Coyotes and Wolves, Milo Manheim Original Story

Homecoming Planning

POV: Milo
That first night in the hospital, I don't remember anything, because before I even said goodnight to Estella, they pumped me to the brim with a cocktail of painkillers.

She came to visit the next day and stayed as long as they let her. I'm sure that watching me be miserable wasn't exactly a party for her, so I tried to get her to go home, but she refused.

After two long days I was finally sprung from the hospital. I still can't walk. No Homecoming game. But, we decided to go to the dance. They have me on crutches, which sucks, but at least it's not a wheelchair. I felt like a helpless idiot being pushed around in that thing at the hospital.

We finally got some information about Doyle. And unfortunately, he wasn't seriously hurt. We had to answer a bunch of the police's questions before I was discharged from the hospital. With his history and my injury, it looked pretty clear to the cops that he was the perpetrator and we were the victims. He was arrested and would be facing real consequences in jail this time, for assault with a deadly weapon, stalking, trespassing, and attempted sexual assault. So for now, we might actually be able to enjoy something without looking over our shoulders.

Alright, fuck all of them. Enough of this drama. I was free and going to Homecoming with my gorgeous girlfriend. I've been trying really hard not to think about football, and how I didn't play, even though we still won. Right now, I just want to put everything I have into this night. I was super stoked for Estella to get her dress. She had no idea what it looked like yet. I really hoped she'd like it. Finally around 2pm, the day of the dance, a large white box was delivered to the house with a blue flower taped to the top.

We were hanging out and watching TV-- I couldn't do much else with my leg. Estella answered the door and received the package. She opened a small envelope and read the card attached.

"For a beautiful Princess."

"Milo?" She asked, her eyes down and confused.

"Yeah, baby?" I replied from the couch, in a flat tone.

"What did you do?" She asked, expectantly, with a small knowing smile.

"What? What do you mean?" I returned, pretending that I had no clue what she was talking about.

"Milo!" She scolded.

"Well, maybe open it, and you'll see exactly what I did." I countered, with a smug smile.

She sighed, but couldn't help the smirk that came across her lips, as she put the box down and opened it up, removing the box paper and pulling out the dress that I'd chosen for her.

I looked at a few, but this one just really reminded me of Estella. The blue and purple tones, and the pattern of the sky. I knew it would look perfect on my little star.

"Milo..." She gasped, holding it up.
"How did you...?"

I hobbled over to her on my crutches.

"Don't worry about it, babygirl. I told you I had a plan. Do you... do you like it?" I asked, biting my lip.

"Oh my God, it's amazing. I can't...I mean...this is..." She tripped over her words.

"You know what-- don't say anything, just kiss me. That'll work." I quipped, with a smile.

She pulled me down to her level, our lips meeting softly, and sensually.

"Thank you." She whispered, and kissed me a second time. This time exploring my mouth with her tongue, and gripping the back of my neck. She started to nip at my lower lip, and I had to pull away. But she reached up and went on to kissing my neck, causing new and intense shivers to go down my spine.

"Uh...Estella...?" I panted, reluctantly.

"I love you so much." She sighed in a feathery tone, as she continued kissing, nipping, and now sucking on my neck.

"Baby." I huffed, pulling her hand down gently.

"Yeah?" She asked, innocently.

"You have to stop...I can't..." I stammered, through lustful breaths. "It just feels too fucking good."

"I'm sorry." She sighed. "This is gonna be torture."

"I know." I muttered.

"You're so fucking hot." She breathed, kissing me again.

I pulled away, knowing I couldn't take another second of her trying to seduce me, without completing losing my resolve.

"Girl! You're killing me."I groaned.

She looked up at me, innocently.
"Alright. You win. I'll be a good girl." Estella whined, with a pout on her lips.

Oh, she wasn't playing fair.

"Somehow, I highly doubt that." I muttered, resting my forehead on hers, trying to push away my lust.

"I can't wait to put on my dress. It's perfect, Milo." Estella purred, happily.

"You'll have to wait though. Del's coming to pick you up in 10 minutes for hair and nails." I revealed with a smirk.

"What? Seriously?" She piped up, with excitement in her tone.

"Look at you!" I chuckled. "My angry, little emo girl, all excited to get dolled up." I quipped, teasingly.

She scrunched her face, in annoyance.

"Stop pouting, babygirl. I'm kidding. You're just so damn cute." I expressed, amorously.

"You're too much, Lobo Blanco." She replied, with a smirk, about to turn to walk upstairs.

"Hey." I stopped her, lifting her chin. "You're my Princess. Let me spoil you a little."

She nodded, obligingly.
"You're going to turn me into a brat."

"I already did." I quipped back, with a wink.

And she gave me one last peck and went up to get ready.

I let out a sigh, as I watched her run off. I was so glad that she loved the dress and was excited to get ready with Delilah for the dance. It made me feel less guilty that I won't be able to dance with her. Figures. I get the hottest girl in school, and I can't even show her off on the dance floor. I know, feeling sorry for myself isn't exactly sexy. I'll get over it. And this whole abstinence thing...I really don't think we're gonna make it. I mean, I've been home one day, and we've already had several encounters that almost put us over the edge.

Fuck! Just being in the same room is dangerous.

Are other couples this obsessed with each other?