Hype's POV

Looking off at the ledge of the building, I gasp and pull back. It's just so high, I thought, but it would most defiantly kill me, if I'm lucky. Sitting further away I begin to cry. I just can't do it. Ike needs to know, but he would stop me. Maybe if I just accidently fell and died, no, stop. What am I even thinking? Even if I tried, Ike knows I'm afraid of heights, but even then people say you must face your fears one way or another. I wipe my eyes, looking downwards at the taxis, the citizens and the confusion; I teeter slightly, and then jump back. Why do I not think I'm not good enough to live anymore? I don't know. Wait. Stop. Hold on. When have I ever questioned the way I am? I mean, I've contemplated suicide before but I never planned on actually committing it. Feeling awful, I begin to throw up a little and I know that if I live, I have to tell Ike of the baby. He'll kill me and Oscar for sure, but I wouldn't have to hide anything from him. If the walls in the apartment could talk, I don't know if I could live like this anymore. I shed a few more tears, and then wipe them away; looking at my scars, I know what I must do. Blowing a kiss to the sweet colors of the sun, I take one last breath of air and jump off the ledge.

Ike's POV

I hear shouts of alarm all around me as I look up. A figure plummets to the ground as I realize it's Hype and instincts kick in as I catch her in an awkward bridal style. I open my eyes as glares form around me and I sit up a little, not realizing what was happening. I rub my head and get praise from everyone not knowing what I did and then it hits me hard. Hype tried to commit suicide by jumping off a ten story building. I look at her groggily, her eyes are closed and she has a peaceful look on her face. She looks dead but she really isn't as I feel her chest, her pulse is still going at a faster speed, probably from adrenaline, but her pulse is still beating as I rush, take her to the hospital.

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"She will be all right, but she broke her arm so that may take a few months to heal, She also has a few cuts and a bruise on her back, if you hadn't caught her, she certainly would have died. You have some problems of your own too; you dislocated your elbow and nearly broke your left hand. It seems the way she landed on you; you have several bruises on your legs. But the good part is that if you caught her any other way or if she had more body mass, she would have broken your spine. She defiantly used you as a cushion as you have had a slight concussion when she fell on you. " Dr. Farley says sternly. Dr. Farley is our dad's friend and we've gotten to talk several times. He likes Mike and me, but I think he likes Mike a little more until today as I discreetly told him she broke her arm by a suicide attempt. Prescribing other pills for her to take to heal her cuts and anorexia, he wants her to be bulimic, thought it ruins the esophagus. Pulling me aside for more information, I follow him into an x-ray room. "Ike, I hate to tell you this, but because the way she jumped of the edge of the, and the way she landed, she also had a miscarriage." I look at him for a long time as I wordlessly turn away from him. Mad at myself and mad at Hype. Mad at myself because when I abusive her, she just has to get away from me; and I believe Oscar takes advantage for that and they had sex together. Facing the wall, I shove my hands in my pockets as Dr. Farley comes to console me.

"How many months old was the kid?" I ask miserably.

"The little girl or boy was about two months old, so her belly wasn't expanding normally. Possibly from being anorexic for however many months." He explains.

"Oh," I say hoarsely and cough, trying to hide my tears.

"Something tells me that this was not your kid." Dr. Farley says sternly.

"I have my suspicions," I whisper.

"I'm sorry for your loss," he says promptly.

"I am too," I frown, turning to face him. "I'll tell her about the miscarriage and all. But I think it's time we need to go home."

"Just be careful with her boy, and watch out for yourself too, should I tell your parents about this?" he asks, I shake my head.

"They don't care." I say softly.

"Alright then, come back in a few weeks for a follow up and I'll see you then." He says professionally as he directs me back to the room to get Hype. Daydreaming, when I come into the room she cocks her head to the side and I offer my hand. Blushing, she takes it as we walk back to the apartment. Well, half walking, half me carrying her, but I don't care. She needs it more than I do.

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Back home, I lay her down on the bed gently, caring for her and caressing her.

"Ike, I'm" she starts.

"No, no Hype. It's ok; we're still together, together." I mutter.

"No but Ike."

"Hype, I love you, you know that?"

"Ike just listen," she cries, touching my face, "please don't touch me. I just need to, I don't know. Will it hurt you if I was alone by myself?"

"Hype," I object.

"Baby," she whines, I look into her flushed out baby brown eyes and gently kiss her cheek.

"Just let me take care of you," I say gently, "at least let me draw you a bath. I may be hurting to, but."

"Ike, no you don't need to," she emphasizes.

"I'm doing this because I love you." I state somewhat sternly. She nods and lies her head on the pillow as I fill the basin with steaming water, put her in and start washing her gently. Stepping out of the tub, I leave her there until she's ready to come out. "Hype," I say before leaving, "just promise me you'll be okay?" she nods as she leans her head back swishing the water a little as she moans. I smile at her before I exit. In bed alone, I trace where Dr. Farley said I have bruises and such and begin to apply pressure to them, up until the point they hurt, I guess I start to doze off as Hype brushes my hand against hers. Wrapped up in her towel, her hair's damp and she's smiling at me.

"Ike," she whines crawling on top of me, "I love you more than anything else in the world." Crying franticly, I slowly take of her towel as she smiles broadly at me and I gently touch her breast.

"Hey Hype," I start as she strokes my side and roughs up my hair, "I need to tell you something."

"I need to tell you something too," she says slowly. Touching my face with gentle movements, she smiles as I run my fingers through her hair.

"You tell me what you have to say, ok?" I say, she nods.

"Two or three months ago," she breaths, "when we had that fight, I ran out and saw Oscar in the. Well, we had sex together and that was it."

"I know about the sex part, I never want us to fight like that again," I say dreamlessly.

"Well," she continues, ignoring my statement, "last month I started throwing up in the middle of the night and I went to Dr. Farley and he told me I was pregnant, with Oscar's kid. He still doesn't know and I don't know how to tell him.

"You don't," I say smoothly, "now I know this may break your heart, but when you attempted suicide, you killed the baby. It was the impact everything had on your body and all of the force went to the baby. You miscarried it Hype, I'm really sorry for that."

"Oh," she whispers, I see tears line her eyes as I wipe them away.

"Ike, how do you still love me?" she asks.

"Because you are you, and I want you to be my first love and my last kiss." I happily respond.

"I'm glad you're my first love," she mumbles, pulling the covers closer to our shoulders a bit.

"Me too sweetie," I say, solely patting her back, "me too." I kiss her forehead quickly as her eyes flutter shut and I smile and let out a moan as she shifts her weight on me. I don't know how but I eventually fall asleep with her in my arms. We've been through a lot today, but you have to fight for love sometimes and I'm glad we get to live another day together.

Hype's POV

"Ike, did I ever tell you how much I love you?" I whisper as he holds me close, leaning my head on his chest, I feel his heart beat as he rubs my back. "It's because I can't, there isn't one word strong enough that I know of that describes how much I love you." I finish. Pulling away he kisses me, giving him a cheesy smile. Leading me to the bathroom getting ready to shower together, I look forward to it as winter is approaching and that means more hot water for us. In the bathroom Ike already has the shower running, water hot enough to make the mirror already steamy and I smile at him. He comes over and undresses me as I undo his trousers and undergarments and kiss each other. Jetting the cool water and stepping in, it gets a little too hot for me as I feel it burn my skin. He reassures me as I come closer to him and lean my head back on his shoulder.

"Thanks for doing this with me," he whispers in my ear as I nod. Turning us around so my back is against the tile, he pushes me against the wall and we begin to make out, kissing my cheek neck and collarbone as I slightly finger his erection. Smiling as he glides his tongue over mine, I mimic him and we both smile. I run my hands through his wet hair and we break apart. Ike gives me a cheesy grin and I blush as he gives me the bar of soap as I begin washing myself. Rinsing, I help Ike with shaving his jaw. Slowly and gently, he smiles as he does and I nick him on accident. Surprisingly he doesn't feel it as I kiss it to make it better.

"I'm sorry I just nicked you," I saw sweetly as he waves it off. Wiping away the blood, the water seems to get warmer as I hug him. Our slick bodies together make me happy as he looks into my eyes.

"You ready?" he asks as I nod, noticing his eyes slightly change to hazel.

Ike's POV

Slowly but surely, her kisses become more semimetal as I slowly align my hips to hers and give her a small push as she lets out a small moan. Carefully touching her breast, she digs her head into me as I can tell someone's getting sleepy. Thought it kind of hurts, the hot water soothes it as it runs down my back and a piece of her hair meets where we connect. Longer in the shower, because it's wet, her hair seems to grow an extra inch as I feel its delicate touch. With two fingers, strokes from the top of my stomach to our hips as I smile; he then touches my face, messy blonde hair and where I have a slight mustache as she giggles and kisses my razor nick again.

Hype's POV

Soon, I make us move to the bed after we finish and towel off, with damp hair, I lay in bed as Ike crawls on top of me, fondling my body, he slowly injects pulling out and pushing back in with blunt force and whimsy. Making love missionary style, Ike ducts down a little and nestles his head in the crook of my neck. It hurts, but it's pleasurable to me as I cry out in satisfaction. Experimenting, he bites a little as things are getting hot and heavy. Quickly responding, I wrap my arms around his neck and coil my legs around him as this time he cries out in pleasure, ramming in and out of me.