Opposites Attract

Chapter 14

ELSA POV

I knocked on Miles dark wood door and crossed my arms protectively. Preparing to explain everything. From when I killed Jamie, to how he's basically a cover up so I don't get exposed.

He's a cover up that I'm falling terribly in love for.

I looked to the driveway and saw only the same Bentley Miles was driving to pick me up on our "reunion".

I could hear rustling bangs on the inside before the door creaked opened.

Miles one coco colored eye appeared, peaking out from the dark house inside.

He caught sight of me, hesitated, then slammed the heavy door with a bang.

I was surprised and raised my hand to knock again but the lock clicked a few times then swung open.

No one stood in the doorway.

Miles stuck out his hand from behind the door and waved me in.

I stepped into the darkness and the door closed after me. I stood in the only shed of light coming from the frail golden yellow curtains; as Miles grumbled around looking for a light switch.

Once the light flipped on I looked around at the familiar house.

"Oh my god I didn't know you moved back into the same house!"

The old living room looked perfectly clean. A few pillows looked out of place on the couch but other then that it seemed untouched.

The walls were painted a soft cream to match the yellow pillows, gold yellow curtains, a white couch and cream colored sofa chairs.

Memories came flooding back from our long childhood together.

"Don't worry Elsa. The dark is like the daylight except sadder. You don't have to be scared. Nothing here will hurt you. Besides, Everything's scared of me! Just let them try and get through mighty Miles!"

I wondered to the kitchen which was once again, white themed. Color splurges of yellow.

The whole house was decorated neatly and modern. Well thought out to hide the oldness of it.

I heard a sound of liquid being poured. Miles stood next to the small bar area in Mr Wakes office. He poured Jack Daniels into a small glass.

I shook my head "No Miles. Stop.." I put my hand over his. He looked at me. His hair was matted and I looked into his dark purple circled rimmed blood shot eyes.

I took a step back and he jerked his hand away and swung back the alcohol.

"Mighty Miles can handle it." He growled.

"We.. We need to talk about"

"I know." Miles slammed down the glass and filled it again. Then he stumbled to the carpet rug and fell into it.

I lowered myself down onto one of the sofa chairs,

"Don't sit there." I stopped, hovering.

I nodded then moved to the couch.

He shook his head.

I ended up across from him on the rug.

We stared at each other for a while. Miles raised the glass up to his lips and I sighed, then reached across to grab the glass.

I swung back a drink and coughed slightly.

Miles smirked.

I shook my head giggling then tasted the last bit of the bitter poison.

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THIRD PERSON POV

"No, No! You pushed me! I..I" Elsa and Miles sat on the couch hysterically giggling. Two empty bottles of Jack Daniels sat on the plastic coffee table.

"That's so not right! I tried to pull you up but..you just" Elsa couldn't finish her sentence for the giggles took over.

"You were a very cute little girl in fact."

Elsa snorted spilling back the last of her drink.

"You were a very ugly little boy in fact!" Elsa shook the bottle but nothing came out.

"Oh dammit."

"Awww." Miles sighed in a singsong voice sending them back into a pile of cackling.

"Well I'm not a little boy now, so.." He smirked pushing up against her.

Elsa calmed herself and shushed Miles. Then spoke,

"Okay, okay I gotta tell you something really funny, about my whole life since you've been gone.. you're gonna laugh. I promise."