"What's so good about picking up the pieces, what if I don't even want to?"
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"Goodmorning sunshine! Time to get up." I looked up to see Vic sitting on my bed nudging me to wake up with the hugest smile on his face.
I covered my eyes with the pillow I had been laying on "Just five more minutes, Mommy."
"No, you have to wake up now!"
He started jumping up and down on my bed violently which resulted in me falling onto the floor. He reached to grab me before I fell off, and hit his head on the ceiling fan, and next thing I knew he was on the floor next to me.
"Teaches you not to jump on my bed to wake me up, smart ass." I poked his cheek and looked at his forehead to make sure he was okay.
"Maybe I just really wanted to share my excitement with you but someone had to fall off the damn bed and my first reaction was to save them."
I giggled batting my eyelashes at him, "My hero. So, why are you so excited anyway?"
He rolled over so that we were facing each other on the floor. "First, share the blanket."
I laughed and gave him half of the blanket and half of my long body pillow.
"Are you seriously asking me why I'm excited? This is like our biggest show yet, Violet. Ten thousand is a lot. I just kind of can't wait, you know?"
"Sorry it totally slipped my mind. That usually happens when you wake me up at six in the morning. My mind doesn't exactly click yet. Speaking of, I know you're excited. But the show is tonight. Can I go back to sleep for a few hours and we can talk about this later?"
"Nope. Turtle, Jaime and I all have to go to sound check before tonight. Which we're going to in fifteen minutes."

I took in everything he said as if nothing was wrong. I had my eyes closed listening to everything he was saying. Then it hit me.
"Wait... You, Tony, and Himes. What about Mike? Do I have to stay here alone with him today? Seriously?"
"Yeah, Violet. You do. And I want you two to talk. This fighting thing is getting out of hand you know. Mom and Dad won't be home they're visiting one of Mom's friends. So it will just be you two, just talk. Please. For me?"
I rolled over so that I wasn't facing Vic anymore.
I didn't want to talk to Mike, I hated him for a fucking reason. We were never close. It wasn't even like a family or friend level to us. We just had this absolute hatred towards each other. He always had to point out every little thing I was self conscious about. If I ever started seeing someone he would be the first to talk to them when I brought them home to meet everyone.
And what did he say? Well nothing good. No one ever stayed around if they had the smallest interest in me after Mike talked to them.
I was sick of him. Everyone always said it was because he was jealous but there was nothing to be jealous of. He got fake boobed, bleach blonde, one nights all the time. He could do whatever he wanted. Fangirls were always on his ass. So why would he be anywhere near jealous of anyone I saw?

I felt Vic's hand on my shoulder. "Violet please just talk to him. It might change some things-"
I cut him off, "Yeah guess what it's going to change? He won't have a fucking jugular when you guys get back. Or eyes either, probably."
"Just take it easy. Try to hear each other out before you try to kill each other."
"Fine, whatever you say Vic. You better have this talk with him too.
He chuckled as he got up from the floor, "You're so stubborn sometimes. I've already talked to him. Don't worry about that one. I have to go. Sleep in if you'd like but only for a little while. You've got some talking to do."
He kissed my cheek and moved my hair from my face as I closed my eyes falling back to sleep.

I woke up later to Mike playing loud music from his room which was right next to mine.
I still didn't want to get up, I don't know why I was this tired. I tried to drown out the noise by pulling the pillow over my head, which was no use at all. He was clearly doing this just to annoy me. Even when no one was home he wouldn't play his music this loud.

I got up and walked into the bathroom, combing out my rat's nest of hair and pulled on a t-shirt.

Mike must have heard me get up, because he turned up his music even louder.
"Fucking seriously?" I mumbled.
We had a conjoined bathroom, I tried to open his side of it but he had it locked probably to annoy me more.
I walked out of my room and down the hall, banging on Mike's bedroom door.

He smirked when he opened the door, "Yes, princess?"
"Cut the princess shit, I'm nothing close to that. But do you seriously have to turn up your music that loud?"
He brought a burning joint up to his lips and chuckled turning down the music, "Does it bother you?"
"A little fucking bit."
"Then yes. You know I have to do everything in the world to annoy you."
The way his medusa piercing indented his lip when he talked was all I could concentrate on, it was fascinating. His entire face was fascinating, actually.
What am I thinking.

I took the joint out of his hand and walked into his room. "You're a dick and I think you know that. See this is why I hate you. You know Vivian is going to kill you if it smells like weed when she gets home." I took a hit and handed it back to Mike.
"First off, when the fuck did you start smoking? Second, I do this almost every day, she's never noticed." He closed the door so the smell wouldn't get anywhere else in the house as he turned around and took another hit.
I couldn't stop staring at his mouth again. It was just something about it.
"Why are you wearing such short shorts Violet, you know you have no ass."
I rolled my eyes taking the joint back from him and sitting on the floor, by the window. "See it's shit like that, Mike. Why do you have to say shit like that?"
"Because it offends you so bad, it's actually quite funny if you think about it."
He reached for the joint and I shook my head taking another hit. "I'm finishing this one."
He just smirked and pulled another one out of his Marlboro Red's pack. "That's fine, princess."
"Will you stop that shit?" I was starting to get a little buzz and I had a lot more to go.
"No I love messing with you. Also, why the fuck are you sitting on the floor? I have a king size bed you can sit on it and be nowhere close to me at the same time, you know."
"No thanks I might catch a disease being that close to something like you."
I was starting to get pretty high, I had only really smoked twice before this. I felt confident in what I was saying.
I flicked the roach out the window and next thing I knew Mike picked me up bridal style and my first intention was to wrap my arms around his neck.
I looked up at him as he carried me and studied his facial features, everything about him was perfect.
He set me on the far side of the bed and he sat on the other.
"See nowhere near me, happy now spoiled brat?" He smirked throwing his roach in the trashcan.
"Not exactly I'm still too close, see-
I pulled his leg hair as hard as I could, just to be mean and he screamed like a little girl.
"That fucking hurt violet, you can stay on the damn floor next time."
We sat there quietly for a minute both of us pretty high and just started laughing at the same time for no reason.
Miked looked up at me and raised an eyebrow "Why are you laughing?"
I stopped laughing and looked back at him "You screamed like such a little bitch, it was funny." I started giggling quietly. "Why were you laughing?"

He got really quiet and then started laughing quietly again. "Remember that one time you brought your boyfriend Alex home, and we were all eating dinner and I started making something up about how you had Justin Beiber posters all over your wall, and that you wet your bed until you were twelve, and that you sang to yourself in the mirror all the time, and you got so mad at me you threw your plate of spagetti in my face?"

I shoved him off of the bed, "Of course I fucking remember that, he never talked to me again after that! Neither did the next two boyfriends I had after you embarrassed me like that! Why did you always have to make my boyfriends scared of me all the time anyways?"

I was on his side of the bed now, since I pushed him off.
When he jumped back on, he managed to be on top of me, smiling as he spoke, "I'm pretty sure you know why, Violet."
I just looked up at him surprised and shook my head, partly because I hadn't expected him to come within a 3 foot radius of me, much less end up on top of me. I didn't know if I wanted to push him off as hard as I could or let him stay, so I figured I'd let him talk.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear "I was jealous, I still am, I always tried to make it obvious but it came out in more of a hatred way." He kissed the curve of my neck as he leaned up.
I blushed dark, looking up at him, falling for what he was saying for only a split second. "I call bullshit." I put my hands on his chest to push him off but he laced his fingers with mine.
"Think what you want Violet, I wanted to tell you this today. That's why I told Vic to go without me this morning."
"How do I even know what you're saying is true? Why would I fall for anything you say Mike? You've tortured me since I was little. I don't believe it's because you were jealous for one second."
Was this really happening right now? He couldn't have been jealous, and why wasn't I fighting back...
"Well, for starters you're not resisting this like you would every time I say anything to you, just admit it Violet, you want to hear me out on this."
I just closed my eyes not wanting to look at him because he was right. I stayed quiet and I felt Mike move, and he placed his lips on mine kissing me softly.
Instead of replying with words I kissed him back, tangling my hand in the back of his hair as he deepened the kiss.
Never in a million years did I think I would be kissing Mike Fuentes, the boy I hated since I was in elementary school. But I can't say I didn't like it.

Notes

Sorry if this chapter kind of sucked, I'm not really good with stories.
Tell me if I'm pretty much just dragging everything out instead of having a story line because I'm not intending to, it just kind of happens, give me feedback, please.
I need it.
Have a nice day, lovelies <3