Coyotes and Wolves, Milo Manheim Original Story

Am I a Ghost?

"Get in the car, Milo." Estella ordered, holding out her hand for the keys.

"You're... you're not driving!" I argued, in confusion.

"Somebody has to! And you're three sheets to the fucking wind, Milo!" Estella countered. "I can drive just fine and besides, it's not far. It'll be okay."

"Can't we just go home and then Del will take us?" I pled feebly, the alcohol starting to hit me harder, and I was struggling to get my sentences right.

Estella shook her head and grimaced.

"You want to tell my dad where his car is in the morning?" She challenged.

"Fuck." I cursed, and sighed in exasperation.

"Give me the keys. And get in." She repeated, sternly.

I handed them over reluctantly. And we drove home in silence.

She wasn't a bad driver, not really. But I'm just pissed at myself that she had to take my stupid ass home in the first place.

When we walked in, I tried to pull her in for a hug, but she turned away from me, and deflected.

"I'll get you some water and some Advil. You're going to need it. Just go up to bed, Milo." She sighed.

"Please...can we just...like, talk...or...?" I tried again.

"Not Tonight." She shook her head.

I sighed sadly, but nodded to her.

We both walked upstairs and she put the water and Advil on my night stand and gave me a waste basket, in case if I had to throw up. She was taking care of me. After everything that happened tonight, she had to take care of me! I was so fucking pissed at myself.

Estella even made sure I changed into a t-shirt and pajama pants and then covered me in a blanket, tucking me in. It was nice, I admit. But, I felt so fucking stupid.

When she went to leave the room, I took her by the wrist.

"Do you still love me, Princess?" I asked, in my sad drunken state.

She sighed at my pathetic statement.

"Yes, Milo. I still love you." She murmured. "Pendejo." She added, with a sigh.

"Yes! I am. I am the biggest Pendejo in the land!" I exclaimed.

"Okay, okay, Milo. Just get some sleep." She pressed, rolling her eyes at my ridiculousness.

"You're here to make love now, baby?" I slurred, now completely out of my mind.

"Tempting." She replied, sarcastically. "But, you're just too much man for me tonight."

"Awe. No, Princess." I shook my head. "Don't say that. You're all the woman in the world for and to me." I said loudly, not realizing my volume at this point.

I then reached over and put my hand on her face, awkwardly scrubbing it down her cheek a few times. "So, so pretty." I cooed.

Then for some reason I tilted my head forward and lowered my voice to a whisper. "I fought that guy. I hit him. For you. I love you, so much."

"Thank you, baby." She muttered, rolling her eyes. "But, you don't even know who you are right now. Close your eyes. Goodnight." She encouraged, trying to rush out of the room.

"Kisses?" I whined to her, like a child.

She sighed again and turned around, relenting.

Estella leaned down and kissed my forehead, and I pulled her in, wanting to feel her lips on mine. She pulled away, stumbling.