Skye
After our passion filled kiss we pulled away from each other and I huffed since he knows fricken everything. He smiled and ran his bent finger across my cheek.
"Come on Quetzal, let's go. Roxie needs friends of her species." Dylan said, amusement in his voice. He wrapped his previously injured arm around my shoulders and started walking towards his house. After last night he didn't need a small sling or anything anymore, plus his family doesn't know what actually happened and would question an arm sling. When we got there his mom was out front gardening. I feel slightly awkward now having seen what happened to her, but I mostly felt sorry that she had to go through what she did. Since I went through pretty well the exact same thing, just minus the getting pregnant three times bit. I gave a polite smile when she looked up from her weeding.
"Oh Dylan you're finally back home! How was your butcher training trip?" She greeted and asked, standing and giving him a hug. I just stood awkwardly since she's never actually met me yet. Three months of us together I don't really know how, but oh well.
"It was good, now I'm certified to open my own butcher place. Not that I will anytime soon though, I like Bill. He's a great boss." Dylan answered without hesitation. Damn we are good liars, I mean obviously not to each other but to everyone else.
She smiled and congratulated him on it then noticed me and asked, "Is this your girlfriend you still haven't introduced me to?" My eye twitched as I refrained from screaming at her about how rude it is to fucking ask someone else about who someone is right in front of their face.
"Yes. I am. Name's Skye, nice to meet you." I answered for her son, pure fakeness in my voice with a fake smile on my face. She couldn't tell it was fake, but I know Dylan could.
"Oh that's pretty, is it just Skye or is Skye short for Skylar?"
My chest tightened from how much I hate hearing my full name and through gritted teeth I answered, "It is short for that, but I strictly go by Skye."
She looked slightly puzzled and pressed, "Really? How come? Skylar is just as pretty."
Dylan stepped in, probably senseing I was about to lose my shit, telling her gently, "She has a bad history with it, let's leave it at that." His mom seemed to think for a few seconds before looking like she put puzzle pieces together. Which I didn't like, but I'll be okay with it just because I know she went through similar trauma.
"Are you two hungry? There's some snacks in the kitchen, help yourselves." She happily changed the subject, turning back to her weeding. We headed inside, Dylan rubbing my back comfortingly. For whatever magical reason it was partially soothing. Not gonna admit that though. There were chips, crackers and cookies on the counter in bowls. Hope they were put there like five minutes ago, otherwise they're probably gonna be stale as hell.
"Least she's a junk food snack mom not a god damn veggie platter for everything mom." I stated, grabbing a cookie.
Dylan chuckled and agreed then said, "A boys best friend is his mother." I gawked for a second before asking, "Did you seriously just quote Psycho from 1960? How long you been waitin to use that?"
We had both chuckled and he shrugged answering, "A while."
I just shook my head, quoting Princess Bride, "Inconceivable." Roxie perked her ears as the dogs upstairs ran down. Before they could thunder fully down and crash all over the place I put the whole cookie in my mouth and dragged Roxie into the backyard. I held her until the other two burst out the open door, then let her go before I got trampled. I mean I wouldn't have minded, just only when there isn't a cookie in my mouth. I laughed at the three of them playing then headed back inside, poked Dylan and flopped on the couch, hogging it all while continuing to chew my cookie. Dylan came into his living room, a smile on his face, then he sat on me. I coughed and choked on the bit of cookie left in my mouth. I teleported out from under him to stand a couple feet away, bent over hacking trying to stop dying.
"Holy shit snacks. Fucking fat ass." I coughed, a hint of teasing in my raspy tone. I headed over to the kitchen sink and ran the tap to take a few sips of water.
"You okay Skye?" I heard a female voice ask from behind me and turned to see Coral.
"Yeah, just got squished to death by your fat ass brother. I've managed to stay alive somehow." I answered, wiping the few drips of water from the corners of my mouth. She chuckled then we both burst out laughing when we heard the yelled, "Hey!!" come from the living room.
Dylan walked in playfully glaring at me and teasingly retorted, "Not my fault you were hogging the couch."
"Not my fault you weigh four thousand pounds." I jokingly shot back. He fake scoffed and put a hand on his chest. I smirked in amusement and added, "Don't worry, we'll get you the weight management help you need."
He gaped his mouth in offended shock and said, "Fuck you too Skye. Jesus."
I rolled my eyes as I smiled and replied, "Oh come on you know I'm fricken kidding. Besides there's nothing wrong with being bigger so long as you're not having health problems." A smile came to his face proving my point that he knew I was kidding about him being four thousand pounds. Though it's quite obvious because of the thousand part. Coral chuckled at our pretend argument.
The dogs outside barked a bunch so she asked, "Is that your dog out there?" I nodded in response. "She's like, the most beautiful animal I've ever seen." She said, amazement in her eyes.
I smirked, nodding and said, "I know right," I then added, "and I got her for free too."
Her jaw dropped and she asked astonished, "How'd you manage that?"
"She had a couple broken ribs, weren't immediately fatal, but she was at a shelter that couldn't afford to help her or move her to one that might've been able to. Since most people are heartless, according to them she wasn't adoptable so they were going to put her down. But then I came along and ruined those plans, fixed her up so she wasn't in pain anymore and here we are." I answered truthfully, adding, "Actually that was Dylan and I's first date."
Corals head snapped over to look at her brother and said, "Damn, talk about original date idea. Jesus." Dylan shrugged and smiled at me. "So proud of you being a good boyfriend little bro, who'dve thought." Coral added, having to bug Dylan because that's what big sisters do. I chuckled at Dylan rolling his eyes.
I casually asked Dylan, "Well, should I show you your surprise that I made while you were gone?" Too much socializing and being couplely in front of others for me. He acted excited and nodded, he has to since they don't know he's already seen it. We said bye to his sister and headed up to his room, which has a window facing the backyard. I flopped on the bed and sighed, glad to finally be away from other people, even if it was just Dylan's sister. He chuckled at me and laid beside me, putting his hands under his head. I glanced over and poked his armpit, making him do the tickle flinch thing.
"Fuck you." He said, pure amusement in his voice. I closed my eyes and smirked, pretending I actually knew he was ticklish, and tried to go to sleep. Dylan then tried tickling me back, because he's a fucking idiot. Like I keep saying. For the split second he touched my side I punched him in the arm, hard. "OW! FUCK YOU SKYE!" He yelled at me after.
I kept my eyes closed the whole time and smirked, "Well you should've seen that coming." I cracked my left eye open to find him glaring at me. "What?" I asked when there wasn't really his usual amusement in his eyes.
"That fucking hurt. So fuck you." He answered rubbing his arm.
I sighed and rolled my eyes then looked at him and said, "I know, it hurt me too you know. See?" I then held my right arm over for him to see/touch. There was a bruise faintly there the same size as the deeper one on his arm. He pressed on it, gradually pressing harder to see if it actually did hurt. "Ow." I complained, kind of dully compared to him.
"That's weird. But then again I felt it when your ankle was broken— what the fuck even happened to that? I saw you running on it like nothing was wrong with it, you just have super healing bones or something?" Dylan said then asked, furrowing his brows.
"Mildly yes I do cause hello shapeshifter, but I actually literally one hundred percent forgot it was broken. Both before and after the doctors kept bitching at me for them to fix it."
"So you didn't even let the doctors fix it?" He stupidly asked.
"Do you remember ANYTHING about me Dylan? Jesus fuck dude, you know how many broken bones I've god damn had? Besides I just ignored it like I always have and after mind linking you that first time it was fine." I stated, rolling my eyes exasperated.
"I mean.. It kinda makes sense. I am an angel. Supposed to help people, you needed help with your ankle. Sounds right. Although it is a little odd my wound healed as fast as it did..." Dylan replied, trailing off in thought.
"I gave you as much blood as possible without passing out from it, probably why. Also probably the culprit for you suddenly smelling like a shapeshifter."
He slightly gawked in awe at me, inquiring in amazement for some reason, "You donated your blood for me?"
"Well duh. Why are you surprised by that? I almost ripped your doctors face off just for trying to ask if I would've liked to." I snorted.
"Since when were we the same blood type? HOW are we the same blood type?" He pressed, still astonished.
"I don't know, since always I assume. As for how I imagine you should be able to receive any blood type in the case of needing more but I know jack shit about angels and how their blood works. With mine though I'm supposed to be able to heal enough to not need a blood transfusion. And my DNA is too weird for cops to ever gain anything from, it always changes and most of the time it comes up as an animal." I answered, not really caring too much.
Dylan gave up his questions and stated, "Well that's still pretty cool. And thank you." I shrugged and shot him a small smile.
"Okay well, now that we've figured that shit out and talked for hours let's get my dog and go to sleep." I said, getting up. But when I reached for the door handle I got turned around and somehow pressed against the door with Dylan right in front of me. "Really, how often you gotta do this?" I asked, trying to get my heart to calm the heck down.
He smirked slightly, leaning in so close his lips almost brushed mine, and huskily whispered, "As often as I can till it stops making your heart practically explode." Then he kissed my forehead and slowly opened the door, making me get out of the way. I growled at him as I huffed and glared after him, my heart going absolutely fricken nuts. Once we brought the dogs in, we brought Roxie up to his room with us and fell asleep soon after laying down.
I growled when I woke up with bright sun shining on my tired face. I adjusted how I was laying to be more comfortable and heard a thud(again) and a small yelp. I quickly looked over the edge of the bed and saw Roxie shaking herself.
"Aw shit snacks! Roxie I'm so sorry!!!" I exclaimed flinging the blanket and couching next to her to hug and pet her.
"Oh sure, you're sorry for shoving HER off the bed but don't give one shit for pretty well throwing me off." Dylan said, sounding like a kid. Was pretty cute... Just sayin...
"She's my baby. Of course Ima feel bad for shoving her off the bed. Geez," I paused to sigh in annoyance and said as I stood, "anyways, better get to school I guess." As Dylan got up I shifted my clothes, mainly just to see if it'd work.
Dylan raised a brow at me, I went to ask what but he answered, "In case you've forgotten I've already seen you naked, I don't think changing clothes is going to matter much after that." I crossed my arms and gave him my pissed off "oh really." face. He dropped it after that and just got changed and we headed to school.
As we headed to our third class my phone notified me that Kelsey was at the ice cream parlor. "What's that for?" Dylan asked.
"Kelsey's waiting for me, I'll be right back. Just tell the teacher I'm too busy trying to absorb his bullshit from last class or somethin." I quickly answered as I started walking backward towards somewhere to hide to teleport, looking at my phone screen. I took a couple big steps back forward to give Dylan a quick kiss then turned and speed walked down the hallway to the bathroom and teleported to just outside the ice cream place and waited for my perfect scare-the-shit-out-of-her moment. I would have been annoyed at her reason for needing me but it involves revenge on dumbass bitches, so I will gladly help train her to take them down. After we were done talking I teleported back to the bathroom stall and headed to class. I didn't bother to say anything, otherwise I'd be the one to get in crap not the teacher. I sat next to Dylan in the back of the class, feet up on the desk and pulled out my binder to draw. I ended up drawing a hoe bag being brutally murdered. I blankly stared at it and blinked. Glancing at Dylan's face told me he felt like me.
"Sometimes I think I'm not a sane person.. Is it bad that I don't care?" I whisper asked, still staring at my drawing. Dylan went to answer but before he could I quietly added, "Speaking of not sane, when can I go kill your pathetic shit of a dad?"
He chuckled and replied, "Later today if you want, you're training Kelsey later anyways right? Two birds one stone." I smiled, probably evilly, and nodded.