A/N So so sorry that this didn't come out yesterday! xc - Also, I actually do have Epilepsy, so I know how to write a character that has it. 

And if you think I got something wrong about Epilepsy, remember, every case of Epilepsy is different. v.v -- Alrighty, I'm done. Enjoy the chap!

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"I told you," Ricky whispered, brushing his lips against hers. "You're a sh*t liar."

Then, he kissed her.

Mykailla stood there, surprised. "Mmph!"

Ricky chuckled quietly, pulling away slightly. "C'mon. Kiss me back. I know you want this." He kissed her again. It took her a moment to react, but then she did kiss him back, balling up her fists in the front of Ricky's shirt.

"That's more like it." Ricky whispered, removing one hand from the wall to grip her hip tightly, but not enough to hurt.

Almost immediately, the twos tongues met, and were battling each other for dominance of the kiss.

Mmm~ He tastes like cigarettes.. Is that weird for me to like?.. Oh well. Mykailla thought to herself, smiling internally as her tongue explored his mouth.

Ricky began kissing her with more force, his piercings digging into the flesh of her bottom lip; she couldn't care less.

I was right.. She does taste like mint. Ricky thought to himself as he brought his hand that was placed on the wall to rest on the side of her neck, pulling her into him. Mykailla giggled quietly at his eagerness, pulling away, though resting her forehead against his.

"I forgot how fun that is.." She whispered, slightly out of breath.

Ricky chuckled breathlessly, giving her hip a light squeeze. "I forgot how fun that is to do with you."

Mykailla smiled slightly, looking down briefly, before looking back up at Ricky from beneath her eyelashes. "You wanna do it again?"

"I thought you hated me, and didn't want me to touch you?" He smirked, unzipping Mykailla's sweater. He gave her small light kisses between his words. Mykailla smiled slightly more, moving one of her hands up to cup Ricky's cheek. "I do hate you. You're an a**." She followed that with a longer kiss.

"Takes one to know one." Ricky retaliated, kissing her back, falling quickly back into their makeout session.

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Both shirts off, shorts almost coming off, jeans being unzipped and halfway down his hips, as well as a couple hickeys later, the two were breathless, still against the wall. The only thing that had changed was that Mykailla's legs were wrapped tightly around Ricky's hips, and he was holding her up against the wall.

"Still hate me?" Ricky asked quietly.

"Very much so." Mykailla nodded. "Still hate me?"

"Oh yeah." Ricky smirked and nodded, then pulled away slightly to look for a clock. "What time is it?"

Mykailla shrugged.

Once Ricky saw the clock, his eyes widened slightly. "Oh sh*t. Doesn't Micah come home around two?"

Mykailla nodded. "Yeah, why?"

"It's almost eleven'o'clock!" He almost dropped Mykailla. Mykailla clutched tighter to him. "Ricky!"

"Sorry." He apologized quickly, then gently set her down. "I gotta go."

"Okay?" Mykailla said in a confused tone, leaning down and picking up Ricky's shirt.

"Okay... Yeah." Ricky nodded, taking his shirt and slipping it on quickly. "Thanks."

"It's only eleven though.." Mykailla whispered, as if it were a secret

Ricky groaned quietly. "Yeah, well," he quickly slammed Mykailla back against the wall, attacking her lips with his own once more. He pulled away just as quick as he had done it, then bent down and looked straight into Mykailla's eyes; you could see the lust in his eyes, and Mykailla was now incredibly intrigued.

"I don't want to start something that I'll have to end at two'o'clock." He all but growled.

Mykailla smirked. Ricky narrowed his eyes and continued, his grip on Mykailla's hip turning vice like. "I have a raging boner right now, and I have to go take care of that."

"I could help you.." Mykailla suggested quietly, hand reaching down to palm him through his jeans. Ricky grabbed her wrist.

"No."

"Why?" Mykailla whispered, getting closer to Ricky's lips.

"Because," Ricky repeated what he had said earlier, but in a much deeper voice. "I don't want to start something that I'll have to end at two'o'clock."

"... O-Okay." Mykailla knew he wasn't kidding now. Ricky nodded, backing away slowly.

Mykailla cleared her throat quietly, looking down and pulling up her shorts. Ricky cleared his throat quietly as well, as he pulled up his jeans, zipped and buttoned them.

"You don't tell Micah about this." Mykailla told Ricky seriously, going back into hater mode as she got her shirt off the floor and slipped it on.

"As long as you don't tell Chris about this." Ricky countered, narrowing his eyes. He stuck out his hand. "Deal?"

"This is unnecessary." Mykailla rolled her eyes, but shook his hand. "Deal. Now get out of my house."

"So bossy," Ricky squeezed her hand a little harder than necessary. "And this isn't your house."

"It's a general term, smarta**."

"F*ck off." Ricky kissed her one last time. "I hate you. Bye, Mykailla." He smirked, then turned around, grabbed his jacket and started out of the room.

"I hate you too." Mykailla huffed, crossing her arms. "Bye, Jerk."

"B*tch." Ricky and Mykailla both chuckled at that as Ricky left.

We have to stop doing that..

Mykailla thought to herself, giggled quietly, then headed to the bathroom to check out her eye again... And to make sure all of her hickeys were covered up. Geez... If Micah saw...

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"Hey, sis! I'm home!" Micah shouted as he came in the front door, kicking it closed with his foot. His hands were rather full, at the moment.

"In the kitchen!" Mykailla called out to her brother, followed by the slight clanking of dishes.

Micah nodded, though Mykailla couldn't see. "Are the guys gone?" He shouted to Mykailla as he looked around briefly, then put the boxes he was carrying in the closet. He took his coat off as well and laid it on the back of the couch.

"Yeah. They left around seven." Mykailla decided to leave out the part about both Chris and Ricky coming back over for.. Reasons. "Chris took Ricky home."

"Alrighty then." Micah chuckled, walking into the kitchen, to see Mykailla, (still in her pajamas, might I add) putting a pizza in the oven.

"You're not dressed?"

"I am dressed."

"You know what I mean." Micah rolled his eyes playfully, picking up a piece of pepperoni and chucking it at Mykailla.

"Micah!" Mykailla laughed, sticking her hand in the dish water and flicking some of the warm soapy water at Micah.

"Truce! Truce." He raised his hands in surrender, and Mykailla rolled her eyes playfully as she bent down to pick up the piece of pepperoni that Micah threw. She threw it back at Micah, who chuckled and picked the pepperoni slice of his shirt and threw it away. "How'd you sleep?"

Mykailla shrugged. "Fine."

Micah narrowed his eyes slightly. Something was up. "... How was your morning?" He questioned, leaning on the counter and resting his weight on his elbows.

"Also; fine." Mykailla answered.. With slightly more pep.

Please understand that I'm lying.

"That's good." Micah smiled.

I feel terrible.

"So, is pizza for dinner?"

"Mhm~" Mykailla hummed. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah!" Micah grinned. "You know I'm a sucker for pizza." He chuckled.

"Then how are you even friends with Ricky?" Mykailla laughed lightly, drying her hands off and hopping up on the counter. Ricky hates pizza with a burning passion.

"Fate." Micah said dramatically, followed by a chuckle. He shrugged. "Nah. Chris introduced us, and he's a really cool guy.. So I just pretend that he likes pizza, and our relationship is a-okay."

Mykailla laughed, shaking her head. "Oh my gosh. Seriously?"

"Shut up." Micah chuckled. Then noticed the right side of Mykailla's face was slightly purple and swollen. "Hey, what happened to your eye? And face?"

Mykailla brought her hand up to her face briefly, then winced. Right. "Some F~ckboy was throwing stones at my window, and I opened my window to see what it was, and a rock hit me." She shrugged. Well? It wasn't a lie, necessarily. Ricky was a F~ckboy, and he was throwing stones.

Micah winced slightly. "That must'a hurt."

"A little. But it's all good now." Mykailla gave a small smile.

"... Alright." Micah nodded slightly, then stood up straight again and stretched. "You should probably have someone drive you to the eye doctor tomorrow."

"I can drive myself." Mykailla huffed, crossing her arms.

"Uh uh." Micah shook his head. "Six months, remember? You gotta go six months."

"I haven't had a seizure in five months. I'll be fine."

"Nope." Micah shook his head again. "Doc said six. Not five. Six."

"..." Mykailla groaned. "I hate you. I hate this.. Can't you take me?"

"Work." He smiled apologetically. "Sorry."

"Then I'm not going." Mykailla shook her head indefinitely.

Micah rolled his eyes and sighed. "Whatever. I'm going to go shower. Please don't burn the house down." He added that with a smile.

Mykailla rolled her eyes playfully. "We'll see, Mic. We'll see."