I ran around my apartment like a chicken with my head cut off. I was running so late because I had gone to happy hour with Alec and Alex. I had a half hour until Mike was going to be here and I had just gotten out of the shower. I didn’t wash my hair, so it was piled up in a messy, greasy bun on the top of my head. I looked over at Alec who was sitting on my bed with a pout on my face. I walked over to my dresser and dropped my towel before pulling on a pair of underwear and a bra.

“Please do something with my hair while I do my make up,” I whined and stuck out my bottom lip.

“You need massive amounts of dry shampoo,” he laughed as he pulled my hair out of the ponytail holder and ran his fingers through it.

I sat down at my vanity and pointed at the plastic drawer set that was lined up against the wall, “It’s the third drawer over there.” I primed my face and then started on my make up while he worked on making my hair look cleaner.

“Curls or straight?” He asked as I put on my face powder.

“Curls, I’m wearing a dress,” I answered while searching through my make up bag for my eyebrow pencil.

I finished up my make up, doing a brown and gold smokey eye with a nude lip. I put on a pair of fake lashes, just to make mine look even fuller, and then winged out my eyeliner slightly. I contoured my cheeks and filled my eyebrows in a little thicker. My make up actually looked very good for something I threw together in fifteen minutes. Alec finished the last minute touches on my hair, then ran his fingers through the curls separating them. He then spritzed hairspray all over. Thank god that boy had gone to cosmetology school. I stood up from my chair as he stood back with a smile. I walked over to my closet and pulled my dress on, and then my heels. I grabbed my deodorant and put it on, then sprayed myself all over with perfume.

I turned and looked at Alec and he grinned, “You look gorgeous.”

I blushed, “Thank you. You’re seriously the best for doing my hair, and for taking care of Diablo tonight.” I looked over at the dog that was sitting on my bed staring at me with his head tilted, “You better be a good boy,” I waged my finger at him. He let out a bark and I laughed. He was such a little talker. A knock sounded on my apartment door, “It’s open!” I yelled.

The door opened and Mike appeared in my bedroom doorframe, “It’s so weird that you live alone.” He was in a pair of black jeans with a black button up on, the sleeves rolled up so they were on his forearms, he had on leopard vans and a leopard tie, and then he had a black snapback with a leopard bill on the top of his head. His eyes landed on Alec, “Hi.”

Alec rolled his eyes, “I wasn’t here boning her, Fuentes. She needed someone to do her hair.”

I laughed, seeing the anger still in Mike’s face. “I got off late and Alec went to hair school so the only way I would be ready in time would be if he could do my hair. Don’t be all pissy,” I kissed his cheek. “And Alec is going to feed Diablo for me because I didn’t have time to.”

Right on cue, Diablo lifted his head up and stared at Mike and bared his teeth with a growl. Mike stepped back, “I’m ready to go whenever you are.”

I rolled my eyes, “Alright. I’ll see you later,” I said to Alec. Mike grabbed my hand and led me out of the apartment and out to his Camaro. “You’re really pissed off?”

“It’s just not something I really wanted to see the day I was picking you up for a date,” he huffed and turned the engine on.

“You have a girlfriend, Mike. Alec is my friend,” I shook my head and looked out the window.

“That you fucked while I was gone,” he muttered.

I smacked his arm, “Michael!”

“Ow!” He squealed and pulled his arm away from me, “I just hate the thought of anyone else having you.”

“So do I but you don’t see me bitching about the fact that you stick your dick into Josie every fucking night,” I growled then frowned. “Mike, you’re taking me out and we’re already fighting.”

He sighed and grabbed my hand before kissing it, “I’m sorry. I’m just jealous.”

“At least you can admit it,” I smiled.

We pulled into a really fancy Italian restaurant. Mike cut off the engine and got out of the car, then ran to my side before I could open the door. He opened it for me and grabbed my hand to help me out. He was being such a gentleman it was crazy. He closed the door behind me and laced his right hand with my left. I smiled, realizing that when we walked into the restaurant everyone was going to notice that we matched perfectly. Mike gave his name to the hostess and she led us to our table. We sat down and she poured us both a glass of wine before walking away.

“You’ve never taken me out on such a fancy date,” I laughed as I sipped at the wine.

He shrugged, “I was a jerk, you deserve it.” He looked over the menu, “I’m ordering you the scallops and linguini.”

I looked at the menu and then at him, “Mike, that’s so expensive.”

“It doesn’t matter. Don’t argue with me about it because I know you’re going to love it,” he smiled. The waitress came and took our order, our food came out shortly and we started talking. “I’m sorry about the way I reacted...” Mike mumbled with a mouth full of spaghetti.

I swallowed my food, “It’s okay, Mike. I don’t blame you for the way you reacted.”

“It was just so much to take in, you know?” He sighed, “And then I went and got Josie to piss you off and I was just such an asshole.”

I sighed and set my fork down, “We were both assholes to each other, Mike. Don’t dwell on it.”

He ran a hand through his hair and fixed his hat, “It’s just... the entire time we’ve been fighting all I could think about was the ‘what ifs’... like what if I didn’t freak out on you... what if I would have just said okay and dealt with your issue... by now you’d be my girlfriend and we’d be living a happy life together.”

“Everything happens for a reason, babe,” I forced a smile. “You can’t think about the ‘what ifs’, you just have to think about the future.”

“I still want my future to be with you, Rae,” he smiled softly. “You’re all I want and need. I can’t even count how many times I dreamt about you. I haven’t lost any feelings for you. Last week I couldn’t contain myself. I had to kiss you, and it felt so good.”

“I feel the same way,” I blushed.

He sighed, “I wish I never got Josie involved with this.” He took a sip of wine, “I feel horrible. I had planned on making you jealous but also develop feelings for her... but those feelings never came.”

I rolled my eyes, “Mike, it’s obvious the only reason she wants you is because you spoil her and are in a band. She’s like a little fucking barbie it irritates the shit out of me.”

“Irritates you?” He laughed, “Try living with it. She never leaves.”

“Dump her,” I laughed and took another bite of my meal.

“I can’t,” he groaned. “The guys all made a bet on how long I was going to stay with her. I said at least five months... so if I can make it two more months I get $100 each from Tony, Casey and my father.”

I bursted into laughter, “Papa Fuentes bet on this?” Mike nodded with a smile, “I’m totally going to rip him a new asshole over this next time I see him.”

We finished up the rest of our dinner just making small talk on what we had both missed during the last few months. It felt good to be able to just sit down with Mike and have a discussion without a fight... it felt the way that it should. After dinner he decided to drive down to the coast. We parked the car and then got out; I left my heels inside. We walked along the sand right above the waves, just holding hands in silence. The beach was completely empty, which was weird because it was the first week of September and still beautiful weather. We sat down in the sand and I rested my head on Mike’s shoulder.

He lit a cigarette then handed it to me and then lit his own, “Here. I don’t like that you’re smoking, but I’ll be nice and offer you one.”

“Thank you,” I smiled and took a puff.

Mike exhaled the smoke, “Remember that time that I grabbed your face and kissed you at that party and you ran outside throwing up?” He shook his head and laughed, “You have no idea how long I beat myself up inside knowing that I made you puke.”

I laughed, “You picked me up when I was way too intoxicated for fast movements.”

“I was so upset,” he chuckled.

I smiled, “Remember your senior year when someone told your Mom that you were gay after you bleached your hair?” I laughed, “That was me.”

He nearly choked on the smoke he had just inhaled, “I knew it was you all along and you always denied it!” He flicked his cigarette, “You told me that I looked like a Backstreet Boy!”

“Deep down inside I thought you made a cute Backstreet Boy,” I grinned, “But don’t tell anyone I said that.”

“You thought I was cute?” He laughed, “All I heard from you in high school was that I was an asshole, repulsive, disgusting, ugly, rude... I also remember you calling me a ‘cock sucking little faggot’ in front of my entire family.”

“You spilled hot sauce all over my white jeans!” I butt my cigarette in the sand. “And better yet... you spilled it on my vagina so it looked like I had my period everywhere!”

He couldn’t contain his laughter, “I’ll never forget the look you had on your face. You seriously looked like you were ready to rip my head off my shoulders.” I glared at him, “Don’t tell me you’re still sour over it.”

“it never came out!” I whined. “I loved those pants and you ruined them.”

Mike rolled his eyes, “It’s not like your ass would fit in them now anyway.”

“Are you calling me fat?” I scoffed and shoved him away, pretending to be mad.

He wrapped his left arm around me and pulled me into his side, “I’m saying that your ass has gotten twice as big since those jeans were thrown out. They were holding you back.”

I laughed, “You’re a retard.”

“Well that’s not a very nice thing to say,” he rolled his eyes as I set my head in his lap and looked up at him. I reached up and touched his beard. He looked down at me, “Don’t touch if you’re going to call me names.”

“Shut up, faggot,” I laughed and touched his beard again. He smiled and moved his head to bite my hand as it came up. “I don’t like being bit! Stop!” I swatted him away.

“That’s a damn lie,” he laughed and brushed my hair out of my face.

I pushed myself up with my elbows and stood up, “I have to pee.”

“Attractive,” he smiled and stood up as well. “We should probably get you back to your home before you turn into a pumpkin seeing as it is 11:30.”

“Are you calling me a princess?” I grinned as he grabbed my hand again.

“No, I’m calling you my little servant Cinderella,” he grinned.

“Fuck you,” I mumbled.

When we got back to my apartment complex Mike walked me up to my door. I invited him in but he said that if he came in things were going to happen that he didn’t want to happen yet. He told me that he wanted to take things slow this time, and that he didn’t want to start sleeping together until he was done with Josie. He said he would feel bad coming to bed with me after sleeping with her. He told me I didn’t deserve that. I unlocked my door and turned to look at him.

He sighed and leaned against the door frame and held his arms out , “Come here.” I smiled and walked into his arms. I rested my chin on his chest and looked up at him as I wrapped my arms around his abdomen. “I loved tonight,” he smiled down at me.

“So did I,” I smiled. “Thank you for taking me out.”

“You’re very welcome, sweetheart,” he leaned down and kissed me softly. “Get a good night’s sleep and text me when you wake up.”

Notes

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