(A.N: I made you guys a playlist to listen to while reading! c: http://www.youtube.com/playlist?feature=edit_ok&list=PLZGkS4Ol7zQdoUaAxkGMQRL7KgGP8u5ZP )

~*POV Mike*~

I sit alone at a table in a random cafe, sipping a cup of hot tea, pondering the words of my therapist.

"After all you've told me this session, I think I'm starting to realize your problem. You're not going to like it, but... You're boyfriend is your trigger."

Thinking about it now, it does make some sense. Everything I hear from my little 'friend' is about not being enough for Tony. About how Tony should leave me for someone better, about how Tony never really loved me. But, knowing that doesn't help me if I don't know what to do with that information.

Now that I know what's wrong, everything makes sense to me now. All of the situations that I expected the voice, but didn't hear it, Tony wasn't their. All of the situations where the voice made no sense, but was still there, Tony was involved.

I run my hand through my hair as I think. I'm pretty sure I know what has to be done, but I might die in the process.

~*POV Tony*~ *One Week Later*

I lean over the table I'm sitting at to give my wonderful boyfriend a kiss on the cheek. He giggles at me before pushing me back into the booth. I look up at him and smile. He tries, but fails, to hide his blush behind the menu.

Mike had randomly decided this afternoon, that tonight was date night. So here we are, sitting in a booth at our favorite restaurant. Mike's been rather touchy-feely and romantic this week, like he can't get enough of me. I'm not complaining or anything, just, usually this isn't his style really. But hey, if he wants to cuddle and kiss and go out on dates, I'm not going to complain.

"Hey Mike?" I ask, after we order our dinner, "How have you been doing? You've seemed happy lately, and I'm just wondering."

"I am happy Tone," he says smiling at me, "I think the therapy's helping again, like the first time. I feel a lot better."

"Mikey that's great!" I exclaim, smiling widely at him, "I'm so happy for you."

He smiled even wider as he moved his hand over the table, meeting mine. I ran my thumb over his knuckles, gazing up at him. I don't think it could get much better right now.

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After dinner, we returned to the apartment for movie night with Vic and Jaime. We cuddled, of course. After the last movie ended, we decided it was time for bed. I followed Mike to his room, where we've both been sleeping since he got home. But he stopped me at the door.

"Is it ok if I sleep alone tonight?" He asked, avoiding eye contact, "My stomachs a bit upset, I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, of course it's ok," I say smiling at him.

He relaxes a little bit before pulling me in for a goodnight kiss. But when the kiss ended, he kept hugging me.

"I love you so much," he whispered, "You're my first love."

"I love you too," I whisper back, "You're my first and hopefully last love."

He kisses my forehead before disappearing into his dark room, shutting the door behind him. I stand there for a few seconds, lingering in his presence, before heading to my room, for a good night's sleep.

~*POV Jaime*~

I blink a few times before the words of the note really sink in. I look up at Vic, he bites his lip as he reads his note.

Dear Jaime,

First off, thank you. You've been a good friend to me. You've been able to make me smile and laugh even when I'm sad. And I really do think you and Vic are meant for each other, so treat him right. If not, I'm going to kick your ass the next time I see you. I don't expect you to understand why I'm leaving, but I have to. So, thanks again, catch you on the flip side.

Mike

~*POV Vic*~

I read the note once, twice, three times. I can't even begin to process the emotions that I'm feeling. So I just blindly stare, reading it over and over again.

Dear Vic,

I want to say that you're an amazing brother and you've done so much for me, especially lately. You're the only one that could really calm me down when I needed it. So I guess leaving could be a little bit counterproductive, but I need to go. You need to understand, the thing I love is what's bringing me pain. Staying here won't help me, so I'm leaving. Please don't look for me, I'm fine, I don't want to be found this time. I'm sorry, I love you bro. Thanks for everything.

Mike

~*POV Tony*~

I walked out into the kitchen to see Vic and Jaime sitting at the table. Their backs are faced towards me.

"Morning guys!" I exclaim happily.

Their heads snap around, looking at me. Vic looks distraught and troubled. Hime looks pissed. I also noticed that Vic's holding a piece of paper in his hand.

"What's going on guys?" I asked, concern filling me.

"See for yourself," Jaime said, his voice emotionless. He picked up another piece of paper and handed it to me. A small gasp escaped my throat as I read it.

Dear Tony,

I want to start off by saying, that I am and probably always will be 120% in love with you. Which makes leaving so much harder for me. But, you once told me I have to do what's right for me, and this is it. I can't get better here, if I stay I'll probably kill myself before the end of the year, and I don't want that. So that's why I'm leaving. I didn't tell you to your face, because I doubt I could've actually done it if I did. So for that I'm sorry.

I taped a picture to the back of this note that I want you to have. When you have a family and kids someday, and they ask you about your first love... Could you please show them this? And tell them my name? Tell them I hope they shine.

Tony motherfucking Perry, I fucking love you so much it hurts. I'll never forgive myself for letting you go, but I have to. I'm sorry.

Mike

I do my best to hold back my tears as I flip the note over. The picture I see breaks the barriers and releases the tears. It's a picture of us from highschool, the same one Vic showed me the first day we were in the band.

Fin.

Notes

The amount of emotion that this chapter brought me is to much. First of all, I'm not happy with it at all, for this is the second time I wrote it. I don't want to talk about what happened to the first time, but it was perfect and I loved it so much. D:

Secondly, expect the 4th book sometime tomorrow evening. I have cheer camp this week so I'm busy most of the day...

Title Cred: Taylor Swift (I used to love her, don't judge me)