Back to Back Pt. 04

Artie
Serene. Tranquil. That was how I felt waking up those first few days with Miles next to me. That was not how I woke up Monday. I was ripped out of sleep by that horrible fricking panic alarm sound that comes with the iPhone. That ringtone should be outlawed. I threw my only good pillow at the bottom bunk, hopefully onto Miles' face. My back ached from the piece of crap dorm mattress and I felt like I had only been sleeping for an hour. The disquietude of that morning was an omen for how the rest of my week would go. In the moments when I would usually give myself a break to recharge Miles would tow me with him to x and y thing. The whole time I felt like I was being dragged along by my pigtails, and I don't even have pigtails.
First, it was the Club Fair on Monday. I had just finished my third class of the day and my brain was fried from paying close attention as my professors droned on and on for fifty minutes a piece about their syllabi. I needed to lie down in silence. Instead, as soon as Miles got home from class he grabbed my feet and yanked my legs off of his bed.
"C'mon, Club Fair." He stated simply, as if that was a valid reason to disturb my catnap.
"Please, God. Anything but the Club Fair." I pleaded to the bottom of my bunk.
"Stop being so dramatic. You don't do shit around campus, let's get involved." He started pulling on my legs again trying to get me off the bed, and I held on to the frame for dear life.
"First of all, rude. Second of all, 'Let's get involved!'. Okay, Rosie the Riveter." Miles had been pulling my legs intermittently, so hard my body was lifting off of the bed.

"First of all, shut the hell up, smartass. Second of all, I'm trying to do what's best for you. I'm sure they have a D