Danny pulled the curtain back to Taylah’s bunk and rolled his eyes at the sight of Taylah and Mike curled around each other as they slept. He didn’t realise Mike was on the bus. He was 75.3457% sure that when Taylah came back from her walk and went to bed, she was alone. When did he get here? How did he get here? Deciding not to dwell on it, he poked Mike’s arm garnering no response. Shaking his head he reached out and shook Mike’s arm that was wrapped around Taylah’s neck.

“What?” Taylah mumbled against Mike’s throat as his arms wrapped tighter around her as he buried his head in her hair with a groan. “I’m busy.”

Danny smiled slightly, no matter who she was with, she’d never change. “We’re in SD. I figured you’d rather sleep in your own bed then in the bunk.”

Taylah shifted slightly, turning her head as much as she could, a single brown eye starring back at him, partially obscured by her messy fringe. “We’re home?”

“Yeah, baby girl, we’re home. Now why don’t you two get up and go to an actual bed?”

“Are we at our place?” she asked as she shook Mike, trying to get him to let her up.

“Yeah, we just got here.”

Taylah nodded. “Alright, we’ll be up in a minute.” Her voice was muffled because Mike had pulled her closer and groaned.

“Shut up, sleeping,” Mike mumbled as he settled once more.

“I’ll leave you to it, Tay,” Danny said chuckling as he pulled away and closed the curtain to her bunk and walking back to the front of the bus to continue packing up the random things they had lying around. About five minutes later Mike dragged himself into the front of the bus, Taylah right behind him. “Well don’t you two look like death warmed up.”

“Fuck. You,” Taylah growled before grabbing Mike’s hand. “We’re going to bed, I’ll see you later.”

“Alright then. Oh, and happy birthday,” Danny called over as the two began down the stairs of the bus.

---

Whump.

“What the fuck!” Mike cried out as an enormous weight threw itself on his stomach.

Taylah threw herself into a sitting position as she wheezed; trying to regain her breath as she starred down at her lap where a ridiculously large black dog splayed himself across Mike and herself having gotten it into his head that he would become a professional lap dog. He needed a reality check.

“Padfoot! Get the hell off me!” Taylah cried as she leant forward to shove the dog down her legs. Instead of complying with her, he let out a whine and stood up, walking back up the bed to stand in her face. Taylah frowned at him while Mike took in the size of the black beast, unaware dogs could get that huge.

The dog let out a deep bark followed by a long whine and Taylah smiled. “I missed you, Padfoot. We’ll bring you on tour again, don’t worry.” Mike watched as that one sentence completely changed the beast’s demeanour, completely relaxing the dog as it leaned forward and licked her cheek before jumping off the bed and walking out of the room.

Taylah wiped the slobber off her cheek with a smile before sighing. “I hate it when he does that. He’s so clingy.”

“How long have you had him?” Mike asked as he pushed himself back to lean against the wall. Taylah hummed softly as she tried to remember exactly how long she’d had her dog, moving to lean against Mike’s side as she did so.

“Not too sure, two years? We got him from an animal shelter when he was around a year old. He’d had an abusive owner which saddens me to no end, who would want to hurt the poor guy? Danny got him for me when my cat ran away. Little shit.”

Mike laughed at his girlfriend’s annoyed expression as she shifted to lean back against him. They stayed that way before the call for food began to be too much. “Babe, I’m hungry. Let’s go get food.” Instead of moving, Taylah sprawled herself over him and became dead weight, trapping him on the bed. “Babe, seriously, let up.”

“Uh, uh; comfy.” Taylah tilted her head back on his chest to look up at him. “Besides, you have to say the magic words.”

Mike looked down at her with a completely seriously face. “If you don’t get off me right now, you won’t get any birthday sex.”

Taylah narrowed her eyes, glaring at his upside down face. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Wouldn’t I?”

Taylah groaned and sat up, pushing herself to the edge of the bed and grabbed a pair of red plaid pants that she’d cut into shorts off of the floor. “You’re evil, Whiskey. Pure evil,” she said as she stood from the bed to slip the shorts on. Mike watched as her creamy skin was slowly hidden from view along with her fabulous underwear.

“If you say so, Latté.”

Mike pushed himself off of the bed and walked over to her closet to find a shirt he could wear knowing that he would find one in his size quite easily. Taylah was predictable in the fact that she would buy large shirts, one of the reasons she liked to wear all of the guys shirts was because they were huge on her. Finding an old, well looked after Pantera shirt he pulled it off the hanger and yanked it over his head as Taylah moved in front of him to pull out a dark grey Drop Dead shirt.

“You ready to go?” she asked as she slipped the white singlet she’d worn to bed over her head, throwing it to the floor as she reached for the shirt she’d dropped on the bed after pulling it out.

“Yeah, just need shoes and I’m set.”

“Let’s go then.” Mike looked over at her when he heard her muffled voice to see her struggling to get the shirt over her head. Laughing at his useless girl, he walked over and grabbed the bunched up material and gently pulled it down; Taylah’s head popping out with a ginger explosion.

Satan sucks, Jesus Swallows.

Mike smiled at the slogan of the shirt before he grabbed her hand, pulling her out of her room and leading her downstairs while she tried to fix her hair with her free hand. “We have to eat before tonight. I don’t need a ridiculously drunk ginger on my hands.”

The two stopped at the front door to pull on their shoes, Taylah swiping her wallet and keys off of the small table by the door while Mike double checked he had his phone. “What are we doing tonight?”

“It’s your birthday so we’re going to go out, most likely go to a club, Alan will lead us into a strip club, you and I will come back here and I will promptly fuck your brains out,” Mike said as he opened the door and stepped out, Taylah close behind him.

“You mean I have to wait until tonight to have sex with you. Argh man, I did not sign up for this. I got a boyfriend so I could have sex all the time, not just at night.”

Mike laughed and looked down at Taylah, watching as she pulled her hair back into a messy bun before reaching down and tucking her hand into his. “If I wasn’t so hungry, I’d drag you back to bed and have at you, but alas, I’m starving.”

Taylah rolled her eyes but smiled. “Which is why we get along so well.”

“Because we eat and have sex a lot?”

It was Taylah’s turn to laugh before shaking her head. “That’s one reason. I don’t know, we just click, you get me and I get you. I don’t really know how to describe it. I agree though, I’m totally starving. I’m so hungry I could stab somebody.”

“As long as that somebody isn’t me,” Mike joked.

“We’ll see,” Taylah said as she smiled up at Mike before casting her eyes forward. “Aw sweet, Maccas is right there. Yessss.” Mike looked forward to see the mighty golden arches of
McDonalds and sighed happily.

“Last one there has to buy the food,” Taylah shouted as she dropped his hand and began sprinting down the footpath.

“That’s cheating!” Mike shouted as he followed close behind her, unashamed to admire the view of his girl’s arse before watching it disappear through the doors of the fast food store. Groaning, he slowed to a job as he walked into the McDonalds, immediately joining Taylah in line.

“You so owe me,” he said as they picked out their meals.

“I’ll make it up to you when we get home,” Taylah said with a smile, eyes never straying from the boards hanging above the cashiers.

“Thems fighting words,” Mike said with a grin.

---

“Happy birthday!”

Taylah grinned at everyone who was crowded in the living room of her shared house. Mike had been wrong when he said they’d go out to a club. As soon as Danny, Horizon and Shay got home they began setting up streamers and lights and getting the stereo ready for a massive party. All of Taylah’s close friends as well as everyone she’d just come off tour with surrounded her; mountains of presents sitting on the table to her left.

“Thanks you guys, this is so fantastic. I honestly didn’t expect you to go hard out for my birthday but this is awesome. I hope you have a great time tonight and that you don’t get too fucked up. But for now, LET’S PARTY!” Taylah shouted and everyone cheered happily.

Casey appeared by her side with a large smile stretched across his face holding a shot glass out to her. “Here, you need to start the night off properly.”

“What is it?” Taylah asked as she took the glass from him, holding it up in preparation to drink.

“It’s a Three Wise Men shot,” Casey shouted back as the music was suddenly turned up. Taylah winced before shrugging and throwing the shot back, coughing slightly at the strong burn in her throat as her eyes watered.

“That, Casey, is the single most horrible thing you could do to a person,” Taylah said, voice slightly husky from trying to come back from the shot.

“I know, but you have to do it. It’s a birthday tradition.”

Taylah laughed and nodded. “If you say so, Casey,” stepping closer, she linked her arm through his happily. “Lead me to the kitchen, I seem to be in need of a drink.”

Casey smiled and tugged her along. “If you say so, love.”

The duo dodged through the multiple bodies as they danced to whatever song was playing; Taylah didn’t recognise it, but then again, she didn’t recognise a lot of music. As they walked into the kitchen Taylah was surprised at the amount of varying bottle that lines the counter, the place could pass for an actual bar with the way it was set up. A self-serve bar, but a bar none the less.

Casey pulled two glasses from a crate on the far side of the kitchen and set them down on the counter, turning to get ice from a large bucket that sat beside the fridge, dropping a couple of cubes into each glass. Taylah watched with a smile as Casey sang along to the song playing as he picked up a bottle of Jack Daniels and poured a liberal amount into each glass before sliding one over to her.

“Here you are, Tay. Drink up. I’m gonna go and find a girl to dance with.”

“Thanks, Case,” Taylah laughed and watched as he slipped out to mingle with the crowd.

Humming happily, Taylah sipped from her glass before setting it down while she pushed herself up onto the bench; happy to people watch for a while as she enjoyed her drink.
After ten minutes of a mixed playlist full of songs that she didn’t know, Taylah began singing along to The Final Countdown, glad that someone had thought to include it because it was hectic. Absently bobbing her feet in time with the beat as she sipped her whiskey; Taylah’s dark eyes drifted over the different faces from behind her glasses. It was a method of hers that she used to get accustomed to so many people. If she knew that most of the people were her friends, she could relax more and actually go out in the crowds and dance.

She blamed schoolies for her fear of dancing crowds.

Fucking schoolies.

Taylah shook her mind out of the terrible memories of that week, zoning back in to the people around her. Smiling at the people who would come to get a refill on their drink and wish her a happy birthday as they did so. Deciding that she should start readying herself to actually participate in dancing, she turned to grab the bottle of Jack to refill her glass, humming he beat of the new song that came on.

Glancing around, she smiled at the sight of Mike dancing –grinding- against Casey before Casey set his eyes on a brunette and moved away from Mike, only to be replaced by a short bleach blond haired girl. Taylah watched as the girl began to try and grind up against Mike while he kept trying to move away. It was amusing to watch the one sided interest in a strange way. She knew Mike wouldn’t try anything; she just wanted to see how far this girl would go.

Oh.

That far.

Taylah watched as the girl latched her fingers around neck and forced him down to her height to press her lips against his; not managing to keep him there for long as he reached up and grabbed her wrists, forcing them away from his neck. She could hear his exclamation of “What the fuck, Alysha!” from where she was sitting across the room.

Shaking her head, she determined that this must be one of Mike’s ex-girlfriends. This is going to be fun. Not. Sighing, Taylah threw the rest of her whiskey back and slipped off of the bench and made her way over to her boyfriend and the girl who was still trying to climb all over him.

“Anything I can do to help out?” she asked as she slid up beside Mike’s elbow.

The girl, Alysha, turned to frown at her as she raked her eyes up and down her body with distaste. Something which Taylah didn’t understand because Hannah had come by that afternoon and picked out her clothes, so there was no way she looked bad. Hannah was amazing at picking out clothes and heaps of people had already complemented her on how amazing she looked.

“No, this is a conversation between boyfriend and girlfriend. Something I doubt you know anything about so if you could just run along, that’d be nice.”

Taylah felt her eyebrows rise up as she spoke. “Wow, okay, see I know that isn’t true because one, if you guys were together Mike wouldn’t be trying to get away from you and you wouldn’t be forcing yourself on him. Two, I happen to know plenty about being in relationship, and three, fuck you bitch. This is my party and I don’t recall inviting you. I don’t even know you, so I don’t understand what all the hostility is about. Now if you could unhand my boyfriend I’d much appreciate it.”

Taylah glared at Alysha, dark eyes narrowed into slits as she waited for the girl to release her grip. The girl’s eyes were surprised by what she said, he hands flying away from Mike’s shirt as she laughed. “You dumped me and got with her? Her? Wow, way to lower your standards, Mikey. You know what; I know you and you’ll come crawling back in a matter of time.”

Taylah felt the sting of her comment before letting it roll off of her shoulders. She’d had plenty worse things said about her in her time and that was quite mild. Didn’t mean she wasn’t pissed off though. “Kindly get the fuck out of my house. I don’t need trash like you hanging around, someone might see you and throw up.”

The girl looked as if she’d been slapped before she glared at Taylah and turned in a huff, shoving people to the side as she made her way to the door. When she couldn’t see her fake hair anymore Taylah shook her head. “Wow, what a cunt.” Clapping her hands she turned to look up at Mike who was staring at her in amazement. “So, want a drink? I need a drink.”

“Taylah, I don’t think I’ve seen you stare someone down like that before. I think you made her shit herself,” Mike said as he followed her to the kitchen.

Taylah shrugged as she pulled another glass from the crate for both of them and poured straight Jack into each glass. “Well she should be glad that’s all I did to her. I don’t like people talking down to me like that. She should be glad I wasn’t in the mood to fucking hit that self-assured, cocky expression off of her face. Dumb bitch. Argh, and people wonder why I don't go to parties or out clubbing. So much drama,” she groaned out the last word.

Mike grinned down at the ginger who plopped herself down on one of the three barstools with a huff, clearly annoyed. He loved how quickly she could change from a shy, awkward girl into someone who you didn’t want to fuck with. It was something he wasn’t used to in the girls he dated, he also wasn’t used to the way she reacted. Most girls would see their boyfriend kiss someone else and run off before seeing what happens after. Taylah wasn’t like that, she knew that things could come off completely different and warped if someone else told her what happened.

Taylah yelped in surprise as Mike grabbed her hips and picked her up, sitting her on the counter and moving to stand between her legs as he pulled her close to him until she was flush against him. “You are fucking incredible.”

Taylah wrapped her arms around his neck, lowering his head slightly as she straightened her back to press a kiss to his lips before pulling back. “I know I am, Mike.”

Still smiling, Mike dropped his head to rest on her shoulder before tilting it to press a kiss to her neck, moving up slightly to kiss and suck behind her ear, grinning when he felt rather than heard her moan. “I love you, Latté,” he whispered into her ear before softly kissing her cheek.

Taylah pulled back slightly to look at him, smiling as her brown eyes softened. “I love you too, Whiskey,” she whispered back before kissing him hard.

Mike pulled away from her lips to kiss down her jaw and once again place his lips to her neck, latching on to suck and lick at the spot behind her ear; every moan she made just spurring him on more.

Taylah turned her head to look at side of Mike’s face as he moved down her neck to kiss her collar bone. Leaning over until her lips brushed his ear she moaned at the sensation of his tongue soothing the spot he’d just sucked on. “Take it to the bed, we can do it all night,” she moaned into his ear.

Mike pulled back to press a hard kiss on her lips before pulling back to look at her with lust filled eyes. “You took the words right out of my mouth.” Without missing a beat, Mike grabbed her hips and picked her up, Taylah’s legs wrapping around his waist as he began moving towards the stairs.

Notes

Argh, you do NOT want to know how long it took me to punch this chapter out. Needless to say I took writers block by the balls and beat it up with a stick.

I hope you guys liked the drama and random movie and song references I slipped in. I love you all and because it's currently 4:03AM, I'm going to sleep. Thank god I'm not working. Argh, night guys.

PS. Metro Station, you glorious beings, if it weren't for you, I would've crashed an hour ago. Well, them and my friend texting about her unfortunate occurances with her new phone. I'm still laughing, buddy.