Hype's POV
"Hype, wake up," Ike nudges me, "come on, I know your tired, but have to wake up. Happy Valentine's day by the way"
"Wake me up when I care." I snap. "Oh, and happy Valentine's Day."
"Well then," he says, he puts his head in the crook of my neck as I turn over, shoving my face deeper into the pillows.
"Hype, if you could do anything you wanted today, what would it be." He says. It takes me some time to think as he coaxes me out. I think for a second and look into his eyes, he really means it.
"To eat ice cream in bed all day," I smile. He gives me a shake as he goes to the closet. Picking out his clothes for the day, light colored pants with a pink polo shirt for the occasion, I smile at him
"Where are you going?" I ask as he leaves the bedroom.
"To make your wish come true," he smiles. I sink into the bed a bit as sunlight draws me out from under the coves. Pulling out my laptop, I simply copy down a cheesy love letter for him, shove the card in an envelope and seal it just as he gets home. Still in my nightgown, Ike comes back with a large bundle of bags, he thought of everything.
"Wasn't sure of what flavor you wanted, but I got a quart of vanilla, chocolate and strawberry and a pint of mint, German chocolate and finally, cookies and cream ice cream," he says happily as he empties the bag. "I also got you a special ice cream spoon," he smiles cheekily as he pulls the spoon out of his back pocket.
"You got a spoon engraved," I smile happily as I take it, noticing the sentence at the head.
"Read it to me, he says grabbing another spoon from the kitchen. He comes back in sees me snicker as he closes the curtains. Just enough light filters into the room as I can see everything at the park at high noon.
"Calories don't count on this spoon?" I ask as he snickers. He also hands me a dozen red roses and a card, in which I open hastily.
Hype,
Dearly beloved, you are the light of my life no matter what happens. I love you for you and I hope society isn't being as big as a bitch as it used to be.
As I lie in my bed,
Your name running through my head.
All I can think of is you
And all that you do.
The way you look at me.
I feel as if I'm in a dream.
The blue sky
Reminds me...
I love you forever and always Hype. I hope you feel honored this Valentine's Day and I hope we have more in the years to come.
~Ike O'Malley

"Hope you like the card; dig in," he smiles, popping open the mint. I reach for the cookies and crème as he makes a face.
"Oh, I also got toppings: chocolate syrup, caramel and whipped cream, chocolate and rainbow sprinkles, and if we so do desire, a jar of cherries." He says, pulling them onto the bed. I laugh in delight he dabs wiped cream on my nose.
"Just a little more," Ike says, shaking another bottle of chocolate syrup. "Perfect, just like you."
"We are so going to throw up later," I laugh as I scrape the cookies and crème clean out of its container. Neither of us really wants to get a trash can so I put the lid on and toss it to the side. He looks at me and kisses my forehead as he gets up to get undressed. He crawls back into bed with his undergarments on as I reach for the quart of vanilla.
"You better share that," he smirks.
"It was my idea," I smile as he picks up the cookies and crème container.
"Wow, never thought that you could clean out a container that clean, looks like nothing has even been in it." He smirks. I smile as he holds out the jar to me as I spoon out vanilla into the jar.
"Let me dress it for you," he says, taking the larger container and squirting in at least two ounces of chocolate and caramel syrup, whipped cream, half a jar of rainbow sprinkles and two cherries.
"I'm going to have a heart attack," I kid as I each for Ike's container. I drop in caramel syrup, rainbow sprinkles and three cherries.
"I don't like cherries," he whimpers, I roll my eyes.
"It's okay, I don't either," I smile.
"Then why did I get them?" he questions.
"Because you love me, that am why," I say, he pulled me close for a long lingering kiss as I drop a bit of ice cream on the bed. I give him a 'who cares' look as we continue on. By the end of the day we have a pint of chocolate, strawberry and German chocolate, half a jar of cherries, and half a bottle of Carmel and a cup of chocolate sprinkles. No doubt one of us threw up and surprisingly, it wasn't me. It was Ike. I lead him into the bathroom and he hangs over the trash can, vomiting everything he consumed today, and it was a lot. I carefully lead him back to the bed as he threw up more than one time. He hit his head on the first time coming back. He lays in bed looking like he did before he got the ice cream, and it's crazy, we have so much left. I feel bad for them but we all are tired after consuming so much ice cream. I lay next to him and he sits up, just to rub my stomach. We don't do anything, but just admire everything about him. It's really early, but still we go back to sleep for a nap, but none of us have plans from five o'clock onward besides dinner, but we are already full anyways.
"I love you baby," I say, kissing his cheek as I burrow under the covers and flutter my eyes. In an instant, I fall asleep.

Hype's POV
Lightly raining, I look into his steel grey eyes and he finally obliges.
"Thank you Oscar," I coo as we begin to strip in the alleyway. I'd hate to do it in public, but Ike is still asleep and I've been waiting all night for this. Secretly planning on it with Oscar who seems a bit wearier, striped, Oscar puts our clothes and undergarments under a shelf of cardboard and sheet metal to protect it from the rain; may smell like shit later, but better than having to walk home. Lying me down on a cardboard box supported by two trash cans, he injects into me standing up and I reach for him as he picks me up and holds me against the brick wall, wrapping my legs around his body.
"Why are we doing this Hype? If Ike or Lavender found out, they'd kill us." He states. "Lavender means the world to me and I don't want to lose her, you should feel the same way about Ike."
"Well, it's not like Ike is bad at sex it's just it hurts way more it should, you know?" I whisper as he slowly nods.
"Well not at all, Lavender and I haven't gotten that far," he sighs. My back hurts but it's worth it as he thrust a little deeper into me.
"So wait, I took your virginity?" I ask. He nods yes. "Ike took mine, and I took his. Now I'm taking yours? Oscar, I am so sorry." He waves it off and kisses me as I straddle him and he moans. Separating his thighs a little more, making sure to not lock his knees, the penetration goes deeper and soon we have to stop so I can put my legs off of him. Now almost maybe seven people stroll on the streets to their jobs.
Ike's POV
Starting to rain, I drape my hood over my head and start for home as I hear a faint noise up ahead in the next alleyway. On the other side of the street, I realize I have found my noise. Seeing two figures, I shrug at it and continue walking, but it bothers me and I don't know why. Taking a second look, I realize Oscar Delancey has a girl pushed up against the wall and she's crying. I feel the need to rescue her because of his crooked ways, but he seems to be soothing her and so enough, the crying stops. The streetlights finally come on and I tug my jacket tighter. The girl finally takes her hands away from her face and I realize it's Hype. In shock, I shout her name and she looks in my direction clearly confused. She looks back at Oscar and kisses him quickly as she flees away from his grasp. He catches her last second and I see her wince from her scars. Oscar kisses her one more time deeply and lets her go as she flees towards home as well.
Hype's POV
"Hype I found you!" Ike shouts as he approaches. His eyes widen at the sight as tears line my eyelids.
"No, Ike you don't understand," I plead. He balls his hands into fists and grabs me.
"Get your clothes we are going." He growls in my ear.
"Ike, just listen," I whine.
"Get your clothes we are going," he growls.
"Ike," I protest one the last time as he gets real close to me, almost pushing me against the wall.
"You have nothing to say to me. We are leaving." He states for the last time.
"Ike, no it wasn't like," Oscar starts.
"I'm sorry Oscar but I believe I don't give a fuck right now." He growls as he motions for me to get my clothes back, change and drag my sorry ass home.

The moment he slams me against the wall of our apartment I know he's drunk.
"Ike, you had no right to do that for me!" I shout as he advances towards me.
"You had not right to have sex with Oscar in front of my face." He growls.
"Ike, just stop it." I cry.
"I'll stop when one of us is dead," he snaps as I make a quick getaway and flee to the bedroom, bolting myself in and slamming the window shut. Tears are streaming down my face as I pick up the blade; go through all of the worthless quotes about how you should not cut.
"Ike, you said you would always be here for me," I yell, slicing my skin as blood flows immediately from it. "You said you love me for me and I slipped up one time." I scream. It starts pouring rain as night falls and I slip the blade across my left arm a few more times. Setting the blade down, I turn on the shower and cry my heart out. People say the best place to cry is in the rain because no one realizes you are crying, but I like my privacy and there is no way I'll be facing that bastard tonight. The water steams my skin, leaving it soft and bloodless. I think about cutting more, but I just can't. I get out, towel off and bandage my entire arm and fall asleep in bed. Crying as the rain falls and the thunder shakes the building. Lightning flashes past the bedroom window as I scream out in agony. Wake up in the morning to soggy sheets and messy hair; the bandage on my arm is soaked with blood as I change it and put a clean one on and add pressure in various places. Using Vaseline to stop the bleeding in some parts of my arm, I apply some to my dry elbows, lips and cuticles as it softens them. Especially for my lips as winter is a beast for drying out skin. I apply a small amount to my hair as I know it prevents split ends. Vaseline is a girl's best friend when it comes to beauty to me and I enjoy it as it's a gentle product. Changing and coming out of the bedroom, I see Ike's eyes glazed over on the couch. Scarred he's dead; I make slight noises accidently waking him. He awakes in shock and looks at me. Growling, he turns back over to sleep, knowing what he heard last night, I feel sorry for him. I guess I'll have to apologize to him later, but as soon as I make this discussion, Ike's arms are around me as I protect myself from his hugs and I face him.
"Hey Ike," I whisper as he pulls me into my arms gently. A tear slips down my face and I smile. "I love you."