol and myles' goofy demeanor. he had hoped that he could be good for milan, that maybe he could loosen up the girl that seemed wound so tight. turns out he had, but all too much.

out on the dance floor, she folded into him so easily, as if their bodies were meant to be in that position, her delicate body pressed to his hard one, her head relaxed gently against his shoulder, her hand in his. it all felt so right, but that thought just sent another bolt of pain through his heart as it made him wonder how many other guys had thought that, had felt that. when she spoke, he could feel her voice vibrating into his shoulder, and what should have felt weird instead felt comforting. it was assuring to know that she was still so close, she hadn't slipped from his grasp this time. he shook his head at her words and said in a slow, quiet voice,

i don't hate you.

he felt her pull away slightly and his chest caught, was he losing her already? but then she stopped, her big brown eyes gazing up at him, the sight of her face almost drawing a smile to his lips. instead he sighed upon hearing her words, his body still following the appropriate steps to the music as he said,

you're right. i didn't deserve that. at all. there i was, all excited about you, about the potential for us. and then bam, out of nowhere, you're with someone else. no warning. no reason. no nothing. you were just gone. and honestly, if you like this other guy better, then fine. i suppose i can't change that and i can't be mad at you for that. but really milan? you couldn't have just told me?

after he spoke his eyes misted over with emotion, and he had to shake his head slightly once more to discourage all the feelings he had done such a good job of repressing from coming back.


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tagged! milan/cola!
status! finished
lyrics! can't let go , landon pigg
notes! sad, but still kinda cute

[MILAN NICOLE PRESCOTT]

At first milan thought that he wasn't going to answer her at all, but she still stayed there, dancing with him slowly. Her heart leaped when he said that he didn't hate her after what she did. But she couldn't really get excited quite yet. There was still more for him to say. They continued dancing while they exchanged words and mil thought that it was nice being this close to him. He wasn’t a foot stomper at least, compared to some guys she had danced with in the past. Milan closed her eyes and let herself remember the first night that the two had actually met. Milan had loosened up around him quickly and immediately liked him more in person. Her heart pained at the thought of what she did to him. The guilt only grew when he started talking about them and how excited he had been. Mil had been excited too, he was the sort of guy she wanted to go out with. She couldn’t really expain how the thing between her and landon happened. Milan opened her eyes and looked up again.

” I tried talking to you,” she began to speak softly again. ” I tried talking to you before I left.. I kept calling you but your phone would be off, and then I even waited for you that Monday… I have no idea now what I would’ve said, but I would’ve when I saw you. I didn’t want to leave really without talking to you. Harry hated Bee for doing that to him this summer and I didn’t want you to hate me for that either. And I don’t like him better… he’s my ex.” Milan let out a sigh, knowing that that wouldn’t have made any sense to myles at all. It didn’t make much sense to her at the moment.

” So what do we do?” Milan implored, unsure of what to really say. There was no we really officially, and she thought that she definitely didn’t deserve a second chance when some other girl could have him.

notes: not the way that I was wanting it to go…
tagged: myles
outfit: right here

[MYLES ADAM HAMPTON]

NO I CAN'T LET GO OF YOU,
YOU'RE HOLDING ME BACK WITHOUT EVEN TRYING TO

the music that the live band was producing sounded a little too cheerful to accompany the conversation that myles and milan were having at that moment. still, it was more of a distant thought in the back of his mind. what was more prevalent now was what was going on with him and milan. he was just so unsure of what she wanted from him. he had hoped, once upon a time, that she wanted a relationship. he had woken up that morning after the first time they had slept together, and with his strong arms wrapped around her delicate body, it had just felt so right. so comfortable. sort of the way it had felt with fiona. it wasn't exactly the same sensation, but it was the same sort of feeling. like he could wake up that every morning and be happy. milan was smart, sweet and sexy. a perfect, but apparently lethal, combination. he should have known better, he should have known that after dating a girl as fantastic as fiona for two years, there was no way he was going to land a girl as amazing as she was just a few months after they broke up. and yet, he had thought when milan came along, he might do just that. turns out he was wrong.

he kept silent and listened to her words. those last ones stung more than anything and myles had to clench his jaw to hold himself back a little. after a moment's pause to pull together what he wanted to say, he spoke, his voice firmer and stronger than usual, with that ever prevalent scottish accent.

don't say you don't like him better. you must have, at least somewhat. because there was a moment when you had to think if it was worth it to sleep with him, even though you knew how'd i feel. and obviously it was.

he pursed his lips in anger momentarily, it hurt him to think about this, let alone say anything about it. he turned his head slightly and caught sight of silver, in her sparkling dress that refracted the light so perfectly. the sight of her was enough to calm him down slightly, to allow him to try and think a little more rationally. her next words though, he didn't have a response for. he let the question hang in the air for a while before he shrugged lightly and said,

so now we...i'm not sure. i honestly don't know what you want from me. i thought i did, but that was apparently wrong.



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tagged! milan/cola!
status! finished
lyrics! can't let go , landon pigg
notes! mylie's rather upset