**Milinda’s POV**

I made my way back to Cherri Bomb’s bus, smiling about having made up with Vic. I walked into the bus and found Ahna eating a piece of toast. I tried to contain my happiness at seeing her willingly eating. “What’s got you so smiley?” she asked with a sleepy giggle.

“I had a talk with Vic,” I said happily as I made myself a cup of coffee.

“Oooohhh,” Ahna responded, now seeming fully awake. “Did you have crazy-amazing make-up sex?” she asked with a sly wink.

“No!” I laughed, “We just talked and kissed a little.”

“Then had amazing-”

“Ahna, if you say ‘make-up sex’ one more time, I will slap you with that piece of toast,” I said sternly, trying to contain my laughter.

“Sorry, sorry. So was Mike there?” she asked through her giggles.

“Oh, yeah I was supposed to tell you to get your ‘little ass’ over there once you woke up,” I informed her.

“Then I better go get ready,” she said with a grin that suggested she wouldn’t have the outfit on for very long.

**Later That Day**

Since Miranda was still unable to sing, I was filling in for her again during their shows. “Thank you, Scranton!” I yelled happily into the microphone. “You’ve been so wonderful!”

After the show, I returned to the bus to shower and get ready for my date with Vic.

“Hey, come on in,” I heard Nia, in the front room, say.

“Thanks, Red,” Vic answered. I heard Nia giggle at the nickname. “Ready to go, pretty girl?” he whispered in my ear, snaking his arms around my waist from behind.

“Mhm,” I agreed with a smile as I looked at him in the mirror.

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**Ahna’s POV, Earlier That Day**

“Then I better go get ready,” I said happily as I shoved the last of my toast in my mouth. I went back and through on an outfit that would cover me up. I then put on some makeup and slid in my nose and lip piercings before brushing my teeth, putting a bow in my hair, and leaving the bus.

I knocked on the door of PTV’s bus and was almost instantly greeted by my favorite turtle. “Hey, Ahn!” he said happily, pulling me into a quick hug. “You have crumbs in your chin,” he chuckled, though had a look of pride as he realized that I had eaten.

“Yeah well I wanted to save some of my toast for lunch,” I laughed, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, even though all the guys knew about my eating problems.

“Hey, Princess,” Mike said with a proud look on his face as he emerged from the bunk area and saw me. I could tell by his expression that he heard the conversation I had with Tony.

“Hey babe,” I giggled as Mike pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head.

“Let’s go to the back room,” he whispered into my ear. I had only then realized that he was wearing nothing but boxers.

I walked back with him and he pulled me onto his lap on the couch. He looked me over and gave a disapproving look. “What?” I questioned awkwardly, “Do I look fat?”

“No, Angel, you look beautiful,” he said, stroking my legs gently, then giving me a quick kiss on my shoulder. “I just wish I could see more of you. It’s 90 degrees and you’re wearing jeans and a sweater.”

“Well I thought it looked… appropriate.”

“No, this is appropriate,” he said with a devilish smirk before standing up and leaving the room. Mike then returned and locked the door, with something in his hand. Once he got close to me, Mike whispered in my ear, “Hold your arms up for me, Angel,” then left a tender kiss on my neck. I did as he asked, then felt him pull off my sweater. I felt instantly comfortable and exposed as I was left in just my bra.

“Mike, what are you doing…?” I whispered.

“Please trust me, baby girl.” Mike handed me a tight fitting crop top. “It’s Erin’s, she told me that since she accidentally left it in Tony’s bunk, I should give it to you.”

“Mike, there’s no way that’s gonna fit me…” I mumbled, looking down at my stomach.

“It might fit you a bit more loosely than Erin, but I still think it will be nice to see my angel in something that looks a little sexy,” Mike said with that same grin.

“Okay, but only for you,” I mumbled as I grabbed the shirt from him and pulled it on.

“See, with your tattoos showing and those jeans and boots, you look very bad ass and very sexy, baby,” Mike whispered with his hands on my waist as he pulled me in for a kiss.

“You know, there’s really no point in giving me clothes if you plan on pulling them off,” I whispered once he pulled away.

“No no, we’re going out,” Mike said happily, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the bus.

“Where?” I asked, giggling like a little kid.

“I dunno, anywhere my Angel wants to go,” he responded.

We ended up walking to a big, grassy hill and just laying in the grass talking.

“Well, well, well. Look who we have here,” I heard that voice, like nails on a chalkboard.

“Alysha… what do you want?” Mike said harshly.

“I uhh, I have to go help Cherri Bomb get set up for their show…” I muttered. I gave Mike a long, tender kiss before I got up and left.

Notes

yay another new chapter!!

btw i wanted to clear something up that a lot of people seem to be confused about:
Mike's friend / drum tech, Casey, is NOT part of this story. The Casey in this story IS a real person and Cherri Bomb and its members ARE real! I just wanted to clear that up because there was come confusion with the name Casey.

If anyone has any other questions feel free to ask cuz my writing tends to be a little confusing haha

QOTD: Is Ahna right to trust Mike alone with Alysha?

{Title Credit To: Another You, Of Mice & Men}