When we arrived back to the house, Jaime went straight to bed, but I stayed up to pack for this long dreadful tour that's taking place in a few days. I packed most of my clothes before deciding to call it a night. I looked at my phone to find two new text messages, one from Mike and one from Tony.
Micheal: You're going to regret doing that, I hope you remember that I have a spare key to your house. Sleep tight bitch!(;
I rolled my eyes and laughed to myself before I decided to just ignore the message and read Tony' s.
Tony: Hey sweet cheeks, come over tomorrow and we'll have a best friend day! Goodnight, love you!
I replied quickly saying I would be over in the morning. I shut my lights off and undressed myself before stepping into my bed and falling into a peaceful sleep.
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I was awoken by the sound of the door opening downstairs, I rolled over to see what time it was and I groaned seeing it was 4:37am. It was probably just Jaime going out to see his girlfriend, but I was soon convinced otherwise when I heard someone walking up the stairs quickly and quietly. I rose from my bed quickly and grabbed the baseball bat and opening the door quietly. I walked down the hall until I reached the corner of the stairs and peeked down and I saw nothing. Was I going crazy and hearing things? Furrowing my eyebrows, I turned around and screamed at the sight in front of me.
"Aww what's wrong baby cakes? You didn't want to see me?" He said smiling evily at me.
"What the fuck are you doing here Micheal? Get the hell out!" I whisper yelled at him.
"Well you see I was going to scare the living shit out of you while you were sleeping but you ruined my plans. So now we're just going to have to do something else, and seeing how you barely have any clothes on I have something in mind." He breathed on my neck trailing kisses up to my ear.
"Mike, you're fucking drunk! You reek of alcohol!" I yelled at him, pushing him off of me.
I heard Jaime's door open and I cursed under my breath when I saw him come into view with a confused expression on his face.
"Mike?" He asked groggily, "what the hell are you doing here?"
"I CAME TO GET LAID!" He yelled before falling to the floor.
Jaime looked at me mouthing "what" in my direction. I shrugged my shoulders because I honestly had no idea what was going on.
Hearing a loud sigh come from Jaime, I looked down at Mike who was passed out drunk at my feet.
"Help me get him to my room, I'll sleep on the couch," Jaime said reaching down to pick him up.
"No no. Put him in my room. I'm already wide awake so you just go back to bed. I'll take care of him from here."
I picked Mike up from his position on the floor and carried him back to my room and tucked him in my bed. Turning to leave the room, Mike called out for my name.
"What Mike?"
"Stay here with me. I won't try anything I promise, please?" He asked looking at me with drunken pleading eyes.
I groaned and dragged my feet back over to the bed and getting in. Turining over on my side with my back to him, he put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. My eyes went wide and I tried to protest against him.
"Will you relax. I'm not going to do anything. Goodnight Michelle," he whispered in my ear and kissed my cheek before going into a deep intoxicated sleep.