I walked towards the main stage, looking for Vic since he said he'd meet me there. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. Just as beautiful as ever. His long, dark hair, shaved on the right side of his head and barely touching his left shoulder. His Medusa and Labret shinning in the sunlight. He was staring at something, no, he was staring at someone. That someone had bleach blonde hair, which was probably half made up of extensions. Her makeup gave her face an unnatural orange glow. Her hips swayed as she made her way towards him said something with a smile on her face. He wrapped his arms around her waist and took a picture with her. I doubted she was a fan of their music. He looked dead. I must have made a gagging noise because his head shot up in my direction and his eyes locked to mine. His arms dropped from the girls waist almost instantly.

"Bu-bubby?" He said to me as if he were seeing a ghost.

"Don't you dare fucking call me that" I said walking away from the scene in front of me.

"What? What's the matter?" He trailed after me making his way through the crowds of teenagers.

"What's the matter? Seriously Michael? Are you fucking KIDDING me? You fucking disappeared. You were the only person I could talk to about my fucked up self and you disappeared!" I felt tears threatening to pour from my eyes. "God dammit Michael! You promised! You promised you wouldn't forget me!" The tears rimming my eyes finally poured over. "You fucking promised" I whispered.
In an instant I was wrapped up in his arms and he carried me to what I could only imagine to be his tour bus. I didn't want to be anywhere near him. I had convinced myself that I was okay without him, seeing him told me different. It showed me how much I was keeping inside. And worst of all, how much I really did need him.

"Do you wanna talk about this" He said after he placed me on the couch in the bus.

" I need.." I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what I needed. He did though. That just made me cry harder. He went to the fridge got me a bottle of water and an apple then handed them both to me before sitting on the opposite couch. " You promised me you wouldn't forget" I mumbled picking at the stem on the apple.

" I never did" He said, avoiding eye contact.

"Why did you stop answering. You stopped answering and you started ignoring me." I whispered

"I don't know"

"That's not good enough Mike! I needed you! I still fucking need you! I don't know isn't fucking good enough!" I yelled slamming my fist onto the couch cushion.

"What do you want me to say Victoria! Fucking shit! I tried so hard to avoid this! I don't want someone waiting for me at home!" He yelled right back at me.

"Why so you can fuck every single girl with pushed up tits and pounds of makeup! You're fucking sick you know that!" I screamed taking a bite from the apple.

"No! That's not why and you fucking know it!"

"No I don't! How would I! I haven't talked to you in three years Mike!" I screamed. He stayed silent for a while. "So tell me the truth, Why did you do it?"

"I wanted you to find someone good for you" He began

"Mike I-"

" No let me fucking finish. I wanted you to find someone good for you. Someone who could give you everything you wanted. I wanted you to get married and live in a big house and have babies running around. I wanted you to be HAPPY. I wanted you to be able to have a normal life. I didn't want you to have to worry about whether I was cheating on you or if I was okay. I didn't want you to have to miss me the way I miss you every single second of my life. I wanted you to be happy, I wanted you to move back to New Jersey and marry Danny. You two could've worked shit out. I'd seen the way he looks at you, he's crazy about you Victoria. You deserve someone to treat you right. That's why I did it..." He finished with a whisper.

"No." I said simply. He looked at me like I was insane.

"No what?"

"I found someone who loves me, yes. But I can't be myself around him. Not the way I can be with you. Because the fact of the matter is, Travis isn't you Mike. He doesn't trace my scars while I sleep, he doesn't wake up and take care of me in the middle of the night if I have a nightmare and start to panic. He wasn't there after my mom left. He doesn't dance with me to Give Me Your Hand. He doesn't like Aladdin and he won't watch Star Wars for the millionth time with me. Travis is a great guy, but Mikey, he's notyou." Tears poured from my eyes again as I closed them and rested my head in my hands.

I felt the couch sink right next to me and my body being pulled towards him.
Six years worth of memories flooded my mind and I started sobbing into Mike's chest.

"Baby please don't cry" I heard him sniffle into my hair. "I love you more then the world. More then touring. More then music. I'm so fucking sorry I did this to us. I love you Victoria I really do" He wrapped his fingers underneath my chin and pulled my face to his, pressing our lips together. I was getting what I wanted after so long. "I need to show you something"

Suddenly I was lifted into the air and carried to the end of the bus to be placed in a bunk. I took a deep breath. Weed and cologne. Mike's bunk. He scooted me over and layed next to me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Open your eyes" He whispered to me. When I did, his face was barely an inch from mine. "Look" His eyes wandered up to the wall of his bunk. I turned my head and saw over a dozen pictures taped to it.

"Mike I-"

"Just look" He laughed.

I scanned the pictures, stopping at one. It was us. The same picture. The one in the locket. The one from his dresser when we were in high school. There were more. I recognized one of us on our third anniversary. Others were ones just taken on his phone. Then I noticed a little silver heart dangling from where the pictures were on the wall.

"Mikey..." My hand reached out, my fingers wrapping around the cool silver chain. His hand covered mine when I placed it between us. He took the necklace and put the chain around my neck, leaving the heart to rest on my chest.

"Victoria I'm so sorry. I know I'll never be able to completely make it up to you for what I've done. But baby please let me try" I could hear the sincerity in his voice. "Stay with me tonight, we all have the day off tomorrow"

"What do I do about Travis" I said. He knew I didn't just mean about tonight.

"Tell him you're sleeping at Danny's for tonight? We can figure out the rest tomorrow." He pulled his labret back with his teeth.

"Alright" I pulled my phone from my back pocket and texted Travis.

Hey, I'm gonna stay over Danny's tonight and have a Star Wars marathon. See you tomorrow afternoon x

I held my breath while I waited for his reply. I hoped he would be okay with it.

Okay babe, have fun!

"We're clear. I'm yours for the night" I smiled. "Don't you have to play and do meet and greets?"

"We had an early set. I'm all yours for as long as you want me" He kissed my forehead and I snuggled close to him. I missed everything about him.

"I love you Michael Christopher Fuentes" I muttered, my eyelids fluttering closed.

"I love you more Victoria Alexandria Giorianni"

I felt a tear slide out of my eye.

"Hey, we'll figure this all out tomorrow. No worries." He wiped it away and smiled at me. He made life worth living for me and I wouldn't want to be anywhere else but here.

Nothing about tomorrow afternoon was going to be easy.