Milo Murphy's Law of Love

We Need To Talk (Part 1)

The walk home was long and hot, your forehead shiny from a thin sheen of sweat. You felt a drop slide down your right temple, the feeling cool and uncomfortable. You grunted, wiping the back of your hand across your forehead. You had gotten calls from both your parents and the hospital, both concerned as to where you were. You had calmly told them you had left, and both sounded a little more than pissed at that fact. Your thoughts drifted back to Milo and his oddness towards you. Your steps slowed as your mind became drenched in the thought of what had happened to cause such awkwardness between the two of you. And, what was that red object that had been peeking ever so slightly out of Milo's bag?

You grunted again, tripping over your own feet. Letting out a loud sigh, you continued to pick up your walking pace, jogging back home. Your backpack bounced roughly against your back, almost pushing the air out of you as you ran. With a final stride, you stopped at your house, puffing your red cheeks out as you heaved in air for your burning lungs.

You quickly caught your breath, and waltzed right up to your house, pausing at the door, before kicking it open. You sighed at the tidy, orderly interior of the house. A few strands of hair slipped into your face, whisking back and forth across your cheeks. You blew the hair away as you scratched at your cheeks roughly.

You rubbed a hand down your face, your eyes the exact look of exhaustion.

'Guess I'll just take a nap... Now...'  You thought, trudging to the family sitting room. The room was always prim and pristine, the air crisp with the scent of cleaning products, and a strong air of coconut pineapple. You sighed, grabbing a fluffy pillow, setting up a spot on the couch. You laid down, sprawling out on the firm furniture, only receiving slight discomfort.

'Compared to the hospital bed, this is heaven.'  You thought, slowly drifting off into a fitful sleep, your stitches tugging, nightmares plaguing your mind, and the lack of your parents.

Jolting up, you gasped, grasping tightly at your chest, grabbing your shirt and blanket tightly in your fist. Your eyes darted around the room, trying to spot anything that could confirm this as reality. When you saw your dark house, you relaxed, lying back down on the firm couch.

'Funny. Parents still aren't home yet. Wonder where they are'  You thought, reaching out to clutch your phone, pulling the item close to your face. Your face was illuminated by the glow of your screen as you swiped your password in, then viewed your notifications.

7 missed calls, 9 unread text messages, 67 Facebook notifications, 3 playstore updates.

You sighed, tapping on your messenger and viewing your texts. As predicted, there was 1 from your parents explaining that they had left for a business trip last minute and wouldn't be home for a few weeks, 3 from your friends wishing you a recovery, and asking about homework, and 5 unwanted messages from Bradley. You didn't pay them a second glance as you clicked the screen off.

"God, can the kid take a no?" You shouted, dropping your phone to your chest. You rubbed a hand over your eyes, clearing the sleepiness the best you could, then stood to get food. The quiet thud of your feet hitting the carpet felt like it echoed through the whole house. You quickly grabbed a plate full of (F/F), and made a mad dash back to your room.

Home alone = Movies and food in bed!

You jumped happily onto your bed, mouth already filled with too-big-a-bite of (F/F) as you flicked on a horror movie. You leaned back on your bed, flicking on your Christmas lights. Suddenly, the room was engulfed with calm hues of blues, reds, greens, whites, purples, pinks, and everything in between. You reached out again, grabbing a massive usb port holder and plugged it into the wall. Once again, your room lit up with other calm lights. Lava lamps, light up statues, and other gadgets clicked to life as you snuggled into a blanket with a large blown up image of a zombie, mouth hanging open in a snarl with one hand reaching out towards the viewer. You quickly shoveled in another large bite of food as the movie started.

Yup, this was the life. Chilling, eating, watching clowns saw people in half. It was going great, everything working in your favor.

Till you received a text. From Milo.

You glanced at the screen, your blood running cold at the four words on the screen.

We need to talk.

What's gunna happen neeeeeext!? Sorry it's so short! You'll never guess my excuse this time... I actually went out... Left my house! For the first time in forever! My uncle just got married, so I was busy setting up a marriage. Soooooo... I'm hoping to set up another short chapter tomorrow, so expect me to pull through!

Thanks for reading, and as always, leave a comment and tap that little Vote button! See you in the next chapter, my little Andies!

~Andvocell Rae