Coyotes and Wolves, Milo Manheim Original Story

Secrets

POV: Third Person

The pair went to the diner that Milo and his friends frequented at least three times per week. They both decided that the club would be a bad idea at this point in the evening. Milo drove Estella back to her house, after they'd ate their weight in fried food and ice cream.

Her parents were out for the night, something that Estella had not disclosed until now. Milo understood why. She didn't know how the night was going to go and she had already been incredibly anxious about it. She needed a safe haven to return to, if things had gone bad, or if she was accidentally triggered.

POV: Milo

"The end of the line, M'lady." I quipped, in a terrible British accent.

Estella rolled her eyes, but couldn't keep that stubborn smile from creeping up.

"You know...? Just to be safe. I should probably walk you in." I suggested, knowing that my innocent act was incredibly obvious.

"Okay." Estella agreed.

Wait...what?

"Seriously?" I blurted out. "I was just messing around. I figured you'd laugh, smack my arm or something, and tell me to go home."

"Why did you assume that?" She challenged, mischievously.

"I...I don't know. Because, I'm an 18 year old dude with bad intentions." I joked.

Let's be real, it was a joke, but it was true.

"Can't an 18 year old girl have the same intentions?" She challenged.

My jaw about dropped, but I kept it together.

Was she asking me in...to like, ask me in?
Did she want me to spend the night?

"Anyhow, remember that we agreed that I can handle myself. I'm not scared of you, Milo." She continued, with sass.

"I'm torn. I love that you trust me, but I'm a little offended that you don't find me threatening." I couldn't help but laugh at the irony. "I mean...I am the Big Bad Wolf, after all."

"And who came out of that story alive?" Estella asked, expectantly.

I lowered my brow, and my mouth made a thin line.

"Damn." Was all I could say.

She giggled at me, and started to open the car door.

"Don't you dare!" I warned her, and ran away to the other side and opened it for her.

"You're too much." Estella commented, shaking her head.

"Hey, we're still officially on a date, there's rules." I defended myself, as I lead her out of the car.

"Like...don't borrow clothes from the pick me bitch that has a crush on the guy you're dating?" Estella quipped.

"Hey..." I began, gently. "I get that you're pissed at her. So am I. But, that was a little harsh. I've known her for a long time, and she's not a bad person, she's just fucked up right now."

"Aren't we all?" Estella drawled, sarcastically.

"C'mon, Estella. I know you act mean and everything, but I see you in there, girl." I challenged her with a smile, and rested my forehead against hers.

"I'm mean in there too." Estella retorted deadpan, but took my hands in hers.

"You ain't fooling me, I'm not scared of you either." I couldn't help but chuckle at how cute her forced little villain face was.