-Rosemarie.

I walked downstairs,the scent of food hitting my nose senses.
Happily I skipped towards the kitchen find Mike cooking.

"You cook?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"Oh why the fuck does everyone get surprised, like seriously!" He scoffed.
"You're Mike. Mike only cares about weed"
"Weed and drumming!" He corrected me.
"So what did you make me?" I laughed.
"Not a damn thing," he smirked.

The sad part is that he's serious, he wasn't going to cook for me but I had a hero.
"Don't worry I'll cook us something" Casey said in a groggy voice.
"See, Casey will feed your fatass" Mike said as he tried swallowing down a piece of bread.

Casey looked at me and gave a little wink, I loved it.
What made it more intriguing was keeping it a secret. The rush of excitement I got from it was almost as good as adrenaline.

I watched as he cooked foe the both of us, his smile being the cutest thing I've seen this morning.
He tried to impress me with his pancake flips and salt n pepper throws for the eggs.
"Calm your shit case this isn't Chef America" Mike joked.
"No but it can be" he laughed.
"Whatever" Mike shrugged.

"Ladies...ladies..please save it for later" Vic said entering the kitchen.
He greeted us all,and walked towards the fridge.

"Hey, have you guys talked to Tony lately?" Vic asked.
"No actually" Mike said.
Casey nodded I agreement, no ones heard of him.

"Maybe he's doing that thing where he won't talk to any of us for a "week" but it usually lasts for only three days" Casey said.
"Well hopefully we hear from him soon, we got to start writing and recording"
"New tour?" Casey asked.
"Possibly" Vic smiled.

The boys continued to talk about the upcoming tour, while I sat there thinking of the last moment I had seen Tony.
Which was the night Casey and I had sex.

I tried so hard remembering what Tony said, but none of it coming to mind.

I just hope I'm not the reason for his disappearance.

Notes

Quick boring filler. Sorry D:
predictions anyone?!