Coyotes and Wolves, Milo Manheim Original Story

Fairy Tales

Lobo Blanco 🤍 🐺
--Everything good over there? Did your parents get home?

Princess Estella ✨
--Yeah. They're home. All good.

Lobo Blanco 🤍 🐺
--Cool.

Princess Estella ✨
--You get home okay?

Lobo Blanco 🤍 🐺
--Yeah, I dropped off the car. My parents weren't home when I got here.

Princess Estella ✨
-- 👍

Lobo Blanco 🤍 🐺
--So whatcha doing?

Princess Estella ✨
--...

--...

--...

Lobo Blanco 🤍 🐺
--I can see you're trying to say something Estella.

Princess Estella ✨
--Sorry got distracted.

Lobo Blanco 🤍 🐺
--Can we please talk?

Princess Estella ✨
--...
--...

Lobo Blanco 🤍 🐺
--Still distracted?

Princess Estella ✨
--Yeah sorry. I gotta go. Talk later.

Lobo Blanco 🤍 🐺
--You're kidding right?

She didn't respond. And he didn't want to play anymore.

"Fuck!" He muttered to himself.

Delilah had dropped him off. He'd taken a shower and changed his clothes to a dark blue hooded sweatshirt and jeans, and got something to eat, but he didn't feel any better.

As much as he was dreading talking to Estella, he knew it was the only way they were going to solve anything.

"Does she think that I want to talk about this shit?" He grumbled angrily, to himself.
"Why does she get to hide? This is bullshit!"

Maybe I should just ghost her for a while, and see what she does. Maybe she'll come around. Or, she won't. Maybe that's the best thing.

He plopped down on his bed, and started looking through his phone at Instagram.

He searched for Estella and began to look at her profile.

It didn't look like there had been any new posts in the last five months. But there were a ton of pictures. He decided he should follow her.

He found a picture of her with a younger Ryan Gosling look-a-like. They were on a beach at sunset, wearing bathing suits, huddled together with his arm around her and big smiles on their faces. He read the tag @JaredPrescott, "Look how beautiful! The sunset isn't too bad either."

Milo scoffed. He had never even met this guy, but he hated him. Who could abandon their girlfriend after something like that? She said he didn't even believe her.

Milo began to scan through more of her pictures. More of her and Jared, some of her playing guitar and standing on a stage.

Wait? She sings?

Some with friends at parties, some of her in her room with Henry. The weird thing was that a lot of the pictures had something in common. A guy in the background. Never smiling. Just standing or sitting there. Never in the huddles of friends. He had a dead, creepy, look on his face. And his gaze always seemed to be on Estella.

Who is this psycho?

The dead stare from this guy was giving Milo a shiver through his spine. Just all around bad vibes.

He tried to look for a tag, but there didn't seem to be any for him. He didn't know his name. It didn't look like they were friends, because she'd tagged everyone religiously in all of her photos.