Milan

Still fuming, I hopped out of the truck (literally, I'm short) and sped walked to my front door. I took out my keys to unlock the door and stepped in.

"Just as I was about to close the door, he blocked it with his foot. "Milan." He said in a warningly.

"Dean." I mimicked his tone and kept slamming the door on his foot. "I'm trying to close the door."

He just stared at me intensely. "I see that." He said through gritted teeth. "Would you stop slamming the door on my foot?"

"Would you move your foot so I can stop slamming the door on it?" I pursed my lips.

"Are you going to let me say something?" He raised his eyebrows.

"You already said 'something',it was the last word of your sentence." I opened the door, threatening to slam it harder than before. "Now, move."

"No, Milan. Why are you mad at me?" His face was solemn now and he looked sincere.

Why am I mad? Hmmmm...

"Why is Milan mad at Dean?" I tilted my head and looked upwards as I tapped my finger on my lower lip, mock thinking. "Is it because Dean killed a man for no reason? Or is it because he just asked a dumb question?"

He scoffed. "What else was I supposed to do?"

My eyes slowly traveled to meet his and I rolled my eyes. "I don't know? Um..." I shifted my position to my back leg. "How about shoot him in the arm...the leg, tackle him; anything but kill him."

"How else are they supposed to learn to respect me and what's mine. You're mine and they need to respect you."

I bit the inside of my cheek and nodded slowly as I processed this through my mind. "You know... I would agree with you on that if we were a thing -we are not- and if the guy was accompanied, and he was not.....Buenos noches."" I kicked his foot out of the door and slammed it shut...in his face.

I slid down the door and heard an angry yell followed by the sound of a thud and the unmistakable sound of bones cracking. "Go- Fffff!! YOU WILL BE MINE! I PROMISE YOU!"

I stood on my feet and looked out the peephole. He was descending the steps, cradling his left hand.
Idiot...

Michael

I opened the door. 11:30. Haha! Thirty minutes before curfew! The apartment dark.

I quietly walked to the kitchen and grabbed an icepack from the freezer and gingerly put it up to my nose.

Gawd this feels amazing....

I closed the freezer door.
"You're back early."

"GAH!" I jumped back our of fear. She only stared at me. "What do you want?"

"Just want to know why are you back so early. You usually stay out past curfew." She said with a shrug.

I walked past her and plopped on the couch. "Why do you want to know? Have you been doin' it and I'm interrupting?" I smirked.

I could only see her silver eyes glow in the dark and she narrowed them. "No. Just curious." She turned on the light.
I turned on my side, facing away from her.

"Why are you hiding your face?"

"I'm not hiding my face."

"OK. Then let me see it." She put her hand on my side and I winced in pain.

"Ok, now what's wrong with your side?"

"GAWD! SO MANY QUESTIONS!" I yelled.

"Better for me to find out before Miguel does." She said in the You-Know-I'm-Right tone.

Sigh she's right. I turned slowly, and painfully. Her face was blank. Expressionless. It scared me.

"You went to an initiation, didn't you?" She stared at me.

Yea..."

"Please tell me that it's not the opposing side.

"I....can't say...that." I said quietly.

"Aye Dios mio! I'mma die, you will die. Miguel will kill me and you." She shook her head, speaking rapidly.

"It's not that bad, Mils." I said with a small grin.

My grin immediately disappeared when she snapped her head in my direction. "Not. That. Bad? NOT THAT BAD?! MIKEY!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. "*Sigh*... Has Miguel ever told you why you couldn't join him? The real reason?" She sat on the couch.

"There's a real reason?" I raised an eyebrow.

She rolled her eyes and huffed. "The real reason was to jeep you out of this life..." Then she buries her face in her hands and shook her head. "I've failed her so badly...and you, Mikes. I'm so sorry."

Her body trembled as if she was holding back a sob. I put a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay, sis. I got myself into this. It's my faut and also Dad's because he didn't tell me anything." I smirked. She looked up and grinned with red, watery eyes. "Also, do you think you could do tour X-Men power and heal me partially. Just not my nose and lip. I still have to look like I got hit." I said. She just stared at me long and hard.

"Sure. But next time, I hope you die from internal bleeding." She hissed.

Geez...okay...I'll remember that...

"It's done." She got up. "What?"

"Yea, crazy right?" Then she looked at me. "Who got you involved?"

"Can't say that?" "Was it Dean, because he talked to you that Thursday at Sonny's." She raised an eyebrow.

"Can't say that either."

She nodded her bead slowly, her face was blank with anger. She grabbed her keys from the coffee table. "I'll be back. If you leave, I will put all those bruises back where they belong." She threatened as she pointed at me.

"Geez! I'll stay!" I put my hands up in submission.

"Bueno." She smirked and walked out of the door.

Good luck to te person that has to deal with that.