Broken (Edited edition)

Shopping

The next morning, I get woken up by a knock on the front door.  It's a quick and rapid knock, someone ramming their fist into the door.  I groan as I get up, holding onto my ribs, walking down the stairs to the front door.  As I get closer to the door, I hear someone whispering into the door."  Lyca?  Is that you?  Come on, open the door Lyca!  Come on!"  It's Robbie, whispering as loud as he can.  I unlock the door, and open it."  Robbie, it's six in the morning, what the hell are you doing here?"  I ask, leaning against the doorframe."  Woah, damn Lyca.  What happened to you?"  He asks, looking down at my bruised up body.  I totally forgot that I never told him about the fight with the detectives.  So I made sure not to shiver or shake why I speak, or else he'll know I'm lying.  I take in a deep breathe, and let it out through my nose."  There was a huge car accident, I got the worst of it, but...I'm okay.  Just hurt a lot.  I swear.  Come in, come in.  You're soaked."  I say, noticing his rain coat.  When he comes in, I grab his coat from off his shoulder.  I place it on one of the hooks, and bring him over to the couch.

"Robbie, what the hell are you doing here?"  I ask him again, and he wipes his face off on his sleeve."  Well, I have a favor to ask.  And you owe me a favor after all the ones I gave you."  He says, and I smile."  Yes, of course.  I've known that ever since the first day of school."  I tell him and he grins."  Well, it's about my boyfriend.  You see, he wants to go on a date, and I've hardly ever left my house outside of school.  But he insisted, and I finally said yes.  So, I need a brand new set of clothing.  You know suits, dress up shirts, dress pants, you know?"  He asks, and I nod at him.  God, I fucking hate clothe shopping.  But it's Robbie, he knows what looks good on him.  He knows how to make anything look good on him or me.  I call it his 'Gay powers', he thinks it's funny as well."  Well, what are we waiting for huh?  Come on, let's get going."  I say, grabbing his hand.  We rush up the stairs, and walk into Mark's bedroom"  Wait, who's that?"  Robbie whispered, looking over at the lump next to Mark.  Mark has his arm around Jack's waist, draped over him as if he moved in his sleep.  He was snoring a bit, and they both had a blanket over them.

"That's my Papa, Jack.  They aren't dating, it's just he's the second guy who saved him.  So I call him Papa, well not to anyone.  I just say it to myself."  I whisper to him, and he grins.  He smiles  as we sneak up on both sides of the bed.  We looked over the bed at each, and nodded.  We both started screaming as loud as we can.  My throat is raw as the boys jump and jolt as they wake up.  They start screaming as well, then see it's us."  Lyca?  Robbie?  What the hell?  What's going on?"

"Hey, you sound just like Lyca!"  Robbie says, and I glare at him."  Dick."  I say, he just smiles."  What are you two doing?"  Mark asks, Jack sits up rubbing his arm."  We want to go to the mall."  Robbie says, and I glare at him."  Robbie!  You can't just say that, you have to ask."  I say, and he smiles at me."  Sorry, that's how I talk to my mom.  She's always working, so she will tell me if it's okay before I leave."  He says.  Mark sits up as well, and takes his medication."  Why don't we go with you?  We haven't been out of the house in a while?"  He says, looking over at Jack.  Jack is rubbing his eyes, and shrugs at him.  They pulled on some clothes, eat some breakfast, and we leave the house.

Jack insist on using his car, and Mark looks pissed that he's not driving. We all get in, with Robbie and me in the back, then Jack starts driving." So Robbie, seeing anyone?" Jack asks, looking through the mirror." Yes, his name is Tyler. He's very handsome." Jack grins back at us, then looks back at the road. Mark chats with Jack as I talk with Robbie." So what colors do you like?" I ask him, a sly grin smears on his face." I like any color, except for yellow or orange. Can't stand those two colors." I wrap my arm around his, and lean against him." How much do you go out to buy clothes huh? Once or twice a week?" He curiously asks, I look up at him with a confused look on my face." A week? More like a month? I'm not changing my fashion sense every other second." Robbie's mouth drops open, and he stares up at Mark." You only go shopping once a month? That's like fucking torture!" He says to him, Mark just starts laughing.