♠Private~NeoN.greeN♠ by XxxTwilightWolfxxX

Mike shook his head. "It's fine....Did he see the hickey?" he asked, gulping and turning red.

Her hand went to her neck, covering her hickie. "No... I don't hink he did."

"Then again, he could've kicked my ass, so, I guess not." Mike chuckled weakly. "So, you alright?" he asked, yawning.

"I twisted my ankle on my way down the stairs before you left, but other than that, I'm fine." she said, shrugging.

"Aw sh*t, you ok? I'm so sorry!" Mike apologized, feeling horrible.

She nodded. "I'm fine! Barley hurts anymore. Alex took care of me."

"Oh, then I guess I should thank him. What did your dad say? Am I ever allowed in the house again?" Mike asked, sighing.

"I'm not sure. I haven't talked to him yet." She said. "I'll call you again after I have the courage to face him again."

"Courage? We were just kissing. I'm sure it'll blow over." Mike smiled, chuckling.

"Yeah, but... I haven't been in trouble with him." She said softly.

"Yeah but, the guy, he's gotta understand. He was a kid too.." Mike said, sighing. "Don't worry."

"Yeah... Want me to call you later?" she asked.

"Yeah, will you? I got tons of chores to do today." Mike mumbled, groaning.

She nodded. "I'll call you before you go to bed." she said.

Mike smiled. "Thanks, sweetie. I'll call you probably. Talk to you later." he said, blowing a kiss on the phone and hanging up. Alex sighed as he heard noises from the kitchen. Their dad was making dinner and probably was angry as well. Getting up, he went to Sami's room. "Hey, Sami, you want me to bring dinner up to you? I doubt you'll try to go downstairs and back again."

"Is he mad at me?" she asked, looking over at Alex as she closed her phone. She haden't been in trouble in a long time and she had never been in trouble with Charlie so she didn't know what to expect.

"Nah, but he is a little bit. Just for the fact that you let yourself get caught making out. If you locked the door, then ok. But...he'll relax after tonight." Alex smiled. "He's not cruel, so, no worries." he said, stretching.

Sami nodded. "Alright, then I'll go down stairs for dinner. I've got to walk sooner or later and maybe the fact that I'm wounded will make him feel sorry for me." She smiled, sitting up and looking at her ankle. "It doesn't look that bad."

Alex sighed, shaking his head. "You just love to push it. Ok, just let me help you down the stairs at least." he said, helping Sami up from the bed. He almost expected her to fall over in pain.

She slowly stood up and put her foot on the ground, putting a little pressure on it. She gasped, no, almost screamed and held into Alex's hand tightly.

Alex held Sami up in his arms, shaking his head. "Told you. Now, lay in bed. I'll bring you your dinner, ok?" he said, sighing as he placed her back onto her bed. He then left the room, going downstairs and telling his dad to give him a plate early, she wouldn't be able to come down. Charlie wasn't as angry, but it still bothered him and showed on his face.

Sami smiled. Alex was really strong being able to pick her up like that and he handled her with such care. She sat on the bed, putting her foot on a pillow. She'd need a brace or something for the next few days. That's what the doctors said to her brother.

Alex soon came up within twenty minutes, platting the food and trying not to look at his father's glare was a task. "Ok, lasagna with garlic bread." he said, licking his lips and placing it over her lap after putting a pillow there. "Enjoy. I'm gonna go devour the rest." he grinned, leaving the room.

"Alex! Save me some more in case I want some more." She yelled before he could get to far away from her room.

Alex grunted. "Yeah, yeah!" he said, rushing downstairs and grabbing himself a plate. Obviously he left at least three more pieces after his dad was eating his. Sitting down with him at the table, it was silent. "Dad, you're not really that mad are you?" "No, but I can't help but worry. She just got here and now she has a boyfriend who wants to get into her pants....God." Charlie scoffed, looking at his son with even more worry.