We had been at Mike's parents house for two days, two very long days. I've been throwing up all the time, Mike won't leave my side, and I just feel like borderline shit. But if everything goes smoothly today we will be going home tomorrow, I've been a little worried about the Frenchi situation but I haven't heard anything from her in a couple of days so hopefully she moved on and forgot about it all. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't stressed the fuck out.
"Michelle?" Mike called out, his voice strained from just waking up.
I groaned and rolled my eyes, "yes Mike?"
I heard his feet pad against the carpeted floor in his room, walking into the bathroom, "still sick?"
I nodded my head and frowned, "I just want to go home."
"I know baby, and we will tomorrow. I promise, okay? Just hang in there."
No, I want to go home now, I thought.
"Come on, come back to bed," he said scooping my up into his arms and carrying back over to his bed.
I crawled under the warm covers, bringing the covers up to my chin taking in the scent of Mike. Mike got in beside me and laughed looking at me, what? Can a girl not smell her boyfriends sheets? Okay, maybe not.
"You're a goofball you know that?" Mike asked, kissing the top of my head.
I shrugged and placed my head on his bare chest, my finger softly outlining the tattoos that were there. I laughed lightly when I remember everyone always thought Tony and I would end up together.
"Whats so funny?" Mike asked, looking down at me.
"Remember when people used to say Tony and I would be together some day?"
"Yes! I used to get so pissed off and jealous it wasnt even funny," he laughed placing his hands over his eyes. "I still remember the first time I met you."
I smiled at the memory, and looked down.
Tony and I were walking arm in arm up the walkway to his friends house, he had been talking about them non-stop all day. Tong knocked on the door, I kind of stood behind him being my normal and shy self.
The door opened and revealed a spikey haired man, tattooed arm smiling widely at us.
"Come on in," he said opening the door wider.
Tony walked in first, me walking in slowly and cautiously behind him. "I'm Jaime," the spikey haired guy said , I held my hand out for him to shake but he swatted it away quickly pulling me into a hug. I jumped at his sudden actions, and hesitated before hugging him back. "This is Vic, and his brother Mike," he said gesturing to two other guys who were walking into the room.
I watched the guy with shoulder length black hair, tattoos spread out on both his arms, a medusa and lip piercing. Gosh, he was strangely attractive. Vic, the shorter of the brothers smiled and waved at me. I waved back and looked over to MIke, he still hasn't looked at me yet. God damn it Michelle, you're disgusting why would he want to look at you in the first place?
"So," Vic started, clapping his hands together making me jump, "why are you so jumpy?"
I looked down and stared at the floor embarrassed, "I uh-"
"Shes just shy," Tony said quickly. I mouthed a 'thank you' over to him and getting a nod in response.
Mike's head snapped up and looked right at me, I swear he was looking into my soul. His brown eyes piercing into my blue ones, "hi, I'm uh I'm Mike," he stuttered out, his face turning a shade of red.
I waved at him shyly and but my lip looking over to Tony who was in deep conversation with Vic. I frowned and looked around the room nervously, "so how old are you?" Jaime asked.
"Eighteen," I said quietly.
"Are you still in school?" Mike asked.
I shook my head, breaking my eye contact with Mike.
"Where are you from?" Mike asked, blushing again.
"New York."
Mike nodded his head, and left the room quickly with his face turning a brighter shade of red.
"Me too, you were blushing so bad," I laughed.
"I was not!" he objected.
"Micheal you're so full of shit, every time you talked you would turn a brighter shade of red. Now quit lying to yourself," I said laughing a little harder now.
"Fine," he huffed, "but if I remember correctly you were the shyest little shit."
I smiled again, still tracing his tattoos. This is my happy place, being in the comfort of Mike's arms. I felt like nothing could get to me and hurt me while being with him.
If only happiness could last forever..

Notes

I can't freaking sleep! :( I've only been getting three hours of sleep this past week. I feel like I'm a zombie. It sucks. And on top of it all I've been depressed and my anxiety shoots through the roof when I think about school. When will it ever end?! My moms a bitch, I can't go in stores without being paranoid she's going to kill me. Pathetic, right?


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-Schuyler