Last Seen In San Francisco

**Milinda’s POV**

To: Casey Moreta <3
hey guys idk what you’re all up to but when you get back to the venue come to ptvs bus, ahna and mike are on ours watching a movie.

From: Casey Moreta <3
kay we’re at the mall be back before too long

To: Casey Moreta <3
alright cya soon

I put my phone away and began to look through the fridge. “I feel like a rich guy – having a cute little Mexican girl cooking for me,” Vic chucked as I did so.

“Very funny, smartass,” I laughed back. “I don’t know what Jaime and Tony are up to, but you can tell them that I’m making lunch if they’re hungry. I know they’re both sad that Erin and Jess went home to work.”

“That’s sweet,” he said with a smirk, coming over from the couch to stand behind me, “but I’d rather have you to myself.” The breath on the back of my neck gave me chills, and it suddenly occurred to me that the man whose music saved my life was hitting on me.

“Go sit, Mr. Rich Man! You’re little Mexican girl is trying to cook here!” I giggled, smacking his forehead lightly.

“You got it,” he chuckled as he returned to the sofa.

We continued chatting and joking for about half an hour until I finished our enchiladas. “Is it okay?” I asked hesitantly as Vic took his first bite.

“Holy shit, Millz! This is delicious!” he said excitedly.

“Really? I’m glad you like it,” I felt myself blushing a bit at his compliments.

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**Ahna’s POV**

“Just let it go, Mike!” I yelled as I jumped up from the couch and stood on the other side of the room.

“I’m sorry! I was just asking!” he defended softly.

Let me fill you in a bit – after we got off Skype with Mike’s mom, he started asking me if I’d eaten. I really did intend to eat breakfast, but them Tony came over and it was the last thing on my mind, then I fell asleep with Tony until Mike got back. “Whatever,” I grumbled. As I did so, I walked out of the lounge and back out to the kitchen.

“Angel, come here,” he whispered as he followed me.

“No! You wanted me to eat, well I’m getting some fucking food!” I looked into the fridge and grabbed an apple before stomping off the bus. I made sure to slam the door behind me.

Mike was pretty smart – he gave me a few minutes to cool down before following me off the bus and sitting down next to me in the grass. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I just worry about you… because I love you,” he whispered as he put an arm around my shoulders.

“I just wish that you would’ve believed me when I told you that I did mean to eat something! Then I just fell asleep and… I don’t want you to be mad at me.”

“Angel, it’s okay. I’m not mad,” as he spoke, Mike put both arms around me and pulled me into his lap where I sat, snuggled up in his arms, until I finished my apple.

To make a long story short, after I was done eating, we ended up having mind-blowingly amazing make-up sex in my bunk. Oops ;)

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**Milinda’s POV**

My heart was racing, my mind was spinning, and my lips were on fire. After we finished eating, Vic grabbed me out of my seat, lifted me up, and carried me to the back lounge.

We had been debating who the better kisser was, and he – out of nowhere – decided to settle the argument.

Anyway, I was straddling him on the couch as we kissed, his hands rubbing my thighs and mine tangled in his hair. Since I was wearing a dress, my panties were exposed, but that was the last thing on my mind at the moment.

After a while, we both pulled away for air. “I think I win,” I whispered as I rested my forehead on his.

“No, I’m still the best,” Vic countered breathlessly.

“There’s no way to prove that,” I giggled.

“We could always… go to my bunk?” he asked suggestively. That was too far for me – I was in love with Vic for years, but I didn’t know him well enough for that.

“Vic… no,” I muttered as I stood up and fixed my dress a bit. “I won’t be just another band slut.”

“You’re not a band slut, Millie! You’re amazing.”

“Vic, just stop! Please!” I felt tears pricking at my eyes and had to get away. I walked out of the bus without listening to whatever Vic was yelling to me.

Just at the worst possible moment, I made eye contact with Casey who must’ve just gotten back. I saw his say something to the girls then he jogged over to me. “Millie, what’s wrong?” he asked in a panicked tone.

“Nothing, let it go.”

Casey glanced behind me and I guess figured out that I had just come from the PTV bus. “What the hell did Vic do to you?”

“Casey Moreta, watch your damn mouth!” I scolded.

“Watch yours, hypocrite. Now, tell me what happened.”

“I told you nothing,” I hissed at him before stomping away.

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