more than you know • mileven

thirteen.

"hey!" mike shouts into the phone, "you little shit, you better post that tiktok before i come over and grab your phone and post it myself."

el hums and rolls over on her bed, "you don't even know my password!" she sings and pulls storm closer to kiss her head.

"yeah? wanna bet on that?" he asks as she nods, though he couldn't see her, "yes."

"alright, if i can unlock your phone within two tries, you're going to my game tomorrow night which is at a bigger gym since it is a very very important game and if you win... well, what do you want?" he asks her as she thinks deeply.

"i want... i don't want anything. i don't need anything." she plays with her sheets, "anyways, you're not gonna win."

"oh, yes i am." he grumbles, "i'll fucking prove it." he then hangs up and she goes to pull the phone away from her ear with furrowed brows.

"well you're weird. you definitely proved that well, michael." she mumbles to her own phone and then lays down on her back as storm crawls onto her.

"baby love, what is wrong with me?" el holds her up as storm tilts her head.

"this is not going to end well, let me tell you." el says, "but storm storm, i gained 2 pounds. are you proud of me, baby!?" she pulls her close to kiss all over storm's face.

"i'm not very proud but you should. anddddd i haven't had much triggers lately.. probably because i run away whenever i see someone that is not mike or max... or dustin. dustin is so nice to me in class. lucas is as well, he draws funny stuff and gives it to me to make me laugh. will talks to me and he's the best." el says to storm like she could respond to her.

"and i haven't cut myself in two days, baby. are you proud of mommy?" she holds storm up in the air, "are you?" she laughs and pulls storm closer before rolling around on her bed.

"well i may or may not have may a teeny tiny cut last night but storm storm, that does not count. it was tiny, it only bleed a little." el says and points a finger at her which storm tries to bite.

"nu-uh, no no." el laughs and goes to pet her as storm jumps around on the bed happily.

"yes! mommy is getting better!" el smiles happily as storm lays down on her back and wiggles.

"el? you in there?" she hears a very loud knock and she hums, "yes."

the door opens and reveals mike making her sit up, "what are you doing here?" she then looks down at her outfit and remembers she was in home clothes which did not cover her arms.

she pulls her covers up, careful not to hurt storm.

he smiles, sitting down by the chair of her desk, "give me your phone."

"why?"

"because in unlocking that shit and showing the world that cute ass video you took. now give give because imma win this bet." he extends his hand out to her as she sighs and passes her phone over.

once he caught the device, she pulls her hand back quickly seeing her scarred arm.

seeing her worried expression, he looks up and reassures her, "i'm... i'm not gonna say anything if that's what you're afraid of." he whispers.

she nods slowly then pats the spot next to her, "sit next to me. you're very very far."

he nods, moving over to the bed, kicks his shoes off and sits next to her as he pulls storm onto his lap.

"alright, what's your first guess?" she asks him and leans closer to him as he hums and stares at the phone.

she giggles, "what? you're scared?"