**Milinda's POV**

Things were a little awkward with Vic and I found myself wondering if he remembered anything from the previous night.

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*FLASHBACK, PREVIOUS NIGHT*

"Cara," he mumbles into my neck, pushing me against the outer wall of the bus, "I can't believe you're going to leave me." My heart breaks for him. He's so damn drunk he doesn't even know who I am. And I can't believe he didn't tell me that Cara left him.

"Vic," I say gently, pushing him back a bit.

"Don't push me away, Cara. I need you. I can't do this alone. I know your upset about Millie and I know she's beautiful, but that doesn't mean that I would leave you for her," he pours his heart to the girl that isn't here.

"Vic, we are over. I left, you need to accept that," I say bluntly. If she had, indeed, left him, then he would need to face it.

"YOU KNOW WHAT?" he shouts, more to himself, as he steps away running a hand through his beautiful locks. "If we're gonna be totally fucking honest, maybe I do have feelings for Millie! Maybe I thought that I had to stay with you because you apologized, but you make me so miserable with your constant, unjustified paranoia! Maybe I'll tell Millz how I feel about her and maybe we'll live happily ever Warped Tour!" By the end of his slurred rant, Vic is making little sense and stumbling to the ground. Without responding, I help him onto his bus and leave him in the living room.

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*PRESENT*

"Ready to go?" he smirked at me. I told the kids to head over to PTV's bus to meet the other guys while I looked for my wallet; it was a lie, I just had to talk to Vic. "You okay?" he asked me, making me aware of the fact that I was staring at him.

"Vic… do you remember what you said to me last night?" I asked, biting my lip. He looked at me with a shocked expression which quickly changed to a calm one.

"Probably something extremely funny and smooth," he joked, looking at me with an emotion I couldn't quite pinpoint. "Millie are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, it's nothing…"

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**Ahna's POV**

"Mike," I sighed as I pulled his hair gently. He was holding me up against the wall with his hands under my ass and my legs were wrapped around his waist. The door to the back lounge was shut so that we'd have time to separate if the front door opened.

"C'mon, Angel, let's go to my bunk," he said, carrying me toward the door.

"Mikey, wait," I responded, putting a hand on his still-shirtless chest. He was still holding me, so I couldn't do much else. "they'll be here any minute."

Without speaking a response, Mike turned around and laid me down on the pulled-out sofa bed. Hovering over me, he looked me up and down, focusing on my stomach. He probably thinks you're fat, I told myself, fat and ugly and disgusting.

"You are so beautiful," he muttered, leaning down and pressing his lips against mine. The taste of marijuana and cigarettes left me hypnotized, unable to argue any further as he pushed my shirt up so it rested just under my breasts.

"Put my shirt back down," I begged, scrunching my nose as I looked down at how fat I was.

"No, I want to see you. Besides, it's technically my shirt, so I'll do what I want," he told me with a smirk, looking at me with a hint of sadness in his loving orbs. I then shut my eyes and sighed in exasperation. He moved his lips from mine to my jaw, my neck, my chest, then down my stomach. He held my sides with his hands and let his lips and tongue dance around my abdomen.

"Mmmm… Mike," I moaned, trying to keep it quiet, as he sucked on the soft area above my hipbone.

"Someone's gettin' busy!" I heard a young girl's voice call from the front room. How did I not hear the door?

"Miranda Diane Miller!" I yelled as I yanked my shirt back down and allowed Mike to lift me off the bed and set me down in front of the door. I stepped out of it and glared at the giggling teens. Mike stood behind me awkwardly and placed a hand on my hip. He removed it once 'ooooh' sounds began to pour from the mouths of the girls.

"Can we go now?" Casey asked awkwardly. I agreed and they all walked outside where the others were waiting.

"We'll be out as soon as this genius finds a shirt," I informed him. The four kids went outside where Milinda and the guys were waiting.

"I'm so sorry about that, I know how you feel about being a role-model for the girls, I didn't mean to-"

"Mikey, it's okay," I cut him off and pressed my lips to his. Unlike our previous, loving kisses, this one was urgent and fast. I begged him for entrance and he allowed it, giving me dominance. I broke the kiss for a moment to run and lock the door, then returned to where he stood with an astonished expression. I kissed his lips, then – just as he did to me – trailed down his abdomen. I ended up on front of him on my knees, tugging gently at his jeans.

"Ahna," he said seriously, "you don't have to…"

"You wanted me to feel good; now it's my turn," I gave him a devilish smile, but my eyes showed a very different emotion. A very strong passion, caring… something close to a word that wasn't real. His expression looked like he was giving up an argument with a stubborn child, but his eyes were excited. I undid his belt and set it on the floor next to me as I pulled his jeans down to his knees.

I felt my eyes widen slightly as I saw his excessive and hard length spring free. I resisted the urge to pull my own jeans off and satisfy my cravings as I felt myself get wet at the sight. "C'mon, Angel, I know you want it, let's go back to the bed."

"Mike," I sighed a bit, beginning to slowly pump my hand up and down his shaft, "why don't you want me to do this?" I was slightly irritated that he was so opposed.

"Ahna, I just feel like it's so demeaning… I have more respect for you than this," he told me, but sighing a but between words.

"Shhh…" I silenced him, placing a small, open-mouthed kiss on his tip. "You make me feel so much better about myself, I just want to give you this."

"You guys coming?!" Tony called from outside.

"As soon as I brush my teeth!" Mike yelled back. Tony yelled an agreement as I began to lick up and down Mike's length. He ran a hand over my cheek, and let it rest on the back of my neck – he was carefully avoiding my meticulously done hairdo.

Finally, I took his tip in my mouth and slowly began taking more of him in my mouth. I could only take about half of his extraordinary size into my mouth, so I pumped the rest with my hand. I hummed a bit, sending vibrations through him and making him hiss and sigh. "Ahh… Ahna…" I began to go faster and faster, letting Mike's tip brush against the back of my throat each time. He held tightly on the back of my neck, but not pushing me down. Soon, I felt him explode right down the back of my throat as his climax brought my name and a string of profanities from his lips. I gagged a bit, but swallowed it down and huffed. Mike pulled me up from my knees and slammed his lips roughly onto mine. "Ahna?"

"Mhm?" I responded against his lips.

"That was amazing," he sighed.

"You gonna let me do it again?" I giggled as I pulled away from him and threw him a shirt while he fixed up his skinny jeans.

"Just remember, you're gonna fucking ride me tonight, and I'm going to make you feel better that you have ever imagined." Mike slapped my ass playfully as we walked outside.

"Someone had fun brushing his teeth," Vic muttered as we walked. The breakfast place Tony took me the day before was within walking distance, so we didn't drive. We also had to be back to the busses in an hour, so we didn't want to go far.

We reached the restaurant and sat around one large circular table. Mike sat to my left, and Milinda to my right, followed by Vic, Tony, Erin, Jess, Jaime, Casey, Miranda, Nia, Rena, and finally back to Mike. "Ahna," Millie said, "Come with me to the ladies room?" I nodded and followed her.

"You okay?" I asked her.

"No!" she whisper-shouted. "Do you know what kind of example you're setting for those girls?!"

"Look, Millie, I'm a grown ass woman and I am allowed to date Mike!" I defended.

"I'm not saying you can't, but those girls are going to think it's okay to fuck someone you just met. I practically raised Miri because-"

"Look, I know this story, her and Casey were best friends when they were little and Casey lived with you until last year, this isn't news to me! You don't think I feel the same with Nia?! She took lessons from me since she was seven! I know that I didn't go about this relationship in the best way, but those girls are going to see a relationship where two people would do anything for the person they love."

"Did you just say love?" Millie asked me in a whisper. Shit, did I? Do I love Mike? I never thought I'd love anyone after Charlie...

Without answering, I walked out of the bathroom and back to the table. "I'm heading out. I have stuff to take care of before bus call.

"Ahna, wai-" Mike was cut off as Tony rushed over to me.

"Ahna, you gotta stay and eat something," he said in a panicked tone. Erin and Mike exchanged odd looked, and I just shrugged Tony's hands off my shoulders.

"Nia, I'm gonna go get your drums packed up. I bet if you ask Mike, he'd signed them for ya before the next show," I smiled at her as I turned to leave. I was maybe ten yards from the restaurant when I heard Mike call my name. I turned around to face him, then saw the devil himself only a few steps behind him. "Charlie…" I whispered. "Mike!" he didn't understand my panic, but ran toward me anyway. I pushed him to make him turn and face the threatening figure approaching us.

"Don't you dare lay a hand on her," Mike warned firmly.

Notes

ohhh drama!! sorry i haven't updated in a few days, school has been kicking my ass :( hope you like this chapter, please comment thoughts, questions, opinions, anything cuz it helps me out a lot<3

QOTD: What does Charlie want?!

{Title Credit To: Remembering Sunday, All Time Low}