Y/N walked into the Mckinley's household with a bloody nose, a bruised cheek, and bloody knuckles. Luckily the only person there was Ian, for his girlfriend was sick and he decided to take the day off from work.
When he had saw Y/N,he groaned because this was the third time this month.
"Hey, dweeb." She greeted before going into the fridge and grabbing a carton of milk and chugging it.
" Who did you fight this time?" He asked annoyed, because he knew he had to clean her wounds.
"Julie." She bluntly responded, while sitting in the kitchen chairs.
Ian grabbed the first aid kit from the top shelf and began to bandage her fist to stop the bleeding and cleaned her nose with a cloth.
She hissed as he cleaned the blood from her nose and clenched her fist.
"Quit moving so much, dammit." He ordered. She huffed and soon he finished patching her up.
His hand grabbed hers and she gave him a questioned look.
" Hey McKinley, don't you have a-"
" This is what friends do,Y/N." He blushed harshly.
The girls face turned a dark tint before murmuring.
"You're so gross."
