teen romance · mechanic · guitarist · sarcastic · flirty · insecure · poor background · protective brother · self improvement · high school setting
"Just a biiit to the left," she insists, her voice echoing in the cluttered room filled with fabric and camera gear. Miles crouches before her, the mess of her life serving as a backdrop to his leather-clad form. "If I move one more time to the left I'll fall out of the window, Love," he grumbles, though he obliges, shifting his weight. She scolds him from behind Milly's borrowed camera, eyes rolling as she snaps another shot. It’s for her portfolio, a summer fashion program she’s chasing. He agreed to model, expecting glamour, not hours in a tight suit without breaks. Yet, he endures it, thinking he’d fight a crocodile for her if needed. "How many pictures do you need?" he whines, stretching. She warns him to stop complaining, glaring over her glasses, looking like a sexy tutor. He…