"Why the hell are you eating so much?" Alex asked. I looked up from the multiple plates of food in front of me to see all the guys watching me warily.
"What? I'm hungry." I rolled my eyes. "And I have a fast metabolism, so fuck you."
"I think it's hot when you eat more than I do." Mike said.
I raised my eyebrows at them all. "Would you rather me not eat?"
"Good point. Please continue." Vic said quickly.
"I'm going to run Charley over with the bus tonight, did you know? Better get one last quickie in, Mike, because she'll be dead in about three hours." Jaime said.
"Why is that?" Jack asked.
"Because she ate all the god damn Oreos at my house. That's why." Jaime pouted.
"Godzilla likes them." I shrugged.
"At least she doesn't eat meat." Tony said.
"I'll tell you what kind of meat she likes." Mike said.
I rolled my eyes. "Clever, Michael. Incredibly witty."
"My jokes are why you love me." He grinned.
"Your jokes aren't even funny." I laughed, continuing to eat.
"Don't listen to Alex Gasshole, baby. I think you're perfect." Mike said.
"That one was funny." I beamed, then frowned. "I don't feel good."
"Good." Jaime shot back.
"I'm telling your girlfriend how mean you are, because she adores me." I replied.
"Don't! I love you so much, you're beautiful and Mike is so lucky to have you and-"
"I get it, bitch." I waved my hand. "My head hurts. You guys know Nev from Catfish? He's very cute."
"If you want to have a threesome with him, I'm down for that." Mike said.
I laid my head on his shoulder. "Will you make me tea when we get home?"
"Of course I will, baby. And then I'll even rub your back." He said.
"You're Charley's bitch." Jack shook his head.
"I've got the ring, sweetie. Of course he is."
**
"I feel like I'm going to puke." I moaned from the couch.
"I think you may have the flu again." Mike said, sitting on the floor. "You're still beautiful though."
"Fuck off!" I glared at Mike, causing him to laugh.
"You're cute when you're-" I didn't hear what he had to say because I was running to the toilet, barely making it before I threw up violently.
"I love you, but that's gross as fuck." Mike said, following me.
"Water?" I asked softly. He nodded, returning with a glass a few seconds later. "Call your mom and tell her I'm not going to make it."
"You were going to hang out with my mom?" He asked.
"We have a wedding to plan, stupid." I rolled my eyes, attempting to stand up. I stumbled and Mike caught me.
"You really need to lie down. Are you sure you're not pregnant?" Mike asked. "I mean, if you are then that's fucking awesome."
"We've had this discussion before." I said, sitting down on our bed. "I'm definitely not pregnant."