Lena’s party was a blast.
Everyone was drunk, everyone was dancing. A lot of people recognized the guys from Pierce The Veil, and others just knew they were famous, so they got a lot of attention. Mike got plenty from some slutty, gorgeous girls, but he always brushed them off.
Sophie got so wasted she puked in the kitchen sink, Tony lifting her hair from her face, rubbing her back. He was pretty drunk himself, but he was still sober enough to worry. She was okay eventually, because later on in the night I saw her and Tony making out passionately on the living room couch.
Vic and Lena, well they seemed like teenagers. Vic wasn’t hammered, but he wasn’t sober either. He kept trying to make a seductive move on her many times and she always started giggling. His attempts were pretty pathetic, but she didn’t seem to mind. She was amused by his drunkenness and eventually helped him up to her room when he fell asleep on the dining table after several failed attempts at gaining her attention, although I didn’t really think he needed to try, I could see she was already his.
Jaime started the night doing various rounds of shots. He didn’t seem affected by them in the beginning, but about a half hour after having them…………he was insane. He had boldly discarded his shirt from his body and had started dancing on the living room coffee table. Jess had laughed at the whole scene and he’d picked her up in his arms, flinging her over his shoulder and running around the place screaming “MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE.” I don’t understand why. Nobody understood. I don’t think even he knew why he was doing the things he did. Still, it was pretty funny to observe.
Mike on the other hand, started the night calmly. We chatted like any other day, but as the night dragged on his words became slurred, his eyes redder, and his moves clumsier. I didn’t mind this, since I knew from the beginning this was the person he was, and I still wanted to be with him. Throughout the whole night, I was the only one who didn’t drink, but I didn’t mind that either. I liked being sober and watching everything happening around me, observing people’s stupid acts and others doing things they’d regret the next day.
At one point, I was leaning on a wall in a hallway, all by myself. I didn’t mind the solitude, and I’d closed my eyes. Parties were never my thing, but I was actually enjoying myself this time. Still, I needed a little breather.
Eventually, my peace had been interrupted. I’d been swept off my feet suddenly and was carried all the way to the living room, where a hammered Mike had placed me on his shoulders and started exclaiming. “SHE’S MY GIRLFRIEND GUYS! ISN’T SHE PRETTY?!” His face was stretched into the biggest, goofiest smile in the world, and my laughs were insanely loud. I chuckled as he pushed away any guy that got within a couple feet from him (me on his shoulders). “Stay away from her! She’s mine!” Also, he’d brag about me. “Yeah, did you know she’s the best girlfriend ever?! I don’t think you do! You know why?! BECAUSE SHE’S MINE AND NOT YOURS!” He laughed insanely, and I couldn’t contain myself. If he kept this up, I’d pee myself of laughter and I couldn’t do that while on his shoulders, that would be plain repulsive.
“Baby, please put me down! I’ve been up here long enough.” I stroked his hair, leaning down and kissing his cheek.
“But you’re mine!” He’d complained, looking up at me and pouting.
I chuckled. “Yes Mike, I’m yours, and that’s not gonna change. But I’ve gotta pee!” I tapped his shoulder repeatedly and widened my eyes at him. He’d eventually agreed on putting me down and letting me go, but not before pulling me into a long, sloppy, wet kiss. Maybe he thought that was sexy in his drunken state, but I thought it was hysterical.
Locking myself in the bathroom, I regarded my reflection. I was wearing an extremely short black spaguetti dress, under Sophie’s command, which had made Mike pretty happy and me pretty uncomfortable.
My make-up was a little smudged, and I fixed it. I was really lame at this, but I managed pretty well, I think. After actually peeing, I washed my hands and stepped out into the loud music and pack of people.
As I pushed my way through the house back to where Mike was, I stopped dead at the scene of an almost naked Jaime (wearing underwear) running across the hall screaming “I’M A UNICORN NO ONE CAN STOP ME!” and a wild Jess chasing after him, choking on laughter. “Jaime Alberto Preciado! Stop! NOW!”
I shook my head, cracking a wide grin. Those two just made my day. I kept going until I reached Mike. His back was facing me, and I wrapped my arms around him from behind. He was startled and turned around wildly, his elbow connecting with my nose, pain blinding my eyesight.
I groaned loudly, my hands coming up to my face, tears blurring my vision.
“Shit! Sam, I’m so sorry I thought you were this girl that’s been bugging me all night!” Mike’s eyes widened and he held my face, trying to make my eyes meet his. I didn’t want to look at him, I knew it had been an accident, and I was going to be fine. He didn’t need to worry.
“I’m fine Mike really, it’s okay.” I wiped my nose, and my hand came out bloody.
“Baby you’re bleeding! No no no you can’t die!” He was panicking, beating at his head with his fists, his eyes darting around the room in desperation.
“MIKE! Calm down! I’m not going to die on you, just please go get me some napkins or something.” I looked him straight in the eyes, trying to get past his drunken barrier and make him calm down.
He nodded eventually and left. I tried controlling the blood gushing out of my nose, and failed miserably. It didn’t hurt anymore, and I didn’t think anything was broken, but God, I was bleeding.
When he came back, he was holding a bathroom towel in his hands. Yes, perfect. I put it against my face and he led me to a bedroom that Lena had given him the keys to, since they were all locked for the party.
I sat on the bed and he sat beside me, his face in his hands. After some minutes, I eventually stopped bleeding. I walked into the small bathroom connected to the room and washed the dried blood from my face, washing my make-up off as well, since it was already ruined.
After turning off the water stream, I walked back to where Mike lay curled into a ball, his face between his knees. I sat in front of him on the mattress, and took his hands in mine.
“Mike, look at me.” I pleaded. He lifted his head reluctantly, his eyes sad. I motioned with one of my hands to my face. “I’m fine, see? Nothing’s broken and I’m not bleeding anymore.”
He looked down, and groaned. “I’m sorry baby, I really thought you were that annoying girl that kept coming up on me.”
At the mention of a girl coming up at him my blood turned hot. Jealousy? I’d never really felt this before, and I didn’t like it one bit. The only thing that kept me sane was the fact that Mike seemed pretty unhappy about her, so that was good.
“I’m serious Mike, I’m okay.” I brought his face closer to mine and kissed him on the lips, firmly. “Please, let’s just go back outside.”
He eventually agreed, and I led him out of the room, back to the loud crowd. I locked the room behind me, and looked for Lena to give her the key. She was talking to some girls—her friends probably—and gave her the keys.
“Oh Sam, Mike told me what happened, are you okay?” Her expression seemed sincerely concerned, and once again I was amazed by how brilliant and gorgeous her eyes were.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks Lena.” I smiled at her, and she smiled back, her peculiar eyes flashing back to her friends, resuming her chat with them.
When I got back to Mike, he was with Tony and an extremely drunk Sophie. She was clinging to Tony’s arm with a dreamy expression on her face, his own amused and happy. He seemed to be talking to Mike about something normal enough, because they were chuckling and laughing.
Mike looked adorable when he laughed, the way his head flew back and his Adam’s apple bobbled. His eyes closed and his lips stretched, exposing his beautiful smile. God, he was so attractive.
When I came up to them, Tony smiled at me. “Hey Sam, everything okay?” he asked. Now, it seemed, everyone knew about my accident.
“Yeah Tony, I’m grand. Thanks for asking.” He winked at me, and whispered something at Sophie, who giggled in response.
Mike wrapped an arm around my shoulders and kissed my hair. “You like unicorns right Sammy?” His voice was still slurred and his eyes glassy, but he seemed more composed.
Aw hell yes I did. “Yes, I do indeed.” I replied, grinning.
He lifted his chin up. “I’m going to buy you a unicorn then.” I cracked up, but his expression remained serious, determined.
“Baby, they don’t even exist! You can’t buy me one!” I countered, giggling at his annoyed expression.
“How do you know?! Have you ever seen one?” He asked, his eyebrows pulled together.
“No! That’s the point! I haven’t because they don’t exist Mike!” His expression was a mask of pure confusion, and sadness.
“Nono, they can’t just not exist.” He complained his eyes sad and his bottom lip popping out.
I just shook my head and kissed his pouting lips. His kisses tasted like alcohol and cigarettes, but I loved the taste of him, any taste of him.
The rest of the night went on pretty much like any party. Lots of random people making out, lots of inappropriate Jaime scenes, lots of Sophie and Tony cuteness and lots of Mike’s randomness. Vic, sleeping peacefully upstairs in Lena’s bedroom, oblivious to the fun happening downstairs.
After a couple of hours, Sophie announced she’s stay at Tony’s for the night. I didn’t even bother asking, I already knew, and didn’t want to hear her say it.
And as for Mike, Vic was supposed to be his ride, but he was staying the night here.
“I can take you home in Sophie’s Tsuru.” I offered him, and after a little convincing on my behalf, he reluctantly agreed.
We bid Lena goodnight and checked on Jaime. Jess was loading him into their car, the man snoring wildly. Mike came up to help her place him on the seat and buckle his seatbelt. She thanked us and we waved goodbye, climbing into Sophie’s car.
We drove in silence, one of my hands on the wheel and the other in Mike’s hand. He played with my fingers, and occasionally kissed them. I blushed when he did this, and he cuckled, claiming I was adorable, which I thought was absolutely not true.
After a couple more minutes of driving, we arrived at Mike and Vic’s place. I’d never been here before, and I was pretty aware we were alone in Mike freaking Fuentes’s house.
I started saying good night, but he shut me up.
“Stay the night Sam, please.” He pleaded, his fingers stroking my cheek.
I shook my head, a little panicked. “Mike—“
He stroked my hair. “No baby, I don’t mean stay and do that. I just want you to sleep here with me. I don’t like the idea of you driving all the way back home alone at five in the morning, you know? You can sleep in my bed if you want and I’ll go and stay in Vic’s room.”
Well, that made things different, but I was still reluctant. Wasn’t this like a big step in a relationship? I didn’t really know, but well, he’s stayed in mine already, so I guessed it couldn’t make much of a difference.
“Alright.” I agreed, and his face brightened up. He helped me out of the car, into the house, and up the stairs to his room.
I sucked in a breath. His room was amazing. The walls were painted a dark dark red, a drum set in one corner, a bed with cammo bedding on the other end of the room. Posters were stuck up on the walls everywhere, and the biggest CD collection you’ll ever see in your life was up on the wall across from his bed. It was pretty messy, but it was amazing. Also, I saw Harry Potter goodies everywhere. A couple of stuffed Hedwig’s here and there, some posters, some books, a couple of wands, and other things. Probably all gifts given by fans.
Mike leaned into me and kissed my cheek. “I’ll be in Vic’s room if you need anything okay? You can use one of my shirts to sleep in.” I nodded and he closed the door behind him.
I walked over to his closet, and picked a cut-off drop dead shirt I found. Stripping from my insanely tight dress and bra, I slipped the shirt over my head and washed my face once more. I took a little of toothpaste on my finger and rubbed it on my teeth, washing my mouth.
I pulled the blankets back and curled up underneath them. Closing my eyes, I tried letting sleep come to me, but it wouldn’t. I shifted positions a thousand times, and turned the pillow several times too.
My attempts at sleeping ended up being futile, and I ended up staring at the ceiling.
I realized, too late, that I couldn’t sleep because I felt like I was going to have one of those nights. The ones where I dreamed I was back in that night, in Kevin’s apartment, blood on my hands, a dying man at my feet. They were the nights where I woke up screaming, images of blood and sadistic hide-and-seek games flashing behind my eyes, startling my sanity.
I pressed the palms of my hands against my eyelids, willing the images to go away. No. I didn’t want one of those restless nights; they were just too hard to recover from in the morning.
Pulling the covers off of me, I stepped out of bed. I glanced at my phone screen, and it read six fifteen. Damn, I’d spent over an hour just lying in bed.
My feet made low thumping noises as I walked out of Mike’s room, across the hall, and into another bedroom with a KEEP OUT sign on the door, which I supposed was Vic’s. I opened the door tentatively, to the sight of a sleeping Mike on the bed. I watched him for a while, and sighed. It would be really cruel to wake him up. I started closing the door again, but it seems like I didn’t have to wake him up after all.
“Sam?” His voice sounded groggy and raspy. God, it sounded attractive.
I flinched, feeling guilty all over. “Yeah.” I whispered, looking down.
He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“Is everything okay babe?” he asked, concern replacing the drowsiness from his eyes, slowly.
I opened my mouth to speak, but all that came out was a weak, pathetic sound that somewhat resembled a sob.
Mike motioned me over, turning on the bedside lamp. I closed the door behind me and went up to him, sitting on his lap and burying my face into his neck. His arms held me tight against his body, and his hands stroked my back, soothingly.
I wasn’t crying, I was simply too overwhelmed with fear and memories to speak. I felt as if I was crying, but no tears were coming out, so I wasn’t.
“Were you having nightmares?” Mike asked, after a while. I shook my head. “Did you get any sleep at all since I left you?” I shook my head again.
He stayed silent for a little more, and finally asked. “Do you want me to go over there with you?” Yes. I nodded, and lifted my head up from his neck, looking him in the eyes.
“I know it sounds ridiculous, but I just……….I’m scared to go to sleep.” My voice was steady, and my eyes were dry, but I knew Mike could notice my insecurity.
“That’s okay, let’s go.” He slipped from underneath me and helped me up. He guided me back to his room where he slipped under the covers, pulling me under beside him.
Mike hugged me close to him, and kissed the back of my neck, his arms around me. I sighed audibly, and turned around, facing him.
“I’m sorry.” I said, closing my eyes and pressing my forehead against his.
His eyebrows pulled together. “What for?”
I shrugged. “Waking you up, being weak.” I didn’t want to meet his eyes, but his stare wouldn’t let me look away.
His hand came up to my face, and brushed a small, sparkling tear from my cheek. “There’s nothing to apologize for Sam.” He smiled. “I was dying to come here and do this anyway.”
That managed to bring out a smile from me, and his lips came down on mine, soft, delicately, and slowly. The kiss was short and sweet; it immediately made me feel better.
“I’m here for anything you need me. You know that.” He said, kissing my nose and my forehead.
I nodded, burying my face in his chest.
He pulled me close, and sighed. “Get some rest; we’ll talk in the morning.”
Nodding once more, I closed my eyes. His smell filled my mind, and his closeness overwhelmed me. He made me feel like I never had before in my life. He made me feel safe, and happy, and………….wanted. The thought of losing him killed me, and I clung to him like a little girl clings to her teddy bear. Mike was part of my life now, and I never wanted him to leave. He was helping me out of my returning darkness, and he still wanted to be with me even after knowing all the things he did about me.
I was falling in love with him, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to stop it.
Now, instead of fear at the thought of being in love with him, I only felt contentment. If I did come to love him, I was sure I would be okay, because Mike was there for me, and he accepted me for who I was.
So I fell asleep, in Mike Fuentes’s arms. I fell asleep in the arms of the guy I was falling for, of the guy covered in tattoos, of the guy who’s music saved my life. I fell asleep in the arms of the only person in the world who had managed to reach into my heart and own it in such a short amount of time.
And, for once in a long time, I felt okay with that. I felt safe. I felt secure.
I wanted this, and I wouldn’t let it go.

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