What is Love?

Runaway

MICA

"Fiiiine, I guess I can use the chain saw another night." I say then slam the door in his perfect face. I almost feel bad about my sisters plan to kill him. He cares for her so much but doesn't tell her anything that she needs to know.

"Mdndnmdjfudb" I snap out of my thoughts with the sound of Ryder trying desperately to talk through his sock. I smile at him because he's so damn cute.

"You're so cute! It's a pitty I've got to punish you. You've been a bad boy today, threatening my big sis. Do have anything to say for yourself?"

Ryder: Ok, can we please skip this portion. No one needs to learn how intimate we were.

Diana: Yeah, I thought we all promised not to add anything too...

Unknown character: sexual.

Mica: fine! I'll skip to the boring part. *whispers* prudes.

After Ryder collapsed from either exhaustion or blood loss, I uncuff him and take care of his wounds. Once I'm done I up on us and lie down hoping to get some beauty sleep.

As soon as I shut my eyes, there is a knock at the door. It better be important or I'm killing them. No one messes with me in the middle of the night. Especially after a hot makeout torture session.

I put on Ryder's robe, taking in his scent and smile, making my way to the door. When i open the door, I see a worn down and bloated version of Vanessa at my door.

"Oh, it's you. Go away." I say then try to slam the door in her face. Key word 'tried' because she stopped the door with her foot.

"Faith took Lucas! Please I need your help to get them back! Right now, you are the only one in the house I trust." I open the door and raise an eyebrow at her in amusement.

"You must be joking. I'm the only one you trust in this house. Ha...ha...ha so funny. Now go away." For the second time, I try to slam the door on her. She instead of using her foot....uses her fist in my face. Lets just say men are right about pregnant ladies being.... scary.

"Do I look like I'm joking?! Wait, why does Ryder have bandages all over his body?!" She says with a worried look and points at him. I look at him to see he's waking up from all the racket she's causing by her mouse like voice.

"Sssshhhh! Ok, I'll help you! But please refrain from poking the papa bear. He's soo not a mid-night person." I whisper/yell at Van, shoving her fat ass out the door. I successfully shut the door behind me without her talking.

"What did you do to him? He looks like he just came out of the war but with all his limbs still attached!"

"Well if you really wanna know. First, I laid him on the bed and handcuffed him to the head board. Then, I....." She quickly stops me by placing both her hands on my mouth.

"I changed my mind, I really don't wanna know. Are you going to help me now?"

"Well, that all depends."

"On what?!"

"Are willing to let me do this my way? Or are you going to force my hand in talling Alonzo that his baby mama is going behind his back." She gives me a glare that makes me smirk in return. Her glare kind of reminds me of Lucy's from the peanuts cartoon.