[CLOSED] why don't you love me?

[monroe owen hughes]

His mother came and picked up his little sister and he sighed, shaking his head. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I'm alive, aren't I?" He asked, thinking that was really ironic considering what he was trying to do was die.

"Why didn't you tell me the brakes were getting old?" His dad asked.

"Because I never use them." He said honestly, a smirk passing his lips. "Can I have another one? Please? I loved that car."

"I guess, since it was an accident." His dad said with a sigh. And it was obvious where Monroe got his attitude from.

"Olive green?" He asked, and his dad just shook his head.

"Whatever, Monroe."

"I need a phone, dad."

"Why?"

"Mine went down with the ship."

"Do you know how much iPhones cost?"

"I brought the last one! And I didn't even break it! Luc's dumbass boyfriend did! Fucking faggot."

"Monroe!" His mother scolded and he groaned.

"Fine, okay? We'll get you a new phone. What room are you in?" Monroe held out his wrist band, and his family left, Dash waving happily at Monroe and Zain. Monroe turned to Zain.

"Tell me my nose is longer. Please." He begged, holding back a smirk.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain's grin grew as he listened, and every time Monroe was lectured for his language. He shifted his weight, adjusting the back brace in agitation again. He watched them leave, then laughed at Monroe. "No, you want me to check that something else hasn't got smaller?" He dared, tone unwavering. So what if they were in the hall. He smirked just faintly.

[monroe owen hughes]

"Depends. Are we gonna eyeball it or are you going to trust your mouth's judgement?" He shot back, raising an eyebrow. His tone was just as daring. Monroe may have a big head, but he didn't have any shame. Especially when it came to Zain. Although he couldn't help thinking he didn't want his little sister walking in on him with Zain. His parents had caught him countless times with people. But he didn't want his sister to have that mental image.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain shrugged, ran a hand over the crotch of his jeans slowly. "Mm...whatever you want babe.." He teased, kissing slowly at his neck. The hall was empty, he wondered if Skylar wouod actually even come back. Not that Sky cared what he saw.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe arched his hips up at the touch, reaching his hand up to thread it into Zain's hair. He trailed it to his chin, tipping it towards him. He kissed him gently, pulling away a bit to teasingly kiss across his jaw. "I dunno. We very well can't fuck considering I have to get cut out of my jeans when they cast my leg, and we can't do anything that involves you breathing harder than you already are." He shrugged. "I think I can settle for kissing you.." He teased, trailing his hand slowly up the inside of Zain's thigh.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain smirked, pressed his hand down gently a bit more. He met the kiss softly, shifting his weight a bit. He turned towards him, playing with Monroe's button fondly. He didn't do anything else, leaning in longingly for another kiss.

"Cookies."

"Fuck yes." He snatched them from his cousin, then shooed him away. "Leave us alone," He complained and Skylar shrugged, wandering off to try and find his sister who had wandered to the psych ward part of the hospital.

Zain tore the package open, stuffing a cookie in his mouth.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe leaned close, was about to kiss him when his cousin walked in again. He groaned inwardly, rubbing at his face. He peered around the corner, waiting for his parents to walk in. But he knew they had to get his phone activated. He would bet his dad was getting his car too, even if he only had one foot to drive with.

He looked over at Zain, raising an eyebrow. "Why would you settle for those when you can get a fucking cookie cake. Now that's a cookie." He smirked, reaching over and grabbing his jaw gently. He leaned forward.

"Mister Hughes?"

He groaned, throwing his hands up. "I give up. What?" He asked, turning to the nurse standing there.

"They're ready to put your cast on." She said, and he groaned again, getting up on his crutches. He fixed his jeans. "You wanna see me get my pants cut off by some middle aged man?"

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain chuckled. "Cookies are cookies," He huffed. "And as long as they're cookies I'm good." He looked at him as his jaw was grabbed, leaning in for the kiss, and complained as the nurse interupted. He snatched a kiss anyway, smirked. "Seeing you without pants at any time is something worth watching," He taunted, raising an eyebrow. It was just a cast, so he would probably be allowed in if he wanted.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe just smiled, shaking his head. "Yeah, me and my fucking pink ass boxers." He said, following the nurse back to his room. It was considerably brighter than when he left. He sat down on the chair, leaning his crutches against the bed. The doctor shook his head and Monroe stood back up, groaning about his jeans. Clad in his boxers, he sat back down, and the doctor propped up his foot, slowly pulling off the tape they had on his leg. He gritted his teeth, turning his head away when he realized just how bad his leg looked.

"You said it was broken, not 'we can see bone'." He complained. The doctor wrapped his leg, then started to put the wet strips over it.

"What color do you want?" He asked.

"I like purple." He said, his eyes scanning Zain. "When can I get my monroe back?"

"Aren't you monroe?" The nurse asked him. He snorted, shaking his head. He pointed to the hole in his lip.

"I want my piercing back." He said slowly.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain grinned faintly, getting up and following him slowly to the room, working on another cookie. He grimaced at they unwrapped his leg, guilt passing through his eyes, and took Monroe's hand gently, smirked as Monroe complained about the piercing. He shook his head in faint amusement.