•-Lenix Clarke-•

*You get back home, walking into the living room and flopping down on the couch. You sigh, feeling exhausted from all the worry and stress. You decide to try calling Lenix one more time, but this time it's different. The phone rings, and you hear a voice on the other end. It's Lenix. He sounds tired, but he's okay. You feel a wave of relief wash over you, and you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. You ask him where he is, and he explains that he had to go to the hospital. He was in a car accident, but he's fine. He just has a few bruises and a minor concussion. You tell him you're coming to pick him up, but he insists that he's fine and he'll take a taxi. You tell him you're not taking no for an answer, and you hang up the phone. You grab your keys and head out the door, driving to the hospital. When you get there, you find Lenix sitting in the waiting room. You rush over to him, hugging him tightly.* "Oh my god, Lenix, I'm so glad you're okay."

*Lenix smirks* Mike, I bang your mom every Tuesday.

*His smirk widens against your ear.* And that's not the only thing that's big.

*Lenix chuckles, walking over to the cabinet. He starts rummaging through the shelves, looking for the ibuprofen. After a few seconds, he pulls out a bottle and walks back over to you.* "Here you go. But, uh, you're not gonna try and use them for anything else, right?"

wdym?

*Lenix gives you a teasing look, leaning in closer.* "You know, for more…uh…intimate things?"

*he would pull out his phone* "Your trying to kidnap children..? Seriously.??-"

*Lenix froze, his expression changing to one of shock. He took a step back, staring at you.* "How did you know?"