Arsen (Editing)

The Lab Reports Haven't Come Back To Confirm You Are A Human Yet

Thank you for your continued support through Arsen.

XX- MEL

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It was late and Arsen and I were sitting on my balcony. I was sat between his legs, my back pressed against his chest, and my fingers were playing with his. Him and I still hadn't had a conversation about our 'relationship' as he calls it. Every time I tried to talk to him, I always chickened out. I wasn't good at confrontation, I never have been.

I leaned back, my head settling between his neck and shoulder. He turned his head to kiss my temple and I let out a content sigh.

"Can I ask you a question?" I asked.

"Is this where the piece-mailing begins?" He questioned, sounding nervous.

I squeezed his hands in reassurance. "That wasn't where I was going with my question, but if you're ready to talk..." I trailed off.

Arsen sighed and wrapped his arms around me tighter. "Fine, ask away." He mumbled.

"What are we?" I murmured, now I was the one sounding nervous.

"Well, last I checked we were humans."

I shifted to face him and narrowed my eyes. "Gee thanks, what would I do without you?"

"You would probably die." He countered.

I leaned forward and kissed him, trying to persuade him to be serious, and answer my question. I should have known that Arsen Brooks would not be that easy to sway.

"Seriously Arsen." I whispered, when we started to get carried away.

He mumbled a complaint under his breath and pulled me closer to him, kissing down my jaw in a way that made me forget my own name. When he returned to my lips I managed to escape him, pulling away enough to let him know I was serious.

Arsen tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and sighed. "I thought I made it clear what we are."

I shrugged. "You have never actually told me. You kiss me and leave me to assume... what? That I'm your girlfriend, that I'm a friend with benefits... I just want to make sure we're on the same page here."

He smiled and traced my lips with his finger. "What page are you on?" He asked.

I groaned and dropped my forehead to his shoulder. "You are the most infuriating human I have ever met. Actually scratch that, the lab results haven't come back confirming that you are a human yet."

"I was under the impression that you were my... girlfriend." He seemed to struggle with the word.

"You don't seem to like that word." I commented, my voice small.

"I like it, it suits you." He defended. "I'm just not sure the word boyfriend suit's me."

"I guess you're going to have to deal with it." I told him. "So when do I get to bring you around to meet all of my mom's church friends?"

Arsen's eyes widened and I snickered, leaning in and kissing the corner of his lips. "I'm kidding."

He let out a breath of relief. "Thank God."

I checked my phone and stood up, pulling him with me. "You have to go."

"I figured." He said, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out his Marlboro pack.

I appreciated that he understood I didn't like the taste of cigarettes and waiting to smoke, but it still made me paranoid. I couldn't fall asleep last night and ended up on Tumblr, where I found a "fun fact" post that said every cigarette takes away ten minutes of your life. Just in the span of knowing Arsen, he's probably taken a good day of his life away.

"I really wish you would quit." I told him, for the third time today.

Arsen smiled and set the box on the table I kept out here. He slid his hands into my jean's back pockets and walked me backwards until my back hit the wall.

"I appreciate your concern." He whispered, leaning down to nibble on my ear.

My eyes fluttered shut and my head fell back onto the wall. Arsen kissed from my earlobe, down my neck, and to the spot where he first left the hickey. It still hasn't completely faded and he clearly was not going to let it. My hands went to his dark hair and I tangled my fingers in it. Gently tugging him away from my neck and pulling him up to my lips.

"You'd live longer if you quit." I mumbled, in between kisses.

"I'm sure I would." He agreed, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth and gently biting it.

I sighed and pulled away. "You're not going to quit."

Arsen shrugged and kissed my forehead. "You worry too much."

I shook my head. "I worry a completely normal amount."

"If you say so." He drawled, kissing me one last time. "What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Working." I said with a smile.

Working in the shop was definitely something to look forward to. I enjoyed just being there, especially since Ashton has been teaching me how to tattoo in his free time.

"Well then I'll see you tomorrow."

"You're coming in?" I asked.

He nodded. "Yeah, I want an Amelia original."

"Are you sure? My tattoo's still suck."

Arsen shrugged. "My brother has one, I want one."

"Who can argue with that logic?" I mumbled, sarcastically.

Arsen laughed and pulled me into a hug. "Good night Tink."

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Chase was sitting at the kitchen table the next morning. He didn't even look up as I walked in due to the fact he hasn't been able to stop staring at the phone number, inked in sharpie, on his arm since it was put there.

"Good morning." I announce, walking to the fridge and pulling out the egg carton.

Chase mumbled something I couldn't understand and went to take another bite of his cereal. When the spoon got halfway to his mouth he set it down and looked over at me.

"Should I call her?" He asked me, for the third time in the past fifteen hours.

"If you want to." I shrugged. "It's up to you Chase."

He groaned. "This is making me crazy."

Chase stood up and went to the kitchen sink, turning the water temperature on hot, and holding his arm under it. He covered his arm in dish soap and began to scrub the phone number off.

"Do you don't want to call her?" I questioned, cracking a couple of eggs into a bowl.

"She's gorgeous, of course I do." Chase muttered.

"Then why are you scrubbing her phone number off your arm?" I asked, turning the sink off and stopping him from scrubbing further.

"Because I'm going to be a dad." He said bitterly. "Nobody wants to date an eighteen year old father."

I slapped my brothers arm. "Don't be stupid." I bit out. "Don't blame your child for this, it didn't ask to be created, you did that all on your own."

Chase sighed. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Just call her." I told him. "You have no idea how Rebecca will react and you can't just stop living your life the moment it gets hard."

"Fine, I'll call." Chase finally replied, after a moment of consideration.

"Do me a favor?"

Chase shrugged. "Sure, what?" He asked.

"Don't impregnate her."

My brother scoffed and walked out of the kitchen. "You do something once!" He exclaimed.