Last Seen In San Francisco

**Ahna's POV**

I was lying in bed with the arms of my sleeping boyfriend wrapped around me, just enjoying the sounds of his breath and heart as the morning sun bathed his beautiful face. After a while, his breathing changed and I felt his arms adjust slightly, telling me he was awake. "Good morning, Angel," Mike whispered as he drew lazy circles on my back and side.

"Hi, Mikey," I giggled in response has one of his fingers hit my tickling-spot.

"Why are you laughing? Ya dork," he chuckled, digging his fingers back into that same spot.

"St-stop!!" I choked out, laughing hysterically, "Mike, please!" Mike then climbed on top of my, pinning me down so I couldn't fight back. As he did so the blankets were no longer covering my stomach from his view, and I was fiercely uncomfortable.

"Ohhh, does that tickle?" Mike continued to laugh as he tickled me.

"Mike, I'm n-not ii-kidding anymore," I was still laughing from his fingers, but I was no longer having fun. He seemed to realize that as he moved his hands from my sides to my face, cupping my cheeks as he gently placed his lips on mine. The kiss was so gentle, our lips just barely brushing against each other.

"I thought I made you feel beautiful last night," he whispered against my lips. He then got off of me and helped me back into his Key Street shirt. He looked at me sadly once I had it back on.

"Please don't look at me like that," I requested sadly.

"It just makes me sad that you feel the need to cover up in front of me," he pouted. I sighed and laid back down. "I think your body is ridiculously sexy."

"I think I'm fat," I muttered.

"You must be blind," Mike told me, leaning over to kiss my cheek. "You wanna know the worst part?" he asked me in a naughty tone. I gave him a questioning look in response. Before speaking, he slithered his hand up my shirt and began squeezing and massaging my breast again. "When you cover up like this, I can't look at your amazing rack."

"Michael Christopher Fuentes!" I laughed out, playfully smacking his chest, though I was arching my back slightly in response to his actions. He pulled his hand out of my shirt and brought it back to my face, stroking my cheek slowly with his thumb.

"You know, I meant what I said last night," he whispered, looking directly into my eyes. I think I might be in love with you, his words echoed through my mind.

"I-"

I swear that I will live for you, before I die...

My words were cut off by Papa Roach as my phone began to ring. "You're music taste is sexy, too," Mike mumbled, gliding his lips over my neck as I answered the phone.

"Hello?" I greeted, not having checked the Caller ID.

"Hey, Ahna," I immediately recognized the voice to be Milinda's, "when are you coming back? CB isn't on until later tonight, but you still need to have a serious talk with Nia. She stabbed Charlie yesterday, Ahna! You need to be here to help her through this."

"I… I know, Mills. I know. But Nia wasn't the only one I had to have a serious talk with. I'll be over in a bit, but you have to understand that-"

"Hey," Mike whispered against my neck, making me shiver, "don't worry about me, Angel. Go do what you gotta do, and I'll make sure that you make it up to me later."

"Ahna?" Millie questioned.

"I'll be there within the next hour," I sighed before hanging up, not waiting for a reply. "I don't wanna go," I huffed, pushing my head against his neck. In response, Mike wrapped his arms around my back and kissed the top of my head.

"I know it's hard, Angel, but everything's gonna be okay," he cooed.

"Mikey?" I whispered.

"Mhm?"

"I love you."

"I love you, Angel." He squeezed me tighter and kissed the top of my head. "Do you feel beautiful yet?"

"Maybe a little… Can I tell you a secret?" I asked, biting my lip.

"You can tell me anything, always," he answered.

"Nobody's ever done that before," I looked up at him, awaiting a reaction.

"Really?" He chuckled a bit.

"Nope. I've only ever been with one other person, and he never did anything like that," I explained.

"Well, it was my pleasure," he said with a smirk, leaning down and giving me a small kiss on the lips.

"Oh, trust me the pleasure was all mine," I giggled into the kiss.

"I'm trying to be a gentleman, you dork!" Mike laughed as he sat up.

"Yeah that was real gentlemanly," I countered.

"Oh, hush. You want some breakfast?" he offered, putting his boxers and basketball shorts back on.

"Thanks. I'm really not looking forward to facing Milinda," I confessed as I pulled off the shirt I was wearing and put my bra on before putting the shirt back on.

"It'll be okay, she's just stressed," Mike reassured me. I found the yoga pants Erin had given me, but couldn't find my panties.

"Mike, have you seen-" I stopped my sentence as I turned and saw him standing up holding them on his finger.

"Looking for something?" he smirked at me, holding them up above his head.

"You creeper," I grumbled as I reached up for them but not even getting close.

"Niiice ass," Mike grinned and playfully smacked my ass with his free hand. He turned around so my back was to the bed and tapped my shoulder, gesturing for me to sit. I did so, and Mike kneeled in front of me.

"Mike, everyone's awake," I informed him warily.

"I wasn't gonna do that, you little perv!" he chuckled and winked at me. He then slowly, almost teasingly, slid my panties up my legs. I stood, allowing him to pull them all the way up. Mike pressed a few light kisses to each of my thighs then stood up and pressed his lips ever so gently onto mine. "Let me know when I've made you feel beautiful," he whispered as he pulled me into a tight hug.

I pulled away and put my jeans on. "Okay, I should go," I said sadly.

"Not so fast, Angel. You're going to eat," he said,

"Mike, I'm really not hungry. I need to go talk to Nia."

"No, you need to eat. You walked out on breakfast yesterday, then we were at the police station till late. I'm not going to let you skip breakfast after not eating anything yesterday. I'm pretty sure Tony won't let you leave without eating either."

"Fine," I grumbled. We excited the back room and Mike put the yoga pants in Erin and Tony's bunk as we passed.

"Good morning!" Jess waved pleasantly as I sat next to her on the sofa.

"Hi," I smiled back.

"Hey," Jaime said, looking between Mike and I, "you guys got the big bed two nights in a row, I saw tonight is me and Jess's turn!"

"You guys take turns with the bed?" I chuckled.

"Hell yeah," Tony chimed in with a chuckle, "those bunks are not easy to maneuver in!"

"Tell me about it," Erin grumbled and rubbed her head, causing everyone to laugh.

After a few more minutes of random small talk, Vic finished up the pancakes. "Ahna, what do you like on your pancakes?" he asked me kindly. Mike gave me an encouraging nod, and Tony smiled at me.

"Um, just a very small bit of butter," I told him. "Thank you very much," I said, trying to sound sincere as I sat at the table next to Mike.

"Want me to cut them for you?" he asked me, laughing at how I just randomly stabbed at them.

"I'm a big girl!" I laughed, trying to cut a chunk off.

"A big girl that doesn't know how to cut pancakes," he muttered as he pulled my plate away and swiftly sliced up my food. Erin and Tony, who were sitting across from us, laughed at the interaction.

"Thanks, jerk," I mumbled, popping a small piece into my mouth. Tony smiled at me with pride in his eyes as I did so.

"You guys are so fucking cute," Erin giggled, completely oblivious to the struggle I was facing. I blushed at her words and looked down at my food.

"Oh, c'mon Aschow, I know I'm cute, you don't have to remind me," Mike teased her, trying to cover my discomfort. I absolutely hated eating in front of people. "Good girl," Mike whispered into my ear and I took another bite, "I'm proud of you, Angel."

"This is delicious, Vic. Thank you," I told him with a smile. He thanked me and announced that he was going out to drink his coffee.

I ate a whole pancake (out of the three Vic put on my plate) and felt full. When you rarely eat, your stomach can't handle much food at a time when you actually do eat. "Um, Erin, let's go get dressed," Tony requested awkwardly. He and Mike sensed that I wasn't going to eat any more, and they also knew that I didn't want to make a scene in front of her.

I mentally thanked Tony as Mike began to dig in on the rest of my food. "Piggy," I muttered with a giggle as I watched him.

He laughed in response and took my plate over to the sink. "Want me to walk over with you?" he asked me, seeing how nervous I was. I shook my head, the bus was literally ten feet away. "Okay, well I'll be right over here for about an hour or two before we have to rehearse. After that, call me if you need me. Love you, Angel." Mike kissed me gently before letting go of me, allowing me to exit the PTV bus.

"Nia?" I whispered as I opened the door to the bus I was meant to be sleeping on.

"Hey," she greeted me. She was in the middle of doing Rena's makeup, so she didn't pay me much mind. I sat and watched her for about five minutes until she finished. Nia then requested we leave the bus to talk, as she didn't want Rena to hear. I agreed, and we stepped outside the bus.

"I'm so so sorry that you had to get involved in that situation," I sighed once we got settled in the grass next to Cherri Bomb's bus.

"It's not your fault. Millie told us to stay inside, but I heard you yell and… I couldn't not do something. I know that you feel really guilty, but you shouldn't," she vented.

"I'm supposed to be the one looking after you, stupid," I giggled at her. "No, but seriously, that couldn't have been easy, and I can see in your eyes that your… freaked out. Just please understand that I know you're not perfectly okay after that, and I'm always here to talk to. Or Millie, Casey, Rena, Miri, and the guys. I know that Mike loves you like a little sister. He loves you for what you did for me."

"I love him for what he's done for you," she told me. I gave her a questioning look. "He makes you so damn happy, Ahn! And have you noticed the way he looks into your eyes? That man loves you."

"I love him a lot, Nia," I told her. She squealed and hugged me. I flung myself back into the grass and just stared up at the sky.

"Holy shit!" Nia laughed loudly.

"What?!" I asked her.

"You have a massive hickey on your hip! It matches your neck," she collapsed down next to me laughing.

"You should see him," I muttered, remembering the huge bite mark I left on Mike's shoulder last night.

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