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Text to: Katie

Miles: ;) Like what you see?

Katie: Of course I do, Miles.

Miles: -another photo, of just the tip- Good.

Text to: Katie

Miles: -photo of his erection in his jeans-

Katie: Oh...my god.

Miles: ;) Like what you see?

Text to: Katie

Miles: -photo of his erection in his jeans-

Across the Universe ϟ Matlingsworth

Maya: looked over Miles' attire, grinning slightly to herself at his choice of clothing. He looked good; although, he always did. Unlike herself, who didn't bother to get dressed unless she was leaving the house. Once the boy acknowledged her, she couldn't help but smile even bigger. She watched as he observed her, feeling a little self-conscious as his eyes scanned over her body. Did he find her as attractive as she found him? It was doubtful, and she wouldn't believe it even if he complimented her look. Maya nodded her head as he explained his golf cart, the small smile never leaving her lips. She rocked back and forth nervously on her heels as Miles walked to her side, pondering on what he was doing. Once he gave her permission to get into the cart, being a total gentleman as well, she couldn't help but giggle lightly. The girl's face flushed a light tint of red as she nodded her head. She wanted to speak and thank him for being so kind, but her throat was dry due to the nerves, and she couldn't find any words leaving her lips. The blonde got into the cart, sitting on the opposite side of Miles, crossing on leg over the other. Maya couldn't help but go over her feelings for the boy in her head. She hadn't felt this way since.. She quickly stopped herself before she found her mind being consumed by the unspeakable. It wasn't fair for Miles if she constantly compared him to Cam, and she wanted to give him his own chance to 'wow' her. The girl glanced over at the boy beside her, giving him another brittle smile. "You know how to drive this thing, right?" Maya couldn't help but ask with an anxious laugh. She hoped that this wasn't his first time, considering she wasn't ready to die just yet.

Miles: smiled softly towards her, swinging the cart's keys around his index finger. "You look gorgeous, May." He complimented, walking around to the driver side once she was situated. Sliding the key into the ignition, he turned it clockwise and let the gas engine rev up beneath them. "Oh, yeah, for sure. I've only been in like... five accidents in this thing before." Miles teased, winking in her direction before checking out behind his shoulders to make sure there was no one in his way before he backed out of the covered entrance to the main building of the country club. "I'm kidding, by the way." He added, looking back in front of him. "Yes, I know how to drive it. I have since I was a kid." He explained, reaching over to grab her hand with his as he began driving with just one hand on the steering wheel. "I hope you didn't come here with the intention to actually play golf.. because I find it bloody boring and would much prefer hanging out with you somewhere on the course." He explained, driving off towards the middle of the green going about 15 MPH. "Also, I hope you don't mind going a bit faster once we're out of sight.. These poor carts never get used to their full potential with old geysers driving them." Chuckling, he carefully steered the cart off the dirt path onto one made of small stones and asphalt, driving them towards a more secluded pitching green that was often missed because it was the smaller one of the two the club offered. "So.. how have you been?" He asked, turning his attention to her as he continued driving down the course, hoping everything would be in his favour as the night went on.

Text to: Katie

Miles: Did you have fun the other night?

Katie: I did...so thank you for that.

Miles: No need to thank me. I had fun, too. ;)

Text to: Katie

Miles: Matlin.

Katie: Hollingsworth.

Miles: Did you have fun the other night?

Text to: Katie

Miles: Matlin.

Across the Universe ϟ Matlingsworth

Maya: stared at her reflection in the mirror, not being able to look away. What should she wear on this date? She hadn't been out on one for months, and it had only ever been with one guy in her entire life. She bit down on her lower lip at that thought, quickly shaking it away. She turned around on her heel, glancing at the clothes that had been carelessly thrown about her room. She really wished Tori hadn't gone off and moved away, or else she'd call her up and ask for advice on the matter. Maya ran a hand through her stubborn locks, sighing underneath her breath. She wanted to impress Miles, because she was almost certain that he could have any girl he wanted. It had surprised her that he admitted his feelings first; it was something she hadn't expected at all. Maya picked up a short, white skirt off of the carpet on her bedroom floor, holding it up to the lower half of her body before facing the glass again. She smiled at the sight, knowing that she was going with this. Quickly finding a matching tank top, due to the fact it was still fairly warm out for the Toronto weather, she changed into her newly found outfit. She exited her room and happily bounced down the stairs, pulling out her cell phone once she was outside. She called a taxi to take her to Miles' house, considering she doubted that her father actually would. Once her ride had arrived, she hopped inside, giving the driver the boy's address. It only took about five minutes to actually get there, since traffic was decent for a larger city. Maya paid the driver before getting out of the backseat, and then walking into the huge house that was now in front of her. She looked around, taking a few more minutes to find the golf course. Which was, just like Miles had said, near the front entrance. Maya continued to search for the boy, hoping she'd find him shortly. Eventually, she spotted his presence near, what she assumed to be, his golf cart. The girl hurried over to him, a huge grin plastered on her face. "Miles! Hey!" She greeted excitedly, letting her eyes wander to the cart in front of her. "This is yours, right?" She asked, bringing her attention back to the other teen.

Miles: ran his eyes over his lower half, his bottom lip folding inside his teeth as he thought about what to wear. He had enough pairs of golf slacks to clothe a small village, but he wasn't sure which ones would go best with the light blue polo he had clad over his torso. It was still quite hot, seeing as how it was only early July, so he decided on a pair of beige slim slacks, that hugged his hips and calves slightly. Since his father wasn't home, he didn't bother asking permission or getting their driver to take him to the course, instead he opted to take one of his father's cars. Although he only had his learners permit, he knew what he was doing and had been driving for over half a year and didn't think it was a big deal. Besides, if he got caught, he was sure his dad would bail him out with no problem. Tucking the corners of his shirts into his pants, he adjusted his belt and slid out of his room, jogging down the stairs and heading towards the front lobby. "Going somewhere, sir?" Their butler inquired, his brows raised and knitted towards the center of his face. "Just out to meet a friend. I'll be home later.. so let dad know if he comes back and I'm not home." Nodding without saying much else, Allister smiles towards Miles as he laced up his shoes and left out the front door. The slender boy walked over towards the multiple car garage, keying in the code and walking under the large door towards one of the cars that he knew would have the keys inside of them. His dad had this weird thing where to avoid losing his keys, he'd keep them in the ignition. Miles supposed the security on the property was high enough they didn't have to worry about being robbed. Upon reaching the Audi, he popped in the driver side and slid himself into the shiny leather seat, pushing the 'start' button on the car and switching the car's gear into 'Drive'. The route to the country club only took about twelve minutes, but Miles knew a more direct way and made it in only about ten. He didn't want to be late for his date with Maya, he wanted to make a good impression. Once he pulled into the valet service line at the country club, he switched the gear change into 'Park' and slid out, tossing the keys to Micheal, the man working the valet. Walking over to the sliding glass doors of the country club to wait for Maya, he turned around suddenly as he heard her familiar voice racing through his head. As requested, his cart was brought to the front of the club for him to get in without much fuss, and he smiled when she questioned him about it. "Maya." He greeted with a smile, his eyes running up and down her frame, wandering from her hips to her chest, and finally up to her face. "That she is. Micheal brought it down because I called just after we talked so it'd be all ready." Miles informed her, walking to her side of the cart and motioned in for her to sit down. "After you." He insisted, smirking in her direction.

Would you prefer shit, cunt, cock, wanker? Take your pick.

Well that's a fucking waste of time. Why would you do something if you don't get anything in return?

You sure do have a very colourful vocabulary, don’t you? 

Um, again with the language, hey? I’d really appreciate if you found other words to use that aren’t those. I don’t have anyone to impress, silly! I just like helping and such.

what's the worst thing you've ever done?

I burned down my old school's sports shed and got expelled. Good times.

Right. Chewy's not my type, plus I've seen him changing before and his dick is tiny. Yeah... It was easier to put up with her before I met people who were actually decent for a change. Plus she doesn't give me head as often so that makes it even harder to be around her...

Oh, yeah... speaking of Maya, how is she?

Hey bitches.

"Straight as an arrow", says the guy who probably hooks up with Chewy behind Zoe’s back. Don’t worry, I’ll keep your little secret. All joking aside, though, I don’t blame you for finding her strange; she isn’t exactly the girl she wants people to think she is. I can’t believe I almostditched my best friend for her.

...Don't take this as more than a friendly conversation, Tris. Although I know you wish it was something more, unfortunately, I'm straight as an arrow. Uh, yeah, we're still dating.. but she's been acting weird lately.

Hey bitches.

Hmmm, tempting offer. As if I’m just going to fall for your flirty words and charm; don’t you have a girlfriend…? Zoe…?

Come over whenever you're ready. I'll be at the course waiting near the front entrance. Here's the address: -address that's a real place ok-

I’m totallydown. That sounds perfect. What time do you want me there?