A/N: I honestly didn't realize that I haven't updated this since July 4th. I only received two reviews for chapter three which I'm thankful for! Hopefully I can get you guys to review MORE, I see a lot of follows and favorites which is cool also…but you CAN talk to me LOL! In chapter four of "Soul Meets Body" we meet Milan's mother, Greg, and a special guest? Also we get to peek in on Milan's relationship with Brian a little more if that's okay with you? WARNING – for slight sexual themes.


Do you know where your children are?

Because it's now twelve o'clock,

If they're somewhere on the street,

Just imagine how scared they are.

-Michael Jackson, "Do you know where your children are?"

No one ever listens, this wall paper glistens…

Don't let them see what goes down in the kitchen.

Places, places, get in your places

Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces.

Everyone thinks that we're perfect,

Please don't let them look through the curtains.

-Melanie Martinez, "Dollhouse."


Her fears climbed up her spine, created a web and clung to her bones.

It was late Saturday morning and Milan found every possible way taking her time going back across town to her mother's home. She wanted to go to Amsterdam and the only way she could do that is if she got her legal guardian to sign the permission slip, it's been five months now since Milan had last seen her mother. She remembered the night she left home: Milan and her mother got into a heated argument over Greg. Greg had raped her again and didn't bother to close the bedroom door, the door was left open a crack and her mother heard Milan's muffled cries. Greg decided that he would put a sock into her mouth to keep her cries quiet, she was face down on her bed with his hands wrapped around the back of her throat. Milan could see her mother's hazel eyes peeking through the crack. Milan's eyes met hers and her mother walked away continuing with the laundry.

Milan gave her mother the benefit of the doubt countless of times, but that night was the last straw. After gaining as much composure as she could when Greg left her bedroom, she cleaned herself up and went downstairs into the kitchen where her mother sat on Greg's lap laughing while holding onto a bottle of Jack Daniels. Milan stared at her mother with so much hatred, Wendy Belo hasn't seen that look in her daughter's eyes since Milan was fourteen. Wendy Belo always wondered if Milan would turn out to be just like her father. Greg stared at Milan with his natural dark eyes and a smirk playing on his lips as he eyed Milan while still having his lips attached to her mothers.

"You want something, princess?" Greg cooed breaking his lips from Wendy's.

Milan was shaking, her eyes wondered around the kitchen eyeing the huge butcher knife in the dish rack. She wanted this to end, she was tired of fighting and fearing this man. This was not how a man should treat a woman, he should not rip her from her innocence and just get away with it. Her mother was the one person she thought would protect her, her father left them and her mother was all she had left. She expected better. Wendy sighed pulling her too small shirt down to look at her only daughter, she sipped on her beer before slamming it down on the table.

"What is it that you want, we're busy?!" Her mother yelled.

Wendy Belo's voice resembled nails on a chalkboard, cringe worthy.

Milan calmed herself down by taking deep breaths and looked at her mother, "He raped me. He's continued to rape me…you witnessed it for the very first time tonight and you did, NOTHING!"

Greg started laughing, "She just doesn't want to see us together, babe. You know how kids are."
Wendy looked from Greg to Milan seeing her face shining with fresh new tears. She sipped on her beer and pointed her long red nails at her from over the small table, "I don't know why you're trying to ruin this for me. I've gave up everything to protect you and this is how you repay me? By ruining your mother's chance to have a normal happy life! I'll tell you this one last time, dear. You've got to stop with these stories or else I'll have to send you off so someone can look at your brain too."

Too? What did she mean by that? Milan felt her hands shaking, her face was turning a slight orange as she stared at her mother in disbelief, "You've got to be kidding! You saw with your own eyes, you looked right at me through the crack of my door and you walked away. You let this happen to me!"

Greg started to speak up by Wendy placed her hand on his chest to stop him.

"I don't know what I saw…maybe you're the one who seduced him. I don't believe anything you have to say to me right now, so you'll keep your mouth shut and march right back up those steps without another word. Do you understand me?" Her mother threatened.

Milan did not know who this woman was anymore. This was not the same woman who kissed her wounds to make them feel better, this was not the same woman who lay in bed with her running her fingers through her hair to calm her from her nightmares, this was not the same woman who did her hair every morning in front of the mirror humming a tune to her in Portuguese, this was not the same woman who gave birth to her.

Milan could not believe this. The next moment she had her hands wrapped around the butcher knife holding it out to the two human beings that messed up her life. Wendy was out of Greg's lap in a flash, eyes wide with fear as she stood back against the wall clutching onto the wall. Greg seemed a little surprised, but sat back in the kitchen chair with his arms crossed. Milan knocked over the closest chair, the table following after shortly. She charged at Greg before he could even get up, the knife was pressed to his throat. She could see him gulping and she pressed the blade closer to his skin making sure he bled, "What's the matter Greg? You don't like being on the other side? Does this hurt? Do you want me to stop? You never did when I asked you, so why should I?" She questioned her eyes wild.

Greg hissed as she kept pressing deeper and deeper. She finally looked him in the eyes, "It's because I'm nothing like you. I should end your life right here, right now."

She stepped back, Greg went to stand up but Milan picked up the chair she threw and smashed it against his face sending him tumbling to the ground. Milan wiped the falling hairs out of her ponytail to look at her scared mother, she walked over to her feeling some sort of relief that her mother feared her. She got right in her face smoothing down her mother's hair, "You know what? You really hurt me, mommy. You have no idea, how worthless you've made me feel all these years once that pig walked into our lives. You knew all this time didn't you? I didn't have to tell you that that man was hurting me, you knew! And I just kept thinking and waiting, thinking and waiting that you would be my superhero. You would save me but you allowed him to do it, you allowed him to hurt your child! What happened to protecting your children? How do you think I ended up with a swollen mouth, these bruises? It wasn't from playing stick ball at the field with the guys, but you also knew that! If the roles were reversed I would have done everythingto protect you. What happened to you caring about me, mommy? You're not a mother, you're a stranger."

Wendy's face burned with tears as she listened to her daughter voice her thoughts to her. Milan gave her a watery smile and stabbed the knife right into the wall next to her mother's head, "I'm leaving, and you'll never see me again. Take care of yourself, but you've been doing that for a while." Placing a kiss on her cheek.

She left her mother in the kitchen not bothering to watch her mother slide to the floor with sobs. Milan ran up the steps grabbing her already packing things, she carried her backpack, slung her bag over her neck and grabbed her suitcase leaving out of her bedroom window. Greg and Wendy didn't stop her from leaving, it was much easier then she thought. Milan roughly wiped her tears as she walked out of her neighborhood ignoring Bender's stare, she was free…

Milan blinked herself out of her daydreaming state, her hands were wrapped tightly over her steering wheel. She parked her kombi a few houses down from her mother's house, but she still had a perfect view of the house. It was not the worse house on the street, Bender's house was not the worse on the street either. Her mother's house sat back from the rode a little bit, the white paint was chipping and the stairs looked like they needed repairing. Milan remembered when they first moved into the house, her mother spent most of her time working on the house making it look like those houses in the magazines. The two worked on the house together without calling anyone to help them do so. It took longer, but as long as they were side by side it was worth it.

Sighing Milan ran her fingers through her straightened hair and pushed the door open, she placed a small smile on her face. She had to be positive about this whole situation. Ignoring the panic setting in her stomach she pushed herself walking down the sidewalk, she stopped looking over at Bender's house. His father's car was in the driveway, the door was cracked open…which it always was. Milan could smell the cigarettes from across the street, she wondered if John was home but she could not worry about that at the moment. She took a deep breath and looked at the white house she grew up in, the sliver car Greg drove was not in the driveway which eased her stomach somewhat. Milan turned her head to front of the house and squeezed the permission slip tighter to her chest. She frowned as she saw a young boy sitting on the front steps a joint pressed to his lips with his hands wrapped around it.

Slowly Milan made small steps over to the boy, his dark eyes that were off staring somewhere else flicked over to hers. He stared back at her blankly. His eyes looked familiar, his hair was also dark and tousled around, a sleeveless jean jacket with a long sleeve plaid blouse underneath and olive green khaki pants on. The mystery boy pulled the joint from his lips and held his hands out, "Can I help you with something?" He asked.

He did not say it rudely, there was a small smile playing against his lips. Milan now stood in front of him ignoring the smell of cannabis that hit her nose, "Hello…who are you?"

The kid let out a laugh, "Who am I? That's funny, you just walked over here and start questioning me? People here in Chicago are something else, I tell you."

Milan turned her head to the side and tried to place his accent, "Accept my apologizes, my intention is to never come off rude. It's just your sitting on my…my mother's front steps." She figured he was from New Jersey.

His dark doe eyes widen in surprise, "Oh…you're that bitch Wendy's daughter? Sorry, I didn't mean to call your mom a bitch or anything…" He started awkwardly but you could tell he didn't mean it.

Milan shook her head with a smile on her face, "Yes, I'm her daughter. If I was who I was five months ago and was standing in front of you I would of called her the same thing…but I'm in a completely different place now. You don't have to apologize to me."

The dark haired boy took a inhale of the joint again blowing the spoke in the opposite direction and smiled up at Milan.

"So I guess this makes up siblings…well step siblings." He stated.

Milan's mouth dropped as she stumbled over what she should say next. The younger kid before her started laughing but that soon started into a coughing fit, Milan squeezed the area in between his neck and shoulder coaching him to breathe. Soon his coughing fit stopped and a smile was written on his face once more.

"I'm Cole, your step brother." He said sticking his hand out.

Milan stared at his hand and shook her head at him, she was now seated next to him and threw her arms around his shoulders. Cole, who felt was surprised wrapped a hand around her back and gave it a little rub pressing his chin into her shoulder blade. When Milan pulled back she felt tears of happiness swimming in her eyes, "I'm Milan."

Cole stared back at her, "Nice! I'll call you Mew Mew."

Milan let out a small laugh as a few tears fell, "I'll call you Cole the mole."

Cole scrunched up his nose before laughing, "Cole the mole? What the? Nah, just call me Cole."

Milan poked his cheek, "Nope! I'm Mew Mew, you're Cole the mole! Moles are god's gift to earth, just like we are."

Cole let out a breath as after getting a good look at Milan, "Don't tell me you're a hippie, 'Cause I'm getting that impression."

Milan simply smiled at him leaning her chin on her knee, "I'm whatever I'm destined to be."

Cole raised his eyebrows and just nodded his head not needing her confirmation to know that his new step-sister was something along those lines. After a moment of sitting in silence, Milan stopped studying her new brother's features. He was a cute kid, and that amount of joy she felt inside of her was very welcoming. She could not believe her mother went and married Greg, out of all the men out there in the world she married a man who sexually abused her daughter. That woman was unbelievable.

"How old are you, Cole?" Milan asked watching him finish off his joint.

Cole blinked, his eyes rimmed with redness.

"Fifteen, you?"

"Seventeen," Milan whispered into the afternoon air.

"How come you weren't at the wedding?" Cole asked tossing the joint into the bushes.

Milan continued to smile, "I wasn't invited. My mother…your father, we aren't on the best of terms at the moment. I've been living with my Mom's sister."

"Say nothing more! They've gotten married last week, I've witnessed the two together it's disgusting. It's like I hardly exist. Your mother was okay when I first came around for the wedding, my dad…we hardly have a relationship but my mom keeps persisting that I have one since she lost her father right after she stopped talking to him. My mother, she's gay…which is some secret but I knew since I was freaking ten! My dad…he's just…uh. I don't trust him, he's drinking more than I can remember. He's loud, obnoxious and he just seems like a slime."

Milan let Cole continue to speak, she wouldn't voice what she thinks of Cole's father because where did that get her? Even though Cole spoke of her mother in a heated matter, she would not do the same…she would not sank into the person she was five months ago.

"Cole, where's your father?" Milan asked.

Cole leaned his elbows onto the step above the two, "He went to the corner store, but he's been gone for about half an hour."

Milan stood up and looked down at Cole who looked back up at her, "Holy shit! Your eyes are two different pretty colors, they're pretty don't let anyone tell you anything different."

"You're a sweet soul, Cole the mole. If your father does decide to show up, can you promise to stall him for me?" Milan asked smiling before turning serious.

Cole rolled his head around, "Sure, sure." He replied fanning her off.

Milan opened the door and step foot into the house. Everything still looked the same, the hallway was still narrow and the house still seemed to be narrow. You had a view of the stairs as soon as you walked in, to the left sat the sitting room which you stepped down into. The kitchen was to your left, a head popped out. Hazel eyes went wide as a woman stepped out of the kitchen with a wine glass in her hand a cigarette in the other. There stood Wendy Belo, she looked as if she saw a ghost.

Milan tipped her head at the woman in greeting, "I need something from you…"

Wendy Belo snapped out of her daze, Milan had touches off her mother here and there but she mostly favored her father. Her father had the same grayish blue eyes that Milan had in one of her eyes. Milan had her mother's lips, her mother's shape, her mother's hair but her eyes, nose, and attitude was her father's all the way…when he was sane.

She smirked, "You need something from me? You come back into my house after five months leaving me, and you need something from me?"

Milan breathed, "This is the only time you'll ever see me, and Aunt Tina will take care of the rest."

Wendy frowned at that, she did not know what that meant. Milan discussed the issue with her aunt late Friday night that she would be going to her mother's house to sign the permission slip. Her aunt could not get off free from the hospital, she did not want her niece facing her mother or Greg by herself but Milan had to.

Wendy signed and held her hand out for the slip, as Milan handed the slip over her mother snatched it into her grasp. Milan looked over at her mother, she looked worse. She looked thinner, her skin did not look as pretty as it used to. Her mother's hands were shaking as she looked over the slip taking a sip of her wine.

"What happened to your face?" Milan quietly asked.

Wendy's hazel eyes flickered up to her daughter's unique ones, but ignored the question.

"Come follow me into the kitchen, I'll sign this for you." Wendy said anxiously.

Milan followed after her mother, her mother was definitely into something else and that hurt her believe it or not. Wendy searched the kitchen for a pen as the slip sat on the table.

"I heard you got married, does your soul feel awakened," Milan said as she leaned against the counter.

Her mother appeared to be sweaty and it was not warm outside just yet, Milan said nothing though she just wanted to be gone. Although she appeared to be calm on the outside, she felt the fear as she stood in the kitchen.

Laughing her mother glanced at Milan taking her image in, she looked at ease. Happier. Milan stared back at her mother's dilated pupils, "I'm not sure what that means," Her mother said scribbling onto the side of the paper to get the pen to work.

The door barged open, "Wendy?!" A gruff voice yelled.

Wendy licked her lips and Milan breathed as Greg stepped into the room. He didn't see Milan just yet, he held a bag in his hand high in the air.

"I got the stuff," Greg laughed.

Wendy grinned at her new husband, "That's great baby, look who stopped by."

Greg tossed the bag onto the table towards Wendy who stared at the white substance like it was candy. Greg turned to look at Milan and smirked as his eyes wandered all over her body, Milan did nothing to hide his gaze. She stared right back at him, not cracking a smile like she usually would. She did not have it in her. She was still learning to forgive her mother, her step- Greg, and herself.

"Wendy…can you please," Milan pointed to the paper.

Wendy snapped out of it squeezing the substance and nodded grabbing a pen to scribble her signature. Greg stopped that from happening as he slammed his hand over the paper, Wendy jumped back staring at him with wide eyes. That was enough to give Milan the indication that Greg must be placing his hands on her.

"The little bitch wants something from us, now?! Oh how the tables have turned." Greg laughed as he grabbed onto the slip.

Cole stepped into the house now standing next to Milan to see what was going on. Wendy held her finger up at Cole anxiously, "I told you I don't want you in the house!"

Milan wondered what happened for Wendy to kick Cole out of the house. Cole just stared at her and crossed his arms, Wendy swallowed and looked at Greg who was reading over the slip.

"So you want to go to Amsterdam but you need a legal guardian to sign this shit? Well guess what, princess. You won't get anything signed." Greg smirked at Milan.

Milan would not let Greg stop her from exploring what the world has to offer, "Mom, please. All I need is for you to sign right on the dotted line and I'll be gone."

Cole didn't seem to like the sound of that as he looked over at his sister who stepped up pleading with her mother. Wendy bite onto her chapped lips and held her hand out to Greg who smacked her hand away, Wendy flinched pressing the bag to her chest.

"No, I don't think that's gonna happen! Hey! We'll make a deal with you, you move back into the house and I'll let Wendy sign it for you." Greg spoke a sinister smile playing on his face.

Milan smiled back at him, "You must think I'm a fool. I'm no fool Gregory, you just want me to come back here so you can rip me from my innocence again. Since I left my mind has turned into a garden, my thoughts are seeds, and I'm learning to grow flowers. I won't let you grow weeds. I am free."

Greg frowned at her not knowing what that meant. Milan looked over at her mother, "You will not sign this?"

Her mother just closed her eyes, which was Milan's answer. She signed and held her hand out to Greg, "May I please have my slip back so I can be on my way?"

Greg stepped into her space, his 6 foot frame towering over her smaller frame, "What are you gonna do to get it in return, hm?"

That's when Cole stepped in shoving his father back and snatching the slip handing it to Milan, "I knew you were no good!"

Cole clenched his fist as Greg laughed at him, Milan grabbed onto Cole's waist pulling him back against her.

"We can never obtain peace in the outer world until we make peace with ourselves," Milan whispered to the family.

She grabbed onto Cole's hand pulling him out the door with her, they stood at the sidewalk facing each other. Milan smiled up at Cole, "You protected me, like a real family member should and for that I'll always do be grateful. I want to do the same for you, I don't want you staying here with them…they'll corrupt you just like they've done to me."

Cole shrugged his shoulders, "I'll be alright."

Shaking her head Milan disagreed, "I won't let them destroy you like they're destroying their selves. I won't stand by and let that happen, not to you. I just met you and I feel like I have to protect you."

Cole said nothing as he stared down at his older but smaller new sibling. The only people that we're protective over him were his mother, and grandmother…not even his ex-girlfriend was like this towards him. It said a lot of Milan's character.

"Alright. If you want to protect me so bad, what are we gonna do?"

Milan smiled and started pulling him down the sidewalk, she stopped short at the stop side to see John Bender leaning against the pole clenching his wrist. Milan continued dragging Cole over to John. Milan stared up at a panting John, she did not need to know that his father got to him again. She ignored the new burnt mark on John's wrist and nodded her head to her car, John pushed himself off of the pole and headed to her car with Milan and Cole following. Cole sat in the back of the kombi and John sat in the passenger seat, Milan made sure both of the boys put their seat belts on before looking at John and back at Cole through her rear-view mirror.

"Johnny, this is my new step-brother Cole. Cole this my old friend, Johnny."

With a proud smile she started the car as the two boys greeted each other.


Milan brought the two boys back to her side of the town, it was now three in the afternoon.

"You boys hungry?" She asked the two heading down the hallway to the kitchen.

The two boys looked at the house in awe, the house was covered in Ivy when you first pull up. When arrive you don't notice the house right away, just fields. The house driveway was long and open, no wonder Milan was always at peace. Cole eyed the old vintage picture was placed on the wall as soon as you walked it, it was a picture of Milan and her Aunt Tina but it was obvious the two were much younger.

"Yeah, as long as you don't make any healthy shit!" Bender called down the hallway moving to sit down in the office chair that was to the right placed in a widely open area.

Cole shoved her hands into his pants pocket and moved into the area eyeing the books in the bookcase.

"So she is a hippie?" Cole asked looking over at Bender who was stretched out in the swirly chair.

"What made you guess that? Was it the hair? The way she talked? Or was it her freaking pants?" Bender asked sarcastically.

Cole laughed as he held onto a book and plopped down into a purple plush chair that was sat right in front of the office desk. Milan spent an hour cooking the two boy's dinner, she was interrupted as she was cutting the tomatoes. As she moved over to the phone she noticed a post it from her aunt.

Came back home for a quick lunch & you weren't here, I hope everything went smoothly. If it didn't make sure you call me as you see this! I should be hope by 6 by the latest. Love ya kid!

-Aunt T

If Greg was not there everything would have gone smoothly, there was nothing she could do about it now. She sadly placed the post it back onto the fridge and grabbed onto the phone.

"Belo residence?" Milan answered.

Someone breathed on the line making Milan frown, "Hello?"

"H-Hey, Milan," A lisp voice replied.

Milan grinned so hard she felt her cheeks hurting, "Blossom Brian! How is your Saturday? I hope it's lovely."

Brian was smiling on the other line as he twirled the cord with his finger, "It would be better if you were here," He attempted flirting not knowing that it was exactly flirting.

"Now Brian, you're making me blush," Milan teased.

Brian ignored his little sister gagging up at him, and attempted to push her out of the way but a glare from his mother stopped him from doing so. Brian gulped turning his back to his mother as he laughed, "Speaking of a better Saturday…I was w-w-wondering if you wanted to come over…for dinner with me and my family! Not just me, why would you want to spend time alone with just me?"

Milan's smile turned into a frown, "I would love to spend every second of my existence with you, to the point you'll have to push me away."

Brian was unsure of what this feeling was, of course this was all happening fast but that's what made it thrilling. He bit down on his lips, "See when you say things like that, I never know what to say to match up to that! Jesus!"

Milan's booming laughter filled the kitchen as she threw her head back, "That's okay, just your actions are enough. So what time should I arrive to your home? Should I bring a gift?"

"No, just you being there is a gift for me." He breathed into the phone unaware of the explosions going off in Milan's tummy. He quickly told her the time and the address before saying that he needed to help his mother prepare dinner.

Milan held the phone to her chest after the call ended, breathing heavily with a dreamy smile on her face. John stumbled into the kitchen with Cole following in after. John leaned against the island, "When's the food gonna be ready Millie? Uh oh, looks like someone is smitten. Was that Johnson on the phone?"

Milan bit onto her bottom lip and hung the phone up nodding her head; Then moved over to the stove to stir the noodles before turning the stove off.

"Who the hell is Johnson?" Cole grumbled.

John playfully shoved Cole's shoulder, "Millie's got herself a boyfriend. You don't have to worry, he's a brainiac…nice kid. Trust me."

Cole stiffly nodded his head.

Milan started making the two boys plates, "Yes, my blossom lights my soul on fire."

"Uh, is that a good thing?" Cole strangely asked his nose scrunching up looking over at Bender who just chuckled.

Milan twirled towards the fridge, "It's a magnificent thing, Cole the mole," She pushed two plates towards the boys, "I've prepared Whole wheat spinach mac 'n-'cheese with broiled tomatoes. There's plenty of drinks in the fridge, now if you excuse me I have to get ready for a date at my blossom's house."

Cole and John looked over at a running Milan with their mouths stuffed yelling, "What?"


Milan took a deep breath as she stood at Brian Johnson's parent's home, it was a decent sized home. The Johnson's did not live too far away Milan, only about twenty to twenty five minutes away. She was excited that Brian wanted her to meet his parents, they haven't talked much about their relationship and where they wanted to take things but this said enough. She rung the doorbell waiting for someone to answer. Shortly, the door was pulled open by Brian's little sister the one who was annoying him on the day of detention. She had brown hair, bangs and favored the mother.

"Hi, I'm Milan. It's a pleasure to meet you." Milan smiled at the young girl.

The young girl stuck her tongue at Milan, "Yeah I know who you are. You're that girl Brian won't shut up about, I can't believe how pretty you turned out to be. I'm Irina, come in." The little girl chirped holding the door open for Milan.

Milan eyed the inside of the house, although it did not matter to her it was really well kept inside.

"Hello!" A voice greeted.

Milan turned to see Brian's mother rush over to Milan, she did not miss the woman eyeing her dress. Milan wore a white bell sleeve lace dress, her straightened hair (which she decided to do this morning to stall from going to Wendy's and Greg's) was brushed back with a brown headband. Mrs. Johnson moved to shake Milan's hand, "It's so nice to finally meet you, I'm Brian's mother."

Milan smiled politely back at the lady for who gave birth to her blossom, she handed her a fruit basket.

"Hi, I'm Milan. Brian said not to bring anything but I could not show up to your fantastic home empty handed, I was taught better. We grew all of these fruits on our small farm, it's all fresh and I hope you enjoy them."

Milan could not place the look on Brian's mother's face but she smiled at the teen nonetheless thanking her. She asked the Milan and Irina to follow her into the dining room . Mrs. Johnson said she would be right back as she moved into the kitchen, Milan sat down across from Irina who leaned her elbows on the table bored.

"Just to prepare you, my mom is really judgmental so excuse any of the crap that comes out of her mouth." Irina blinked her brown eyes.

Milan nodded, "I can take criticism. Thanks for the heads up, hey how old are you?"

Irina fluffed her curls, "Never ask a woman her age, that's what my mom always says. I'm ten."

Milan's face held amusement as Brian and Mr. Johnson walked into the room. Mr. Johnson walked over to Milan kissing the top of her hand in greeting before moving to sit on the other end of the table, Brian placed a quick kiss on Milan's cheeks before his mother walked back into the dining room. Brian sat down in the chair next to Milan grinning at her. Mrs. Johnson placed the pan on the table.

"Milan, I hope you like Eggplant and Squash casserole."

Before Milan could answer Irina's groans were heard, "I thought you said we were having chicken, not this crap!"

Mr. Johnson held his laughs through his folded hands. Mrs. Johnson gave her youngest child a stern look, "Irina, what did I say about using that word? Now elbows off the table, let's say grace."

Milan sent a wink at Irina who just smirked at reply, Milan turned to her left grasping onto Brian's hand intertwining their hands and placed a kiss on the skin of his hand. Mrs. Johnson held her mouth open in shock, Mr. Johnson grinned at the two before clasping his hands together.

This was just the beginning of a radiant love story.


A/N: Stopping right here because I honestly have to! I've been sitting in the backseat of a friend's car writing this in the middle of a park. I've written this while listening to chillwave music, you should try it sometime to see what the outcome of your stories will be. Hopefully mine turned out decent, so this was obviously just a filler chapter. What is Milan going to do about the permission slip? How will the rest of the dinner at the Johnson's go?

This story will have 10-15 chapters, my update days are usually Sundays, Wednesdays (I was too lazy to update yesterday), and occasionally on Saturdays depending on what I'm doing. Nine more days until my birthday, yes I'm getting old! Leave a review and stay tuned!

ALSO I'm picturing Cole as a young Ralph Macchio, how do you guys like him? I'm also picturing Larry as Dane Dehaan with glasses. I know he's not an old time actor just yet but I adore him.

-ALovelyEccentricSoul xXx