Last Seen In San Francisco

**Millie’s POV**

Vic and I had arrived back at the Cherri Bomb bus to see Mike and Ahna snuggled on the back couch watching the Tim Burton version of Alice In Wonderland. “Hey,” Ahna greeted us, not tearing her eyes from the screen. She knew the movie so well that she was literally mouthing the words with Mike watching her in amusement.

“Hi there,” I felt very awkward, like we were intruding, so Vic and I decided to go somewhere else. “We’re going to go get some lunch,” I told them before we left.

“Mexican food?” Vic asked as we stepped outside the bus.

“Eh… how about we just go back to your bus and I cook? Don’t wanna lose my skills,” I winked.

“That sounds great! I haven’t had a homecooked meal since about a week before this tour started,” and with that, we started off towards PTV’s bus, making happy chit-chat.

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**Ahna’s POV**

A few minutes after Vic and Millie left, the movie ended and neither of us wanted to move to put something else on. “Ya know, Vic told our mom that I have a girlfriend,” Mike said, sorta out of the blue.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked, suddenly very nervous.

“Yep. She wants us to Skype her,” he smiled at me hopefully. I could already tell he was a bit of a mama’s boy.

“Uhh, okay. When?”

“We could do it now,” he suggested. I saw that coming...

“Okay…” I was nervous, but I wanted to make Mikey happy.

“Yay! I’ll text her!”

“Is it going to bother her that you’re older than me?” I asked.

“Um, I don’t think so. She’s really not uptight or anything. Besides, it’s not like you’re underage or something.”

“It’s six years, though, Mike.”

“Please don’t worry so much, Angel,” Mike assured me, kissing my nose. I ran over to my bunk and got my laptop out. I handed it to Mike and told him to login to Skype. As he did so, I instantly saw a call coming in from Vivian Fuentes. “Hi, mama!” Mike said happily as he answered.

“Hi, baby!” the kind-looking, older woman on the screen said with a huge smile on her face. “And you must me Anna!” she said, pronouncing my name wrong, though she said it happily.

“Mama, it’s Ahna,” Mike corrected her, pulling me close.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Vic told me about you through text,” she said, making a face. “Since somebody didn’t bother to!”

“Oh, otra vez no, mamá! [Oh, not this again, mama]” Mike said with a small smirk. Even though I didn’t understand it, hearing him speak Spanish was REALLY sexy.

“Michael! Speak so the poor girl knows what you’re saying!” Vivian scolded him. “Anyway, Ahna, as soon as the tour is over, you just have to come see us! It would be wonderful to meet you in person.” As soon as the tour is over?! I haven’t even thought about what would happen then… I thought emptily. LA is like three hours from San Diego.

“Mamá, no presione a ella! Ella es lo suficientemente nervioso! [Mom, don't pressure her! She's nervous enough]” Mike said. I didn’t know what he was saying, but I loved hearing it.

“Oh, hush!” Vivian responded. “So, Ahna, how old are you?”

“Mamá!” Mike scolded. That I understood.

I giggled a bit, then responded, “I’m twenty-three.”

“So, you’re pretty young then,” she remarked, though not in a negative tone.

“Mamá!” Mike groaned. “Ella ya estaba preocupado de que a usted le desaprueba! [She was already worried that you'd disapprove!]”

“I am sorry, Michael! Now, talk so the girl can understand you!” Vivian scolded him again, emphasizing each word.

“It’s okay, Mrs. Fuentes, I probably don’t wanna know,” I giggled nervously.

“Oh, please, call me Mamá!” she said cheerfully. “Oh, one second!” the lady walked away from the computer then returned a silent moment later. “I have to go, kids, sorry! Anyway, love you guys and I’ll talk to you soon.” Vivian waved and smiled before ending the call.

“That was terrifying,” I sighed.

“It’s okay, Angel. She loves you!” Mike reassured me. Placing a gentle kiss on the top of my head, he pulled me into a tight hug. “And I love you.”

“I love you, too, Baby,” I whispered back.

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