𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕
i walked into fez and ashtrays house to see fez sat on the couch with this girl, "hi?" i said taking off my shoes. "hey miley, this is faye she's cool... faye this is miley she is also cool." i smiled and sat on the chair opposite them. "hey girl- you are so gorgeous!" she said, i smiled and glanced over at ashtray who was coming out of his room. "hi- uh so are you..." fez looked up at ash who crept behind me.
"ma will you come to my room with me..." he quietly spoke holding my shoulders. "sit here a minute i wanna get to know faye and talk to fez." he sighed sitting next to me on the chair, one of my legs was going over his and he was resting his head on my shoulder twanging his rubbed off of his arm.
"ash quit being a cunt." fez snickered at ash. i sighed, obviously they have been fighting. they never argue, ash is a dick but when it comes to fez it's a whole different story. he literally never argues with fez. i don't know why because they have so many reasons why they could argue but they just don't. "lay off me!" ash yelled.
i hate it when he shouts, because generally he is quiet. his voice isn't quiet he just never talks in front of anyone but me and fez.
"i don't get what i've done ashtray! you need to quit being in a mood because you have had a bad week." a 'bad week' i don't like when shit like this happens. ash looked at me for support but i wasn't about to get involved.
"fuck you then...!" he stormed off into his room and i turned to look at fez. "what's happened?" i asked concerned about his reaction. "it's because faye is here i think, pretty sure he had a moment and got upset with himself... and then i was with faye and he needed me." i nodded standing up to go into his room.
"you are so fucking dramatic." i walked into his room sitting next to him on his bed, he pull a face at me and looked down at his phone. "wanna talk about it?" he shook his head, "you're supposed to be on my side." he mumbled as he rolled on to his side.
"don't be a little fucking baby just because he's put you in a mood." i scoffed, he took a deep breath and looked back at me. "okay sorry." i just walked off i'm not going to sit there and let him be a cunt, i just want to help him not beg for him to talk to me.
"miley i- don't you go too." he grabbed my hand dragging me back onto his bed. "no ashtray- i'm not gonna beg for you to tell me what has been up... if you wanna talk i'd rather you just do it now and get it over with."
he mumbled something under his breath increasing his grip of my hand, "speak up..." i whispered to him noticing the way he was struggling too get his words out. "i relapsed and then i went to talk to fez but he ignored me and you know...it's hard- life it's bad." he held onto my waist and rested his head on my chest.
"i love you baby cakes." we laughed and he let go of my hand hooking his arm around my waist and back. he kissed me and smiled "i love you too but don't call me that."
