the devil wears leather

No. Way.

Ian Reagan

Dove lay motionless next to me, her back staring at me. I touched her shoulder. "Dove, come on, do you want some food, you're gonna lose all of that weight again." I said. She twitched and nodded slowly. "What do you want?"

"My grandma." She wouldn't taste good. You heartless bastard part of me. Eh.

"I know, Dove. But she wouldn't want you to die of starvation. Or become extremely underweight." (Dove doesn't gain weight quickly, she loses it.)

"I know. But..." Her shoulders shook. I reached out and rubbed her back.

"What. Are. You. Gonna. Eat." I ask, patiently. She shrugs.

"Can I have... can I have sweet potatoes fries?"

"Sure. Frozen or..."

"Will you ask my mommy to make them. They're always so crispy."

"Of course. I'll be right back." Dove nodded and I leaned over to kiss her cheek. I got up from the bed and walked out into the silent house. There was only a sizzle downstairs. I climbed down the stairs and into the kitchen. Sav was leaning over the stove. I walked up next to her.

"How's my baby?" Dove wasn't letting anyone into the room. Except me, so I was frequently asked how she was even though she only found out three hours ago.

"She's... grieving... and I'm making her eat before she loses all of her weight and gets unhealthy again. Sav nodded and grabbed her tongs, flipping over fries. "She wanted some of those." Sav nods.

"It's her grieving food. I'll bring it to the door and you can take it in. I'll bring you a hamburger as well." I nodded, said a thanks, and turned around. Savannah grabbed my hand. "Don't hurt my baby." I nodded and she let go of me. I walked back up the stairs slowly, and tediously. I pushed open Dove's room. She hadn't moved from her spot on the bed. I sighed and walked back over to her side and bent down on my knee. She opened her eyes slowly. She hadn't bothered washing her makeup, or changing.

"What?" Her voice cracked. I wiped a black tear from falling down her face.

"I'm here, okay? I'll always be here. Don't keep it inside, don't silently cry. Talk to me." I whispered quietly. Dove nodded and sat up slowly. She slid over and I sat in her place. She rested her head on my shoulder and I put my arm around her. She put her face in my shirt and I felt it moisten.

"I didn't say bye. I said goodnight... and... nothing." She whispered into my chest. I kissed her hair softly.

"Hey... hey, it's okay. She knows you love her." Dove looked up at me. She smiled slightly.

"You think so?"

"I know so." I whispered. The door opened.

"Dinner, kids!" Said a familiar voice. I looked up and screamed.

"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL, YOU'RE DEAD!" I shrieked, pointing at Dove's  grandmother standing in the doorway. Dove clutched her stomach laughing, rolling on her bed.

"YOU.. I.... GOT YOU SO.... GOOD...." She choked out. I crossed my arms.

"Someone tell me what's going on." I glared at Dove, crossing my arms.

"It was a test. To see how you react to me in emotional pain." She explained, sitting up. I sat down, hanging my head.

"Because I caused you so much." I whispered. The door shut and the bed lowered. Dove wrapped her arms around my neck and kneeled behind me.

"But you don't have to wait a week anymore." She kissed my cheek. I turned towards her.

"I don't?" She shook her head. "So you're my..."

"Best girlfriend in the whole damn wide world, yes." I poked at he ribs. She squealed.

"I'll get you back. I almost died seeing yo crying." I pouted. She rubbed my cheek.

"Aww.. I'm sorry baby." She said, smiling. Baby, I like it.

"I don't accept." She rolled her eyes, and crawled in front of me. She had her hair over her face, looking like the sexiest grudge I've ever seen.

"Now?" I shook my head and she leaned forward, her face inches from mine, she shut her eyes and leaned in. I gulped. The door was thrown open and Dove screamed,  falling off of the bed.

"Dinner." Lilly called in, giggling. We rolled our eyes and  I helped up Dove.

"Later." She whispered, leaving the room.