Coyotes and Wolves, Milo Manheim Original Story

Predators

POV: Estella

We got to my house and walked up the stairs to my room. My parents were at work, and the only one home was Henry, my lazy English bulldog. I led Milo to my room and opened the door.

Here we go.

I took off my boots and my wet purple knee socks.

Milo was looking curiously around my room, taking in the decor surrounded by four walls, each painted a light blue, with an almost lavender undertone. The curtains on my windows consisted of black shears with tiny silver stars on them. My duvet is thick and puffy. It's purple, covered with a light blue star pattern. Various purple and black pillows laid against the white headboard atop of my bed. I'd hung fairy lights around my ceiling that turned on automatically at night. My white dresser, vanity, and desk, sat along the other walls.

Henry was sleeping in the corner in his little dog bed, snoring away.

I walked barefoot across the silvery grey carpet to get new socks, as Milo looked over at me. Her lowered his gaze to the floor, his hands on his hips as he smirked, shaking his head.

"My, God! Your poor feet!" He quipped, abruptly.

"My feet?" I parroted in confusion, looking down at them and then back up.

"They're always locked up in those boots. I feel bad for them. Now that they're allowed out of their prison, they look so much happier." He continued to joke.

"Oh, you're one of those?" I surmised sarcastically, a scrunching my nose.

"Those?" He asked, lowering his brow.

"Like, a feet guy?" I asked, jokingly.

"You're twisted." Milo commented, with a grimace on his face. "I don't shame anyone, but I'll never understand feet people."

"Same." I agreed.

"I just meant...well, I guess I'm just wondering why you wear those all the time?" He voiced, inquisitively

"Never know when you might need to go into battle." I quipped, with a small shrug.

He squinted his eyes, and smiled pensively, trying to gauge if there was some kind of underlying meaning to my explanation.

I took off my hoodie and my scarf and my cardigan underneath, revealing my black tee shirt that I'd paired with a knee length grey and black striped skirt.

"You're so tiny." He commented, as I probably looked even smaller without the layers.

"Well, you're a titan, so I guess everyone would seem small to you." I clapped back.

"Better a titan than a pigmy." He chuckled, teasingly.

I shook my head, repressing a smile. "Are you done scrutinizing me, now?" I asked, in a bored tone.

"I wasn't trying to make you feel like, self-conscious or anything. I'm just naturally curious, I guess. Sorry." He expressed, apologetically.

A noticeable shiver suddenly ran through me, as I stood there engaging with him, and I wrapped my arms around myself.

"Oh yeah, that's right. You're cold." Milo said, abruptly walking towards me.

I didn't know what he was doing and I must've looked nervous and suspicious as he stepped closer. He stopped next to me and looked down, before beginning to smile mischievously,

"Milo, what are you...?" I warily began.

With that, I had been lifted into his arms, bridal style. I hadn't even registered the shift in altitude until I landed on my bed with a surprised yelp.