Today was the last day of tour, thank gosh. Mike and I have been together for two months, with no fights which was pretty impressive. Maybe a few minor ones but that's because I was on my period, on a bus with a bunch of guys. Over the past month I've thought about moving out and into an apartment of my own. I haven't told Jaime or anyone for that matter, just for the sake of not getting into an argument about. But sooner or later we would have to sit down and discuss it. I had set Vic up on a blind date with Anne, with the help of Mike of course. Anne had moved to San Diego about a month and a half ago, Vic knew nothing about her other than her name and that's the way it would be until their date that was in two days.
I had spoken to Wyatt and Allen about the summer plans. Which included me flying back to New York for my court date, and returning to San Diego with Wyatt. All the boys were pumped about seeing my nephew again and-
"Chelle? Hello? Anybody in there?" Mike asked waving his hand in front of my face.
I groaned and slapped his hand away, "What Mikey?"
"Move in with me! We can get our own house and everything, then one day we can get married and have a big ass fucking family!" He announced bouncing around in the seat.
The fact that Mike had already thought about our future took me by surprise, I've never heard him talk about his future with his previous girlfriends.
"I don't know Mike. We'll see," I said playing with my fingers in my lap.
"What? Why? What's holding you back baby?" Urgency and worry was invading his facial features.
"Nothing is, that I know of. I dont know Mike."
"What do I have to do to make you say yes? I want to live with you, get married, have kids bouncing on my knee, and grow old together with our saggy skin and old tattoos," he said, grabbing my face and forcing me to look at him.
"Let me think about it for a couple of days, okay? I'll give you my answer by then," I reached up and pecked him on the lips and walked off of the bus with him following closely behind.

"How the fuck are we doing tonight San Diego?!" Vic yelled into the mic, causing the crowd to scream in response.
"Good to hear, good to hear. This is our last show of this tour, thank you to all of you beautiful fuckers for coming out and supporting us!" Vic said, stopping to take a breath and continuing, "so much crazy shit has happened this tour and-"
"Uh oh, I think it's story time guys," Jaime said.
"That it is my friend, but anyways, the two people that hated each other so much have admitted their love for each other! That's crazy! The three of us never thought we would see that day coming. Michelle, Mike, get your physco asses up front now, please."
Mike hopped out from behind his drums, throwing a shirt on in the process. He made his way over to me, holding his hand out for me to take which I accepted happily.
"Now aren't they just the cutest things ever?!" Jaime said into his mic.
Before Vic had the chance to say something the crowd started chanting, I couldn't understand what they were saying but I caught on. They were chanting "kiss kiss"
"You gotta give the kids what they want," Mike said shrugging and inching his fave towards mine, I moved closer until our lips met. The kiss was passionate and full of love.
"Alright Mike, don't swallow my best friend," Tony said, making the crowd scream at the sound of his voice. "Mike I swear if you break her heart, I will cut your most prized possession off and throw it in the woods. Got it?" Tony asked.
As an immediate response Mike reached down and cupped himself, making everyone laugh.
"Alright alright, lets get this show on the road!" Vic yelled.
"No wait! One more thing!" Mike called out, running over to the closest microphone. "Michelle, move in with me?" He asked, sticking his hand in his pocket and pulled out a key.
"Micheal Christopher! You did not already buy a house!" I scolded walking over to him.
"Oh but I did, so what do you say?" He asked anxiously.
I took a deep breath in for a dramatic pause, "I say-" stopping short of my sentence I watched as Mike's face change from anxious to hopeful, "yes" I breathed out.