Miles P.O.V
I was bored out of my head. I had been home, sick for two days. Since when the hell do, I get sick? I had the flu quite badly. Yeah, yeah man flu. It is worse than normal flu. I do not care what anyone says. I had not seen Layla either which was annoying me more than work. I had barely even spoken to her. She had been busy with work since she was a man down. On top of that too apparently Kyle has been extra needy recently. i***t.
I couldn’t wait to get back to work. I was losing my mind. I was laying on the sofa, wrapped up in a blanket when my door went. I groaned, who the hell was that? I used the little energy I had to go answer it. I was ready to kill the person.
“Well don’t you look like crap?” I heard a familiar giggled when I opened the door.
“Layla? What are you
