“Watch out, fiancee coming through!” Mike said, grabbing my hand as he came offstage after the show. “That’s nice to say. My fiancee is hot as fuck. Meet my fiancee, she gives awesome head. A family? Yeah, I’ve got a family. Me, my super fuckin’ hot fiancee, and our son, Godzilla.”
“You’re an idiot but I love you anyways.” I sighed happily.
“Hey, we’ll be home in less than a week!” He said. “Speaking of home. . .”
“You’re moving into mine. It’s huge; more than enough room for us and our son.” I answered.
“It’s really weird to hear you call a reptile your son.” Alex said.
“What are you trying to say? Charley birthed Godzilla. I watched as he came out of her vagina.” Mike said.
I noticed the sour look on Austin’s face. “What’s your problem now?”
“I can’t believe you think getting married is a good idea.” He rolled his eyes. “I give it a year, if you get married at all.”
Mike tensed beside me. “I want to hit him. Baby, would you be mad at me if I hit him?”
I just shook my head at Austin. “You don’t love me at all.”
He gaped at me. “Of course I do. I’m trying to stop you from marrying this loser because I love you.”
“No. You’re blinded by your own ignorance. If you really loved me, you’d let me be happy.” I shook my head. “Let’s go, Mikey.”
“Where are we going?” He asked, following me like a puppy.
I smiled wryly. “To smoke a bowl.”
“You know it drives me crazy when you smoke.” He shook his head, chuckling.
I felt his eyes on me as I sat at the table on the bus and lit up with shaky hands. “Your turn, Mikey.”
“God, you’re sexy as hell.” He said.
“It smells like weed in here!” Tony yelled as they came back on the bus a little while later. “Oh.”
“You guys are such stoners.” Jaime rolled his eyes.
“It was Godzilla’s idea.” Mike giggled.
I nodded, trying to be serious. “He loves marijuana.”
Vic rolled his eyes. “You two are perfect for each other. Are you ready to go?”
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“A club, Charley. We talked about this.” Vic rolled his eyes.
“Oh! I need to change! Mikey, help me. I can’t even walk straight.” I said, standing up slowly.
“I just wanna see you strip right now ‘cause it’s late babe.” Mike sang, following me to the bathroom.
**
“You’re beautiful.” Mike sighed, sitting beside me.
I looked down at the ring on my finger. “I love you very much.”
“Mike Fuentes! Oh my god! I’m a huge fan.” A very tall, very thin girl with long hair cried, noticing Mike as she walked past.
“Thank you.” Mike smiled, looking back at me.
“Could I get a picture with you?” She asked.
“Will you take it, baby?” Mike asked me. I nodded. He stood up and I took the girl’s phone. She grinned, pressing up to him and wrapping her arms around him. I took the picture, handing her her phone, and looked expectantly at Mike.
“Do you want to dance?” She purred to Mike, pulling on him before he could say no.
I marched onto the dance floor where she was attempting to grind on him, only was limited by the fact that she had no ass whatsoever. “Excuse me.”
She shrugged me off. “Can I help you?”
“You can help me by keeping your hands off my man, bitch.” I said.
She rolled her eyes but stopped dancing. “He’s not saying no, is he?”
“Fuck off, Barbie. Touch my man again and I’ll shove my foot so far up your nonexistent ass that you’ll be tasting your aorta, cunt.” I snapped, walking away.
Mike’s lips were on my ear in a second. “That was so hot.”
I smirked. “Glad you think so.”
“You’re much prettier than her, you know.” He said.
I laughed. “I’m going to go get another drink. I’ll be right back.” I kissed him and made my way to the bar.
“Charley! Ditch Fuentes and come with me!” Alan yelled in my ear.
“You’re drunk.” I rolled my eyes, tapping my fingers impatiently.
“Come on.” He whined. “You know he doesn’t really love you, Charley. Is he really worth it? Is he really worth throwing Austin away?”
I clenched my fists and turned to face him. “Shut the fuck up, Alan.”
“You don’t think he still texts his whores? You really believe that you’re the only girl he’s been with? You’re fine as hell, but you’re not that fine. Come on, baby, get with me instead of him.” He slurred.
“Do you have a death wish, Ashby?” Mike yelled, coming up behind me. “Maybe you should learn your limit, because your fat, drunk mouth is about to get you into trouble!”
“Maybe you should quit lying to Charley, dumbass. Come on baby, just sleep with me once and you’ll be begging for more.” Alan yelled.
“Come on, Mike.” I said calmly, pulling him out of the club and into a cab. “Wow.”
“Charley, you know he was being an idiot, right? I love you more than anything. I would die for you! You’re all I want, and I would never talk to any other girls! And-”
I interrupted him with a kiss. “Mikey, I never doubted you.”
“I don’t deserve you.” He smiled softly. What a night.