**Ahna's POV**

Mike pulled me into the PTV bus and we ran back and hopped into what I assumed was his bunk. I informed him that I was on the pill, and he nodded in acknowledgement.

Pulling the curtain over, Mike pinned my arms against the bed and leaned down, his deep breathe fanning against the skin of my neck. He grinded down on to me, parting my legs without even using his hands.

Sinking his teeth into my neck, I reveled in the feeling of him tugging at my skin. The lust engulfed us as we explored one another - giving into the cravings with no worry about what would happen later. We just wanted each other... badly.

Letting go of my left arm, Mike let his fingertips run down my body until he reached my jeans and then began to teasingly unzip them. I could feel the unfamiliar touch of his calloused hands against my stomach, and then against the line of my panties, and then below. "I want you, Ahna," he whispered, slowly moving his fingers and circular motion as I began to arch my back.

Lifting my head, I connected our lips as I raced to unzip his jeans. I was over foreplay. Tugging them down his figure as far as I could reach, I nibbled on his bottom lip as his fingers moved faster and faster against me.

"I'm so wet," I panted, grabbing on to his hair. For a stranger, it was amazing how well he seemed to know my body - every suck, lick and kiss he left was perfect.

Mike roughly tugged my panties down my legs, yanking them off my feet before moving back on top of me, his member pressing against my stomach for a moment. Just as I began to wonder what he was doing, I felt his tip brush against my core. "Tell me what you want, baby," he urged.

Tossing my head back, I grabbed on to the sheets below me and shut my eyes. "Fuck me."

"I like a girl who knows what she wants," Mike said huskily, and I felt him smirk against my neck.

Feeling him push into me, I let out a gasp and tugged at the sheets. He leaned forward, placing one hand on either side of me, and let his lips brush mine.

The blackness filled with pleades and moans. Just as I thought I was about to cum, Mike would pull out for a second just to tease me. Every time I bucked my hips, he would let out a strangled moan, meaning that I melted even more underneath him. "Pull out this time and I'll kill you," I growled, scratching his back.

Mike let his teeth graze my neck as he thrusted deep inside me, breathless murmurs filling my ears. The air, heavy with lust, left my lungs entirely as I felt myself hit my climax.

Moaning loudly into Mike's neck, I dug my nails deep into his skin. Slowing the pace, he rode out his climax before pulling out, his hands massaging my inner thighs.

"Damn," he gasped, swallowing thickly.

"Damn," I agreed breathlessly. Mike rolled off of me, and I made a move for my clothes – expecting him to want me to leave, considering it was only a little after 10:30 AM and we didn't know each other – but instead of letting me up, Mike pulled me tightly against him. I complied, for whatever reason, and rested my head in the crook of him neck. As Mike let his rough fingers dance soothingly over my back, I felt my eyelids getting heavy.

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**Milinda's POV, Two Hours Later**

I was starting to get extremely worried as Cherri Bomb's show got closer and closer. Ahna left her phone here, and I had no way to contact her. The guys left a few minutes ago, but they did give me their cell phone numbers. I promised not to fangirl and spam them, but asking for our drum tech seemed like a justified reason to call. I called Vic and he picked up on the second ring, "Uhh, who is this?" he stuttered. I heard the voice of some girl mumbling in the background, but I couldn't make out what she was saying.

"Um, it's Milinda. Is this a bad time?" I hesitated.

"Is it –ow! Damn, Cara! Uh, Millz is it important?" He asked. I wasn't sure what happened, but it sounded like she hit him. I'd also be lying if I said hearing my nickname pass through his lips – even over the phone – didn't raise goosebumps on my tanned, Latina, skin.

"I-I was just wondering if Ahna's still on your bus? The kids are going on in an hour and Nia doesn't have a drum tech. And Mike was going to sign her- Nevermind, do you know where she is?"

"I haven't heard from Mikey but he has the curtain drawn on his bunk window, which is our symbol for 'do not disturb', so she might still be there. If you meet me by– shit… Hang on Milinda Cara, it's not like that you need to calm the fuck down! She's a tour manager looking for her drum tech. Millie, meet me by the food court and I'll give you a key. I'd rather you see my little brother naked than me." We both laughed a bit.

"Thank you so much, I'll meet you in a few minutes." I sighed in relief.

"Yep." Then the line went dead.

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I stood by the Taco Bell where Vic and I met and waited. I pulled out my phone to see a million Instagram notifications. The first one: "@piercethevic took a photo of you." It was a picture of me hugging his waist and him with his arm around my shoulder and we both stuck our tongues out of the camera.

"I made a new friend today! @l1v3_f0r_th3_mus1c <3" The photo got a lot of comments asking who I was, and almost all of them were talking about getting rid of Cara and that I seemed way sweeter. I looked at some more of his photos, and there were almost a dozen with the Bomb Squad. The first one was all of PTV holding the girls – Mike was holding Ahna – on their backs and Casey was holding me. He tagged us all and wrote the caption "Check out our new tour buddies @cherribombofficial they are an amazing new band, and super fun people. Thanks from @ptvmike @ptvjaime @tonyperry and me to our new friends: Ahna (@ahnamonsta), Millie (@l1v3_f0r_th3_mus1c), Casey (@caseymoreta), Miranda (@mirandadianemiller), Nia (@nialovelis) and Rena (@renalovelis)!!!" I smiled as I looked through the photos. Not only was I ecstatic, but it warmed my heart to see the kids so happy.

Thought I was happy, I couldn't help but wonder about Ahna. Her and Mike took off without saying anything. Since her last boyfriend, Charlie, she'd been completely avoiding everything with a dick, and I couldn't believe they'd hit it off so well. "Hey there." That voice is going to be the death of me, I thought giddily.

"Hi, thank you so much for meeting me," I returned the greeting as I walked over to Vic. "I'm really sorry if I caused any trouble with you and Cara…"

"You know about Cara…?" he ask, puzzled.

"I am a pretty big fan. I'd be lying if I said I haven't stalked your Instagram before," I explained, causing us both to laugh.

"Right, right. Anyway, here's the key," he told me as he placed the small piece of metal in the palm of my hand. "just leave it on the table or give it to Mike then, okay?" I nodded in response, and left after thanking him and stealing a quick goodbye hug.

"Ahna!" I called as I opened the door to Pierce The Veil's tour bus. I tried really hard not to fangirl, but I was super excited.

"FUCK!" I heard a familiar girl's voice after a loud thud.

"Do you know what time it is?" I asked harshly from the entry way.

"Do you know that I might've just given myself a concussion?!" she countered.

"You okay, Doll Face?" Mike whispered, but not soft enough that I didn't hear.

A minute or so later, Ahna emerged from the bunk fully dressed, but her hair was a ragged mess that made it fairly obvious what had happened in that bus. Mike walked out too, in just his shorts. "Okay, how long till Cherri Bomb go on?" she asked. Her tone was still slightly annoyed, but she sounded much more compassionate once it was the kids she was talking about.

"Less than an hour," I huffed.

"Come see our set later?" Mike requested of Ahna.

"I don't know if I-"

"Pleeeaaaase?!" he begged, wrapping an arm around her waist from behind and pressing his lips to her neck. I looked away awkwardly as they talked. "I'll get you a pass so you can come side stage! Then you can come to our kickoff party! You too, Milinda."

"It's fine, Ahna. Go have fun and I'll stay with the kids." I assured her.

"No, I'm here for them, not to party and hookup," she assured me, pulling brusquely away from Mike's grasp. The look on his face was one of pure sadness and disappointment. I was worried she would do that, I thought.

Notes

FIRST OF ALL, HUGE THANK YOU TO @we-are-the-creatures FOR HELPING ME WRITE THIS CHAPTER! SHE IS SUCH A LOVELY LITTLE SHIT AND SHE IS AN AMAZING WRITER SO PLEASE GO CHECK OUT HER STORIES AS WELL!!!

So I hope you guys like this chapter, please comment what you think!<3

QOTD: How do you think Mike feels about Ahna not wanting to see him again?

{Title Credit To: Break Your Little Heart, All Time Low}