Mike’s P.O.V
I sat at my practice drum kit in the basement of the house. I’d been missing Drew like crazy, but that didn’t stop me from coming up with some new beats. Drum sticks in hand, I worked out a rhythm I hadn’t tried before, and every few times I played it, I altered the sound with different fills and snare rolls.

I was jotting some notes down on the notepad that was resting at my feet to help me remember what I’d come up with when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I jammed my headphones into my ears and pressed the button on one of the wires to answer it without even looking to see who was calling. “Hello?” I said into the headphones’ mic as I put my notepad down.

“Hi, honey,” a woman on the other line spoke. I knew that voice anywhere.

“Drew?” I beamed from ear to ear as I spoke. I hadn’t heard from her in almost two weeks, so her voice coming through my earphones was one of the best things I’d ever heard.

“Yeah, it’s me.” I could practically hear her smile matching mine in her words.

“Hey! What’s going on? Where are you? Are you okay? I miss you.” I spoke quickly as if the words would escape my tongue before they were said.

Drew giggled at my eagerness, and I let out a sigh. I hadn’t heard that giggle in too long. “I’m really good. Ecstatic, actually.” I heard the bustle of people and their conversations behind her, and I wondered even further where she was. “I miss you too, Mikey.”

“When are you coming back, baby? I need to see you again. And we all know Tony misses Dylan like crazy.” I chuckled as I spoke. Drew and I were speaking like she never even left, and that, I was grateful for.

“About that…I actually have a favor to ask of you.”

“Anything.” I furrowed my eyebrows in anticipation for her to ask me what she needed to.

“Could you pick us up from the airport?”

Tony’s P.O.V
I stared at the ceiling of my bedroom. It’d been nine days since I talked to Dylan last; twelve days since she left for Boston. The past few days had been miserable for me. I hadn’t spoken to Vic or Ashley the entire time, and missing Dylan was having me confined to my room in a glum state of mind. Every day, I cursed myself for drowning in self-pity instead of continuing to live life. Everyone else was seemingly doing fine, so I was alone in my constant sulk-fest.
I lifted my left arm to look at the gold watch that was resting on my wrist. It was 10:38. Great, I thought to myself. Another day wasted. I sighed as I reached for the remote on my nightstand. I flicked on my television and scrolled through the guide, eventually settling on 21 Jump Street. The movie had started only twenty minutes ago, but I’d already seen it. I chuckled slightly at the jokes as the movie progressed, and honestly, it brightened my mood a bit.

When the movie had about ten minutes left until it was over, I heard a knock at my door. “Come in!” I called, secretly missing some company.

I reached over to my bedside table to flick on the lamp. Once it was on, the fluorescent light illuminated almost the entire room, only with the exception of the corners. I turned my attention back to my door. It was opened, but standing in the threshold wasn’t one of my band mates as I’d expected.

I sat up straighter as she closed the door and walked closer to me. She sat on the edge of my bed, right next to me. “Dylan,” I barely managed to whisper her name.

Now, at this point, maybe some people would have gotten upset. Some people would be yelling at her right now for leaving them, even though it was only for a short amount of time. Other people would have a conversation, figure out how she was doing, and what she did in Boston, and what finally made her want to come back. Some people might even cry tears of joy, for finally having their loved one back in their presence.

But I did none of that. No, instead, I pulled her into the single most passionate kiss I’ve ever had in my life. All sorts of fireworks, flames, and chills shot through the air and my body all at once. I pulled her further onto the bed with my hands on her hips and her arms wrapped around my neck. I ran my hands up and down the sides of her body, almost unable to believe that it was in my arms again. She laid on top of me and straddled my hips as we made out, and my fingers traveled to the hem of her shirt. I lifted it up and over her head before we desperately resumed our kiss. Dylan did the same to my shirt, then her hands shot to the waistband of my basketball shorts.

“Are you sure?” I managed to get out.

She nodded her head. “Yes. I love you, Tony.”

I responded by pulling her back into our kiss as we both eagerly pulled my shorts down. As they were discarded onto the floor somewhere, I unbuttoned her jean shorts and pulled those off, too, before they took up a new place on the floor. I flipped us over so that I was now on top of her, and she guided me to her entrance as I propped myself up with my elbows. I kissed her neck and breathed in her sweet scent as I repeatedly pushed into her. We made love as we each slowly approached our climaxes, and I savored each second, loving feeling this close to her.

Once we were done, I collapsed on the bed next to her and pulled her back into my chest. A thin sheet of sweat was covering our bodies as we laid there, cuddling and catching our breaths. “Dylan,” I breathed out, moving her hair from her face and kissing her temple.

“Hmm?” She traced the tattoos on my hands as she waited for my response.

“I love you too.”

Notes

awww shit.