[CLOSED] why don't you love me?

[monroe owen hughes]

"Family is pretty annoying as it is. But they get worse when you're in the hospital." He slumped a bit in his chair. He honestly had nothing to his name now except his wallet and maybe twenty bucks. His phone went down with his car. He chewed on his lip, running his hands up and down his leg.

"Funny thing. Last thing I texted my dad was that my dash was broken." He smirked a bit, wondering if they would give him his piercing back. "Man, fuck. I need my Monroe. I feel so naked without my lip ring." He groaned, stomping his good foot.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain shrugged. "He's not too annoying. He doesn't...feel for a whole lot." He stretched his legs out carefully, groaned at the pain in his shins. He was surprised his own phone still worked, smirked faintly. "You need a whole lot more than just a dash," He murmured. He brought fingers up to brush over Monroe's lips, smirked tauntingly.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe just shook his head, crossing his fingers and closing his eyes a second later. "Please let my nose grow. It's the lesser of the two evils." He said, then laughed. He smiled when Zain touched his lips, opening his mouth and running his tongue up the back of them. "Now you got cooties, hm?" He smirked, wrinkling his nose. He squeezed his thigh gently, watching him carefully.

"I could have always sucked on them." He shrugged, his smirk not telling if he was joking or not.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain laughed at the first words, smirking when Monroe licked his fingers. "You could have," He shot back, raising an eyebrow. He leaned over, licked Monroe's unscraped cheek tauntingly. "Now we're even."

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe wrinkled his nose, shaking his head. "I like when you're kinky and all but ew.." He squeezed his leg, leaning over. He reached up, cupping his cheek as he kissed him slowly. He traced his tongue along his bottom lip, just enjoying the feeling of their lips together. He finally pulled away, afraid he was going to hurt him.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain scoffed. "Ew?" He taunted, met the kiss soft and slow, eyes closing. It was startling how breathless it left him, how much he felt like he was suffocating again. He drew in a careful breath, then glanced up as he leaned in for another kiss when Skylar cleared his throat, raising an eyebrow. He turned to talk to a nurse and Zain huffed.

"Skylar, Skylar..Sky. Skylar-"

"What?!"

"Whaaat?" Zain mimicked nasally. "But me cookies."

"You got legs, go get em yourself."

Zain complained as a ten dollar bill was thrown at him.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe was gonna kiss him again when he heard someone clear their throat. He wanted to bolt, hated meeting people's family. "I'll go get your cookies." He said, holding out his hand for the money. He didn't know how he was going to carry it, but he would welcome any excuse to get out of here. Even if was just downstairs to the cafeteria. 'God save me or Death take me. I don't do families..' He thought.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain sneered. "No, I didn't want him here. He can go get them." He chucked the bill back at Skylar, who flipped him off, watching them indifferently before walking off.
"See? He's a good boy when he wants to be," Zain scoffed.

[monroe owen hughes]

"Granted he comes back with your cookies." He said, pointing at him as if he had made a valid point. He picked up a magazine, flipping it open. "Why don't we have playboy? This crap is bull." He complained, sinking lower in his seat. "What do I need to know about breast feeding?" He sat the magazine back down, rubbing at his face. "There is a really cute nu-"

"BUBBA!" Monroe looked over to see his little sister in the doorway. She darted over to him, throwing her arms around him. He groaned, hugging her gently.

"Monroe Owen, what happened?" His dad asked, and Monroe looked up at him.

"I was bringing him home and the brakes went out." He said.

"Why was he alone in the house with you?"

"He wasn't. Fuck. We were in the park."

"Alone?"

"No, dad, with the fucking circus."

"Monroe! Watch your language!" His mother gasped. Dash bopped him on the head and he winced.

"Okay, someone come get Rainbow Dash before she breaks me more.." Monroe complained.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain huffed. "Yeah really," He comained, smirking as Monroe started talking about Playboy. He glanced up at the little girl, mentally groaned. He didn't like kids much, honestly. Listening to Monroe explain, or more like lie, he winced when she hit him in the head, sitting their awkwardly. They wouldn't like him as soon as he opened his smart ass mouth, but he didn't care, a cocky smirk passing his lips. He had.never been a people person, part of it probably because of how he grew up.