Love Therapy

Chapter 7

Kylie spent the next two weeks in therapy and healing. She finally was able to walk without her crutches, however her knee was still in a compression garment, which is better than a brace so she'll take it. Malia, while ever supportive, was still by her side, however somewhat distant. After the PT incident, if we can call it that, she continues to help Kylie at home, however not as closely as she used to. She found she can apply pressure to Kylie's leg without having to actually be pressed against her. Much to both of their dismays.

She could feel Malia pulling away, but why? Did she do something? Did she upset her somehow? Maybe she was getting tired of taking her to therapy every day. She comes back to her apartment, alone. Since Kylie can walk without crutches now, she can do mostly everything by herself again. She sighs as she enters her apartment and shuts the door. "Damn Ky, you've been better." She jumps at the sudden intrusion but relaxes when she realizes it's only Ruby and Mel. "Ruby!" She hugs her tight. "When did you get back?!" "Just today! Mel picked me up, i wanted to surprise you!" Ruby smiles. "Where's Malia? I thought she took you to Physical Therapy every day?" She asks. Kylie sighs. "She did. My foot got better so i decided to take myself." She shrugs. Ruby and Mel both squint their eyes at her. "What aren't you telling us?" They both ask. "Ok, that's fucking creepy. I'm surprised people don't ship you two together instead of me and Malia." Kylie goes and sits on the couch.

Mel rolls her eyes. "Ky, I'm nine years older than both of you." Kylie shrugs. "So? After you turn eighteen, age is just a number." Ruby sighs. "Oh my god....look, the point is, I'm back now." They both knew this wasn't gonna be permanent. Even Ruby staying with her isn't gonna be permanent. Her leg will heal eventually and then it's back to living by herself. "I mean, unless you don't want Malia to leave." She smirks. "You know, if you don't want me here, if you wanna stay with Malia, I'd be ok." Ruby smirks. Kylie rolls her eyes. "Rube, stop." "Stop what?" Mel smirks. "Shut up, Mel!" "I didn't even say anything!" "You don't have to. Look, regardless, Malia isn't here. I told her that i don't need help anymore." She shrugs. "Mhmm."

"Alright, well I'm gonna head to the studio for a bit. Rube, please take care of Ky." Ruby nods. "I will." "Thank you, bye girls!" Mel leaves as Kylie sighs. "I don't need anyone to help me, i can walk again." Ruby raises her eyebrows. "Oh really? Can you shower regularly?" Kylie nods. "Yes." "Can you get on a step stool and reach for something?" "What would i need to reach on a step stool?" Kylie looks at her. "I don't know, anyways, what did i miss? Mel said some shit may have gone down?" Ruby smirks. Kylie sighs. "Malia's been helping me with getting back on my feet, literally. That's about it." "Really? No sexual tension? No intimate moments between you two?" She smirks. "Shut up, Ruby!" They both laugh. "You can't hide from me Ky, I've known you for ten years!"

"Ok fine! There may or may not have been moments between us...." Ruby squeals. "I knew it! Alright, tell me. Tell me everything." Kylie sighs. She tells Ruby everything. Cause she's not gonna escape her best friend. "Oh my god....this is like some RomCom or something! You two are gonna fall in love, she's gonna help you walk and dance again. It's gonna be great!" Kylie laughs. "Kinda hard to do that when you're here taking care of me." She points out. "Oh damn, you're right." She takes out her phone. "Ruby? What are you doing?" "I'm gonna text Mel and tell her something came up and I can't stay with you." "No, you're not gonna do that, Ruby!" Kylie reaches for her phone as Ruby pulls away. "Kylie!" "Ruby! Give me your phone!" During the commotion, Kylie accidentally opens up Instagram on Ruby's phone. "Oh great, you made me like a photo." Ruby groans. "Who's photo?" "Malia's...." "What photo?" She turns her photo and shows a video of Malia and Dior out last night at dinner, sitting close and looking cozy. "Oh...."