Milo Murphy's Law of Love

We Need To Talk (Part 2)

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Your heart pounded in fear. For someone who delt well in the face of fear, you felt helpless.

We need to talk.

'Need to talk? About what?'  You thought nervously, wiping your hands on your blanket. You grabbed your phone, quickly typing a response.

Talk? About what? Are you okay?

You sat in silence, your movie and meal long forgotten as you stared daggers at your phone's blank screen. You stared for what felt like forever, his reply never coming. You sighed, leaning back against your bed, staring lazily up at the glowing stickers you had on the ceiling. You glanced back at the TV to see a chainsaw wielding clown chase another girl character down a dark hall. She was screaming loudly, and the sound was deafening to you now. You grabbed your food again, dragging it slowly to your mouth. Only half made it into your mouth, but you ignored it as you chewed slowly, thinking of all the possibilities of what Milo would need to talk to you about.

Suddenly, your phone chimed, signaling a message from Milo. You quickly sat up, scrambling to grab your phone, pulling it to your face once your fingers had wrapped around the desired object.

No, I'm not okay... (Y/n), am I a bad person???

Your heart broke at the message. You were slightly disappointed, but almost sad that Milo thought that way about himself.

No? What's the relevance? Is that what we needed to talk about?

Part of you was hoping he'd drop a hint of his feelings toward you. Maybe a little, I don't know, 'Hey, I think your pretty and we should hang out alone more often' kind of hint? You sighed, waiting impatiently for a response from Milo.

(Y/n), I've done something horrible. I...

You stared at your phone, more than just a little confused. Something... Horrible? Milo? You shook your head, typing out another response.

You? Do something horrible? Milo, I find that awfully hard to believe.

Almost immediately, there was another text from Milo. Your heart dropped at the words.

(Y/n)... I stole something... Something of yours, and I can't bear to keep it and risk you seeing it and hating me for it. (Y/n), I... I think we should stop being friends.

You furiously typed a response as fast as possible.

WHAT!? Are you stupid!? I don't care if you stole from me, I can always just replace it! No, we should NOT stop being friends! Ever! Milo, if you need a guilt release, please, just talk to  me! It's not that big of a deal to me, honest!

Your hands began to shake as you clung to the tiny piece of machine in front of you. Your knuckles had began to turn a pale white as your heart pounded harder in fear.

(Y/n), I can't tell you. But... I can't bear to be around you with this guilt eating me up!

Your face fell, a harsh scowl replacing your blank stare.

" Son ofa BITCH!" You shouted, throwing your phone across the room. It narrowly missed your TV, landing with a harsh WACK against the wall. You jumped up, and began to clean your room. What ever he took would be missing, and you had a list. When you had first started buying items, your mother made you keep a detailed list of what they were. You now had nearly 3 pages of neat handwriting counting off each and everything that you owned, down to the very last detail. Next to it, you had all of your receipts, neatly tucked in chronological order of what you had bought.

Slowly, you cleaned every inch of your room, checking off each and every item you found. Gradually, you made a few conclusions of a few things that were missing; Your stuffed bear, Kuma, your skater dress, your band T-shirt, and one of your most worn items... A red, lace pair of panties. You were holding onto the matching bra, something your mother nearly died when she had seen the matching set. You stared at the lists as you checked off the items once again mentally.

Kitten shirt, check. TV Remote, check. Stuffed moose, check. Red, lace undies, no check.

Your heart sped up as you remembered the red item in Milo's bag. Your face paled as you realized what had been stolen. You slowly grabbed your phone and typed one single text;

Milo, I know what you stole.

Welp, that's part 2! Wonder what's gunna happen neeeeext! Thank you so much for your votes and views! You guys are really making this so much fun! Next part should be up this Saturday, so stay tuned! As always, click that little vote button, and enjoy the story, my little Andies!

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