Last Seen In San Francisco

**Ahna's POV**

As I approached the busses, I was seared by the aroma of a bonfire filled my nose. The few bits of rice I'd eaten earlier had me feeling very self-conscious, so I went into the bus to put on something more appropriate for a fatty like myself. As I went in, I also saw Milinda looking adorable. "Ready to go to the party?" she asked me cheerfully. I nodded solemnly and followed her out the door.

"Where are the kids?" I asked her, realizing they were not on the bus.

"They're at the party already. I told them no hard liquor and no sex," she responded with a chuckle, but I knew she was serious.

"Hey, I hoped you'd make it!" Mike smiled at me as we approached the grill. I simply ignored him and went to find Tony.

"Hi, Ahn," he greeted me with a sweet smile, "you should get something to eat."

"You're not my parent," I told him with a small giggle. Eventually, he did convince me to eat a burger, and we all sat down around a bunch of large round picnic tables. Tony sat down to my right, and a moment later I was joined by my least favorite Fuentes on my left. "Mike," I nodded to him, acknowledging him politely. I shivered a bit, and Tony pulled off his hoodie and handed it to me.

I thanked him and draped it over my legs. A moment later, I jumped slightly as I felt a hand squeeze my left thigh. "I'm done eating," I announce harshly, having only eaten a few bites. I got up, roughly shaking Mike's hand off my leg, and throwing Tony's hoodie back at him. I walked over to the bonfire where I saw Milinda chatting with Vic. I sat by the fire quietly until I was once again approached by the man I didn't want to speak to.

"Can we please talk?" he asked softly. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Tony watching protectively, but I also thought I saw him nod. With that encouragement, I got up and followed Mike to the same hill on which I decided I would not speak to him again. "I called her Ahna," he chuckled once we got settled, sitting in the grass facing each other. I gave him a look which screamed Why would I give a damn? "I only invited her in because I thought you and Tony were-"

"Oh my god, Mike!" I hissed. "You think I'm a hoe that would hook up with two members of the same band in one day?!"

"No, I mean- I don't know. I overreacted, and it was stupid, but I just needed to get my mind off you. You're all I've been thinking about," he told me.

"I don't see why you're so intent on getting close to me," I confessed. "That girl was beautiful, and she has a much better figure than I could even dream of. You deserve someone like that," I told him honestly.

"That's where you're wrong, Ahna. I broke up with her a year ago because she was so full of herself."

"So now you wanna date a fat girl like me because I have no confidence and I'll never leave you?!" I accused. "In theory," I added.

"No! And you're not fat, you're just silly for thinking that. I wish you could see what I see. I think you're amazing, I just wish you could see how beautiful you are," he rambled.

"Listen, Mike," I sighed. I told him all about Charlie and how he calls me, threatens me, used to beat me, and all that wonderful jizz.

"I'll never let him hurt you again," Mike told me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into a tight hug. We stayed like that for a few more minutes before he spoke again. "Ahna?" he whispered. I looked up at him through my lashes, my eyes asking him to continue. "Would you do me the extreme honor of allowing me to call you my girlfriend?" In response, I leaned up and kissed his lips gently.

"Wanna go back to the party?" I asked once we parted.

"Okay… but first," he said in a faux white-girl voice, "lemme take a selfie!" Mike whipped out his phone and snapped a picture of us. My head was tucked under his chin and I had a small, happy smile while he grinned like an idiot.

"Getting some cuddle time in with my girl<3 @ahnamonsta" he captioned it. Within minutes, there was at least a hundred comments – some negative, but most were positive. We kissed again for a few more minutes, then headed back to the bonfire, hand-in-hand.

We sat around chatting idly. The kids were there, along with Millie. Occasionally they would freak out about someone sitting there, but I really didn't listen to much of the punk type music, so I just acted as if they were your average everyday people. Someone brought a bunch of blankets out, and Mike and I sat under one, me in his lap. "So," some red and black haired girl said, looking between Milinda, the kids and me, "tell us all about yourselves, guys!"

Miranda began to gush about the band, and Casey, Nia and Rena eventually got some words in too. Millie didn't say too much – her past wasn't something she liked to talk about. She mostly talked about how amazing it was to be at Warped. As she was talking, Mike began to lazily rub my thighs over my jeans. After a while, though, he worked a hand into my jeans – Let's say I was more than grateful for the blanket over us. Once I realized it was my turn, I wracked my mind for something to say about myself. "Well…" I started, "I'm sort of a drummer. I taught Nia everything she knows," I winked at the bouncy red-head, "and I thought coming on tour would be a good way to get my foot in the door."

"Then she got kidnapped by another drummer," Mike chuckled as he rested his chin on my shoulder.

"I guess you could s-say tha-at," I felt my breath get caught in my throat as Mike's fingers began rubbing a bit higher than my thighs. I got some strange looks, and covered it with a cough. "S-sorry, must be allergies…" I explained shakily. Tony gave me a knowing look, and I averted my gaze, some-what shamefully.

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