the devil wears leather

Milky

"We're leaving, kids!" The parents shouted up at us.

"Yeah, yeah." I called back, pulling up my sweatpants. I had on a lose tank top, some sweatpants that said Juicy up the leg, and my hair into a tight ponytail. I had knee socks on. I sat down in my bed and flicked on my TV. Ian was still sleeping, an ice pack laid on his bandaged and bruised nose. I flicked on a ABCFamily to find a Harry Potter marathon on. I wrapped myself up in my blankets and started to watch, intently. I heard a loud grumble and a bang downstairs. "Ian? What do you need?" I sighed. I hit record and quickly went downstairs. Ian was making eggs. "What are you doing? You're all wobbly.. and you have a concussion as well. Go back upstairs." Did I not mention that? Oops.

"Making you eggs. So you'll give me another chance." He mumbled. I touched his shoulder.

"We're friends. Now head upstairs."

"But I..."

"That date, if you could call it that, was a test. And you got an F." I pull him away from the stove, turning it off. "Now go."

"But I..."

"Go." Ian slowly walked away, his towering figure hung. I sigh and finish the eggs to bring to him. I walk up the stairs, eggs in one hand, milk in the other and push Ian's door open. He's laying on his bed, eyes shut. I place the food next to him and sit. "Ian?" I whisper. "We're still friends..." He sits up on his bed, balancing on his elbows.

"Yeah. Fine Dove. Just move so I can eat." I stand up and walk out. I'm tempted to slam the door, but know he'll complain. I walk back into my room and shut the door. I went to my windows and pulled the shades down and the curtains over them. I walked back to my bed and crawled under the comforter, laying my head comfortably on my pillows. I clenched my eyes shut, trying to forget the sadness and hatred in Ian's eyes.

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I feel a slight push on my shoulder and groan, sitting up. My mom's standing there, a tray of chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk in her hand. I groan and sit up, giving her room. She hands me the plate and sits. I dip in a cookie. "Honey what happened with you and Ian today? He won't come out of his room either."

"Personal stuff."

"He said last night you jumped to conclusions when someone offered to sleep with him and he was sarcastically answered and then you left, told people, and they got in a fight. And you won't give him another date chance." She interrupted. I swallowed my cookie.

"Yeah."

"Sweetie... you should give him another chance."

"No. Mom, that wasn't just a test you can have a make up for." I bit another cookie.

"Sweetie... I know it probably hurts. But your father rejected me."

"No he didn't."

"He did. But then we fucked and he was forced to marry me." She smiled. I rolled my eyes.

"No. That's gross and untrue."

"I know. But I needed my baby to smile."

"Yeah."

"Give him another chance."

"No. I'll just be his slut at school. He knows that."

"Well... so what!" She stood up. "He really likes you sweetheart."

"I really like cookies, but I wouldn't date them." I bite another cookie.

"Well forgive him! BE FRIENDS! DO SOMETHING. HE'S COMING IN HER EITHER WAY!" She shut my door. I heard Ian's door open, voices, feet, and a door opening and shutting. I heard my door open and I stared at my milk and half empty cookie tray.

"Dove?" Ian said. I snapped my head up and lashed out, my milk thrusting from my glass and connecting with Ian. I heard a cry and smiled. "HEY!" I looked up and jumped off of my bed, grabbing the tissues. Ian had milk all over him. He had some chocolate chips from my cookies. I started to wipe his face off. He stared down at me, his face moving down. I gulped and he pressed his lips to mine. Softly at first, then like he needed my lips. He tasted like milk and mint. Very strange combo. He pulled back. "I had to do that before you kick me out." I nodded, and continued to wipe his face.

"I won't kick you out. But don't do that again." He nodded and I started to wipe his eyebrows slowly. I finished and waded up the tissues and turned to the trash. I tossed it in a perfect arc and the tissues plopped into a large pile on my wood floor. I moaned and went and picked up the pile. I threw them in the bin and started to wash the floor from milk. I threw those out and sat down. I leaned against my bed and heard Ian groan as he sat next to me. "You're a big oaf, you know that?"

"I guess..." He looked at the floor. "You know you're gorgeous right?"

"Listen... I like you. A lot. But you hurt me. I can't..."

"I WAS BEING SARCASTIC WITH HER!" He busted. "DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT HURTING. THINK ABOUT WATCHING SOMEONE YOU REALLY LIKE WALK OUT OF ON A DATE BECAUSE YOU WERE SARCASTIC WITH A HORNY HOSTESS!" He stood up. "Forget it Dove." He slammed my door behind him. Back to the covers I go. And there, I shall stay.

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Ian: You went to bed?

Dove: No, I knit you a blanket.

Ian: What color?

Dove: I hate you

Ian: Touché

Dove: I hope you step on a Lego

Ian: Wow you really hate me.

Dove: Yup

=Dove has left the room=