★ Alissa ★

Miles poured the soup he made into the bowl, while I sat on the kitchen chair with my legs crossed. My mouth has been hurting all day and I can't eat anything you need to bite into. After trying to eat an apple for breakfast, I've been fighting back tears ever since.

While placing the bowl down in front of me he told me, "I think I should take you to the dentist."

"It's fine, once Christian is back with the Tylenol I'll be fine," I told him, taking a spoonful of the soup and blowing on it.

"Wait," He told me, making me put the spoon back down.

He bent down to be my height and placed his hand on my chin gently, "Open."

"At least buy me a drink first," I joked, but my smile got wiped off my face by the pain coming from my mouth.

He gave me a look like he being was serious and not joking - so I opened it. He held onto my chin and tilted my head up, looking at the side of my mouth that I was complaining about. 

He studied it for a few moments before dropping my chin, "It's your wisdom teeth. Get changed, I'm taking you to the dentist."

"Miles-"

"Not arguing about this," He cut me off, placing a kiss on the top of my head.

I let out a sigh, seeing on his face that he wasn't going to change his mind. I made my way upstairs, changing into jeans and a black shirt. I put on some Doc Martens before walking back down the stairs, Miles standing at the door waiting for me.

I winced and my hand went to the side of my face, the sharp pain coming back. As Miles went to open the door, it swung open from the other side. Detroit walked in, holding a bottle of Tylenol, Advil, and a liquid bottle. He shrugged at me, "Sorry. I didn't know which one you'd want."

Miles told him, "Put it in the cupboard in my bathroom. I'm taking her to the dentist."

Miles put his hand on my lower back as we walked out to his car, my jaw feeling like it could freaking fall off at any moment. Once we started driving I asked, "Is your dentist going to be fine with this?"

"I'm paying him to be fine with it," He replied.

I thought for a second. This is going to hurt, isn't it? Or I'll be asleep, so maybe it won't. 

I'm gonna be high after. 

Fuck me.

I tapped my foot anxiously while we drove, rubbing the part of my jaw that hurt. Once we pulled into the driveway, I entered with Miles, but he told me to sit down while he talked to the girl at the desk. They talked for a while and a dentist with grey hair came out, talking to Miles for a few minutes before waving his hand at me to come.

I got up, walking nervously over to him. Miles noticed my look and told me, "Don't worry. I'll be waiting right here for you."

I took a deep breath, nodding my head. 

I entered the dentists' office, and he asked me some questions. He then looked in my mouth and took X-rays of it, before coming back in and telling me we did have to remove my wisdom teeth.

He told me I'd be asleep during it and not feel any pain, but it was how I'd feel after that I was nervous about. 

I counted from 10 backward in my head as he put the mask over my mouth, sending me into a state of unconsciousness.

The second I woke up, my body felt like jelly. I wasn't in pain anymore, in fact, I felt like I was floating. Am I floating?

"You feel better?" Miles' voice asked from beside me, and my mouth tried to smile at the sight of him.

I told him, "Floating feels so cool. I keep getting closer to the ceiling."

"You're sitting, baby."

I looked around the room, my vision slightly blurred. I shook my head and told him, "I'm definitely floating."

The dentist came back in, asking me how I felt. It was a little bit hard to talk with gauze in my mouth, but I think my words sounded pretty clear. At least to me, they did.

But I guess to the idiot dentist they didn't because he asked me to repeat myself. I turned slowly to look at Miles and told him seriously, "If he asks me to repeat myself again somebody is going to die."

The corner of Miles' mouth turned up, and he went over to the dentist and started whispering to him. They're probably talking about me. How rude? I'm floating right here, say it to my face.

Once they were done talking, the dentist waved goodbye to me and said, "It was nice meeting you, Alissa."

I stared at him. I don't like him. 

He left at my silence and Miles suddenly picked me up, carrying me out of the room. Huh, maybe I wasn't floating. 

As we got outside, the sun made me squint my eyes. Miles put me in the passengers' seat and did my seatbelt up, followed by him pulling my hair up into a ponytail. He walked around the car and got into the drivers' side before telling me, "For the next 24 hours you can't eat any solid foods, okay? So what do you want me to get for you to eat."

"Pizza."

He looked at me with raised eyebrows, "Alissa. I just said you can't eat any solid foods."

I nodded my head, which nodded super bouncily, "Okay."

"So what do you want to eat?"

"Pizza."

He rubbed his temples before starting his car. He started to drive while telling me, "I'm gonna get you some ice cream."

Why the hell can't I eat pizza.

He asked me if my mouth felt any better while he drove, but I was mad at him over the pizza so I crossed my arms and didn't reply. I think I'm floating again. 

He parked in front of an ice cream place, locking me in the car once he got out. If I can't eat pizza, then he can't eat any of his gum.

I looked around his car for where he had his pack of gum, and I don't know how long it was until I found it. Once I did I opened it, grabbing a piece and starting to unwrap it. 

I went to put it in my mouth when the drivers' door flew open, followed by him grabbing it out of my hands. My jaw dropped and he told me sternly, "No. Eating. Anything. Hard."

I rolled my eyes, muttering under my breath, "I guess you aren't getting head tonight then."

Although I wasn't making a joke, a smile formed on his face anyways. He held onto the cup of ice cream he got me and told me I couldn't have any until we got home after I asked for the spoon to try and pick the lock of the car. 

Once we pulled back into his driveway, he came around to my side and carried me inside again. He walked upstairs, put me on the bed, and put the cup of ice cream beside me. I sat with my legs out in front of me, so he came over and untied my shoes before removing them for me.

Him removing my shoes made me look down at my pants. I told him, "I don't want to be wearing jeans. Or this shirt. Can you get me some clothes?"

He opened one of the drawers where I've been keeping my clothes. He held up a pair of grey sweatpants and a white sweatshirt and asked, "This work?"

I nodded my head so he came over to me, setting the clothes down in front of me. I pulled my shirt off and unclipped my bra, not caring that my bare chest was exposed. I looked up to see if Miles was looking, but he was looking away.

I pulled the sweatshirt over my head and tried to stand up to change my pants. My legs felt numb, causing me to fall forwards onto the bed. I let out a groan and asked, "Miles can you help me change?"

He turned around, walking over to be standing in front of me. I put my legs out and he pulled my jeans off, grabbing the sweatpants and pulling them onto my legs. Once it was time to put them over my ass he helped me stand up, pulling them all the way. 

Once I was fully changed and sat back on the bed, I looked up at him and asked, "Were you looking at my ass?"

"Nope."

"Do you wanna touch my ass?"

"Of-fucking-course. Once your ass is back to normal," He replied, handing me the cup of ice cream.

I leaned my back against the pillows he propped up for me, staring at the movie he just put on. I put the ice cream in my mouth, happy with the choice he picked. He sat beside me, putting his arm around the pillow I was leaning against. 

As I ate my ice cream and watched the movie he asked me, "Does your mouth still hurt?"

"Nope," I replied, not really being able to feel anything.

"Good," He nodded, "Scares the fuck out of me when you're in pain."

"Well right now I'm not in pain. I'm high," I said to him as if it were a huge deal.

When his face didn't look surprised, I lowered my eyebrows. I asked him, "Oh my God. Do you do drugs?"

He laughed slightly, grabbing my spoon and taking a spoonful of ice cream. He put it into my mouth before telling me, "I have, but not regularly. And not in years. Shits stupid."

"Which drugs?"

"Cocaine once. Or maybe twice. Definitely no more than ten."

My jaw dropped, "That's bad, Miles!"

He smiled, scooting over to be closer to me. He played with my hair while telling me, "Don't worry, I'm not gonna be doing it ever again."

"I might."

He shook his head, "No you're not."

"Who's gonna stop me?"

"Me."

I rolled my eyes, taking my final mouthful of ice cream. I put the empty cup down on my nightstand beside me, leaning my body onto Miles'. I said out loud, "I'm tired. And my mouth is starting to hurt again."

"I'll get you some ice," He replied, standing up off of the bed.

I watched the movie in front of me until he came back with an ice pack, sitting down beside me. I leaned my head on his shoulder and he held the ice pack to my jaw, not complaining even though I knew his arm was probably getting tired. 

He rubbed circles against my jaw with the ice pack and told me quietly, "You can take a nap, baby."

My heart suddenly swelled and I felt all lovey. I turned over and gave him a hug, squeezing him tightly. He hugged me back, his hands rubbing up and down my back. 

I said in his ear, "You're so nice to me."

"Cause you're my fucking girl."

I smiled - or at least I tried to smile with my numb mouth. I told him, "I love you, Miles."

His arms around me tightened, pulling me closer to him. I shut my eyes while hugging him, and before drifting off he whispered in my ear, "I love you too."