Miles had always been a person who was okay with being alone. Ever since he was a little kid, he didn't really relate to a lot of people. This had lead Miles to learn a lot of talents that he didn't need other people for. Often, he was able to do stuff with his sister and cousin, but a lot of the time, they were interested in doing "girl stuff" (whatever that meant), which left him alone again. Except for one brief stint his first year at camp, Miles had never dated anyone seriously. At this point, he didn't expect much else.
Miles had wanted to join band in 6th but was too afraid to be around so many people, so he had decided to learn to play guitar. Next to photography, it was one of the things that calmed him down the most. Miles was an extremely anxious person, and just playing guitar, and often singing along, really kept him calm.
That's why, on one of the first really warm days that camp had seen that season, Miles was in the strawberry fields with his guitar. The fruit was just starting to be ripe, so he was able to sit in the dirt, eating berries, and strumming other people's songs. Miles had never written a song, at least, not one with words, anyway. He related so much with so many songs though, that he had always dreamed of it.