The Bad Boys Who Dance

Ryan Roman

The car ride seemed like forever. I shook my leg rapidly, my blood was boiling. I'm laying in the back and look in the mirror to see Justin smirking at me.
"What?" I question.
"Nothing princessa" he smirked.
I rolled my eyes at him and laughed catching a glimpse of Tristan clenching his jaw looking mad.

Justin pulled into my driveway and we went to the front door. I went for my keys to see the door was already unlocked. I swear one day we're gonna get robbed because Ryan can never lock the damn door.

Ryan was sitting on the couch watching tv when I stood in front of him. My hand was on my hip, I was tapping my foot and sacked my teeth. The boys stood in the living room doorway behind him. He shot up from the couch when he saw my face. Was the bruise really that bad?
"What the fuck happen Kylie?!"
"I don't know you tell me Ryan!"
"What are you talking about? " He looked genuinely confused which fuelled my anger more.
"YOU! YOU FUCKING HAPPENED! AXEL SHOWED UP. IT HAD TO DO WITH YOU!" Ryans face dropped. He clenched his jaw and put his hands on his head.
"And to make it worst. He hurt my friends because of you being an asshole." I said quietly which made him scared.
"Friends?" He questioned. I gestured behind him and I swear he looked like a ghost when he saw my bruised and bloody boys. I walked over to them and towards the stairs.
"Kylie.. I can ex-" I cut him off with a couple beautiful words.
"Fuck off." And with that the boys followed me upstairs to the bathroom. Tristan on the ledge and Justin on the counter. I kneelt to get the first aid kit and when I got up I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror and I lost it. My face was red and purple. Axel hit me hard. I started crying loud starring in at my ugly weak reflection.
"I look fucking hideous" I whispered.
I could hear Ryan coming up the stairs. Tristan got up and stood at my side rubbing my back,  Justin jumped off the counter and grabbed my hands. Looking into my eyes with a serious look, Justin never looks serious it kinda scared me, he said
"Kylie,  please don't cry. Princess your bruise mean something. You survived something that could've gone way worse. Our bruises mean we fought. We fought someone way bigger and very dangerous for someone we care about."

Justin pov

I've never seen Kylie like this. It honestly breaks my heart. She's the girl who's always laughing with her bright and stunning smile. She's the beautiful girl that amazes everyone she comes across. She's an amazing dancer and is drop dead gorgeous.  Seeing her crying and hurt angers me. Truth is i have strong feelings for her but i know i can't be with her.  Yeah you can think I'm wrong for liking her but you don't understand.  Nothing about this girl says 13 except how long she's been alive. Her personality is gold and very much mature, she looks older, sounds older, and acts older. But not like one of these little girls who think they grown and go around being little hoes none of that. She just has an old soul and she's responsible and is smart way beyond her years. To say I like her is an understatement.

"Your beautiful.  Now c'mon Kyles show me the killer smile." She looked up at me and I smirked causing her to laugh. "There we go." I smiled and dropped her hands to pull her into a hug.

Kylie's pov

I pulled away from Justin and turned to see Ryan.
"What do you want" I growled.
"Why are you mad?" That angered me
"Why am I mad? Jee I don't know!"
"Stop being a pussy.  Your fine"
What did this guy just say to me? I curled me fist and slammed them on the counter before pushing Ryan into the door frame.
"ME BEING A PUSSY?!?! WHY AM I MAD?" Ryan pushed me off lightly clearly seeing I was pissed. The boys looked shocked.
"I just had a 6'4 street fighter and gang member pin me against a wall, hit me, fight my friends and threaten to come back for me.. and you want to tell me I'm fine? You want to call me a pussy? HOW DARE YOU! Your supposed to be my older brother.  FUCKING ACT LIKE IT!"
Everyone was quite. I was fuming.
"Oh and I almost forgot,  your the pussy for making your little sister the target of your battles of your mess." And with that I pushed him out of the bathroom and shut the door.
"I just fought a gang member? I'm too young to die" Tristan spoke.
"I'm only 17" he said in a fake sad tone and made an ugly crying face. I couldn't help but giggle. Wait did he just say he's 17?!
"You're 17?"
"Yeah, aren't you?"
"Really? fuck and no I'm not"
He looked genuinely confused.
"How old are you?"
"....13" His face dropped and he started coughing.
"13??? Your joking. Tell me she's joking" He said looking toward Justin.
I felt my face heating up and I looked down at the floor playing with my necklace.
"She is 13. Don't make her feel bad about it moron."
"I'm sorry Kylie..:
"It's fine. "