“Hey, wake up,” I said, walking into his room.
It was a little messier than I expected it to be, but that had to be all Bobby. The clothes strewn about appeared to be his, and his art supplies clogged up the floor. Milo lay in bed at a weird angle with his feet dangling off the side.
“Why?” Milo mumbled, his face buried in his pillow.
“Cause.” I jumped on the bed next to him harder than I needed to, making it bounce him up.
“Why are you even up? You’re never up before me.” He rolled onto his back so he could face me. “What time is it?”
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“It’s six. It’s not that early,” I said. “Where’s Bobby?”
“School. He has a night class,” Milo yawned. “Where’s your better half?”
“He’s… out,” I answered vaguely. Milo didn’t even notice I tried to be secretive, but I decided I couldn’t keep it from him anyway. “Okay. If I tell you something, you promise not to tell anyone?”
“No.” Milo wasn’t intrigued by the prospect of a secret, and I hated him for it.
This happened all the time growing up. I wanted to tell him a secret, but he never cared, so he never had to agree to any provisions. His apathy was pretty tricky.
“No, you actually do wanna know this, but you can’t tell anyone. Not yet. I’m just not ready for people to know,” I said.
“I’m still telling Bobby,” he said, stifling a yawn.
“Fine! Tell Bobby,” I sighed. “But come on. You have to pretend to be excited about this.”
“Why?” Milo raised an eyebrow. “I can’t imagine what you’d tell me that was exciting. My room is right next to yours, and I know that you slept alone last night, so… it can’t be that good.”
“Ugh!” I groaned. “Good. Now I’m glad that we’re moving out. I’m sick of your attitude.”
“You’re what?” That got him. He sat up, propping himself up with his arms, and looked at me. “What did you say?”
“Jack wants us to move out,” I lowered my voice so Mae wouldn’t be able to overhear. “He’s out looking at apartments right now.”
“When you say ‘us’ you mean….” He waited for me to fill in the blank.
“Me and him, and you and Bobby, if you want to.” I tilted my head. “Does Bobby actually live here? Or does he have a residence somewhere else?”
“He technically lives in a dorm, but he hasn’t spent the night there since we met.”
“Don’t you think you’re moving a bit fast?” I asked. “You’re incredibly young to be living with a boyfriend.”
“Did you really say that to me with a straight face?” Milo raised an eyebrow at me.
I thought about trying to make some kind of point about how his situation was different than mine, but I just forgot about it. If we were normal kids living a normal life and going to high school and living with our mom, yeah, this would probably be weird and wrong. But we’re not.
“Never mind. That wasn’t the point.”
“So you’re really moving out?” Milo asked.
“I don’t know. Jack really wants to, and he has a lot of good points. This house is getting too small for all of us, as crazy as that sounds, and neither of us should be living under the same roof as Peter.”
“Yeah but… you want us to move with you?” Milo asked carefully.
“Yeah. Jack’s looking for places in the area that would be big enough for all of us.”
“But… what about you?” He looked at me seriously. “I know that you’re still having problems getting your bloodlust under control, and you don’t trust yourself enough to even sleep with him. How is that gonna work living together? Without Ezra to fix everything if something goes wrong?”
“I don’t know,” I sighed. “I’ve thought of that too. But I don’t know what else we can really do.”
“Not move out,” Milo suggested.
“I just don’t see how staying here could really work.” I resigned myself to moving out even though I wasn’t sure that’s what I really wanted. It just didn’t make sense to do anything else.
Milo lay back in bed and didn’t say anything for a bit. He was always better at coming up with logical solutions. My actions were based more on my heart and temper, which is probably how he managed more success as a vampire than I did.
It still shocked me that he had been the one that nearly killed his boyfriend, and not me. That actually happened because he had so much more control than me. Everyone gave him too much credit. The fact that I had no impulse control is what actually kept me from murdering Jack. Nobody trusted me to be alone with him, so I never had the chance to bite him, not like Milo and Bobby.