I kicked off my heels as I walked into the front door of the Fuentes’ household. It was around 4:30 in the afternoon, and I had finally gotten out of the office. Vic was sitting on the sofa with a bowl of cereal in his hands, laughing at something on the television. I walked into the kitchen and set down the bowl of chicken noodle soup I got Mike from Panera, he was going to need it.

“How was work?” He asked while spooning some Lucky Charms into his mouth.

“It was work,” I laughed and plopped down on the couch next to him. “No chat today?”

“Nah,” he shrugged. “It would just me and Himes anyway; Tony’s working.”

I nodded, “How’s Mike?”

“I hope he’s still alive,” Vic chuckled. “He threw up about a hour ago and I haven’t heard anything since.”

I shoved Vic’s shoulder and stole his spoon, taking a spoonful of marshmallows, “I’m glad you’re checking on your sick brother, Victor.”

“He’s not my responsibility, he’s yours. Don’t take my marshmallows!” He whined and slapped at my hand.

“But they’re the best part!” I laughed and took some more. He pouted and I rolled my eyes, “I’ve been stealing your marshmallows since high school, Vic. You should be used to it by now.”

“I will never be used to it, thief,” he huffed and pulled the bowl away from me, bringing it to his lips and guzzling all the milk and few pieces of cereal that were left. “What’s going on for Thanksgiving? Are you guys going to your parents or ours?”

I groaned, “I haven’t even thought about it yet. It’s next week, isn’t it?” Vic nodded, “I guess I’ll talk to Mike today. If he’s still sick I will just make him dinner or something, no sense in infecting everyone.”

“You’re becoming such a nice, domestic person, Rae. What is happening to you?” Vic laughed and ruffled my hair, “You’re like a wife.”

“Don’t ever say that again,” I laughed and leaned onto his shoulder.

He laughed and pulled me into his side, “Like me and Jaime always tell you; most people meet the person they are going to marry by age 16.”

I rolled my eyes and snuggled into his chest, “Shut up. Mike and I could break up tomorrow, you never know.”

“Thanks for having so much faith in our relationship, babe,” a groggy voice sounded from the steps.

I untangled myself from Vic’s grip and walked over to Mike and kissed his cheek, “You sound horrible.”

He sighed and rested his head on top of mine, “I can’t take this. I can’t remember the last time I felt so shitty.”

“Go to the doctor,” Vic said with a smile.

“Fuck you,” Mike growled and then coughed.

I frowned and looked up at him, “Baby, you probably should. I swear you have the flu.”

He shook his head, “I’ll die before I step foot in a doctor’s office.”

I rolled my eyes and laughed, “There’s soup in the kitchen.”

He peeled himself from me and walked into the kitchen, grabbing a spoon out of the utensil drawer and then popping open the bowl. He let out a moan as he tasted the soup and closed his eyes. He grabbed the bowl and sat down on the couch next to Vic.

Vic made a disgusted face and got up, “I’m not trying to get sick.”

Mike rolled his eyes and pulled his legs up on the couch, bringing them to his chest. He looked horrible. His hair was all disheveled, his skin a little pale, big bags under his eyes, his nose was red. He was in a long sleeved shirt and sweat pants, and he looked like he was shivering. He was sick as a dog, and I could understand why Vic didn’t want to be close to him.

“Let me feel your head,” I muttered while walking over to him, placing the back of my hand on his forehead. He groaned when I jerked his head up, “You have a fever. Vicky, get me the thermometer.”

Vic walked over to the kitchen cabinet and grabbed the little purple thermometer and handed it to me. Mike saw it and shook his head, “Get it away from me.”

“Shut up and put your food down,” I laughed and stole the food from his hands, setting it on the coffee table. I waited a few minutes while Mike struggled to grab the soup again, and then I brought the thermometer up to his mouth. He clamped his lips shut, fighting me as I tried to shove it in. “Michael Christopher, would you please cooperate?”

“No!” He yelled and I shoved it in his mouth. He started groaning as I held his mouth closed. The beeper went off and I took it out of his mouth, reading the results and frowning at the works 102.4 degrees.

I grabbed his hand, “Go get shoes on, we’re getting you to the doctor.”

“I’m not going,” he turned his head from me and stared at the wall.

“Mike, please. Your fever is horrible,” I whined.

“Not. Going.”

I looked at Vic and shrugged, “Better start putting out word that you’re going to need a new drummer.”

Vic giggled like a little girl, “Because he’s too much of a sissy to go to the doctor. Isn’t that right, Wasty?”

“Fuck off, both of you,” Mike grumbled and started eating his soup again.

“You’re such a grump,” I laughed and kissed the top of his head. “Well, I’m off to Mia’s. Victor, take care of my prince,” I smiled as Mike hugged my waist.

“I’m not going near him,” Vic laughed and walked into the kitchen.

Mike whined, “Don’t leave me, I’m going to die with him looking after me.”

I rolled my eyes, “I’ll be back later.”


I laid on Mia’s bed playing with her dog as she showered. Her and Casey were going out to dinner with her parents. They had been together for a year now and had yet to meet them. Mia walked in the room, wrapped in a pink towel and her hair up in a dry bun. She groaned as she dug through her drawers, looking for lotion.

“Can you grab me a bra and underwear?” She said while popping the cap open on her lotion. I walked over to her dresser and pulled out a red matching pair, then handed it to her. “Thank you,” she smiled and slipped it on her skinny body. “So I saw a lot of new followers added to your Twitter today.”

I groaned, “Don’t remind me.”

Referring to myself as Mike Fuentes’ girlfriend was something that was going to take a lot of getting used to. It had been nearly three and a half weeks, and somehow the entire world knew about our relationship... thanks a lot, Michael. Mike had decided to introduce me on their weekly video chat, and of course when he introduced me I was in a pair of sweats with my hair thrown up on the top of my head after the gym. It was like a tug-o-war between fans; half liked me, half hated me. I personally didn’t see our relationship as something for the fans to get involved in, but I guess that’s what comes along with a guy who is in a semi-famous band.

She let out a laugh and pulled her hair out of the bun, revealing a bunch of loose dark brown waves. She finally dyed her hair back to her original color and got rid of her red ombre. “If I were you, I’d be flattered that so many kids are flocking to your tweets.”

I shrugged, “Yeah, so they can stalk the living shit out of Mike and I. I had to make the damn thing public because I kept getting so many follower requests. It’s not like I’m going to post anything real personal on there. Like what do they want me to tweet? Mike just farted and shoved my head under the covers... is that what they want to hear?”

She shook her head at me and then walked over to her closet, “Does he actually do that?”

“Sadly, yes,” I shuddered at the thought. Mike was way to comfortable with me and thought that farting in my presence was acceptable. “What are you wearing tonight?”

“This,” she pulled out a black lace crop top and a pair of light, high waist jeans. “Maybe some black wedges and your camo jacket to go along with it,” she smirked as she stared at the jacket that was hanging off my shoulders.

“Absolutely not,” I muttered and pulled it close to me. “Every time you take my clothes something happens to them.”

“Come on, Rae, I’ll be careful,” she whined.

“No,” I shook my head. “Put on a camo shirt and just wear a black jacket.

“You suck,” she groaned and searched through her closet for her camo crop top. “Curly or straight hair?”

I rolled my eyes as I flipped through a magazine, “When the fuck do you ever wear your hair straight?”

“Touché,” she snickered and I heard her start rummaging through her hair drawer, probably grabbing her curling iron. “So these next few weeks are going to be crazy busy.”

I nodded, still flipping through the magazine, feeling second-hand embarrassment for these celebrities, “Don’t remind me. I have so much to do between figuring out what’s going on for Thanksgiving, let alone Alex’s birthday and then Mike’s birthday... and he’s practically dying from being sick on top of it.”

“What if we went to Vegas for Al’s birthday?” I looked up to see Mia curling her hair and staring at me in the mirror, “We can do a girls trip. Her birthday is a Saturday, so we can all go up to Vegas on Friday and leave Sunday night. Al, Steph, Jess, you and I.”

I pondered for a minute, “That’s actually an amazing idea. I can talk to Vic about it and maybe he can pull some strings for her birthday present. This Sunday after dinner we can have all the girls stay over, other than Al, and purchase tickets and hotel rooms and stuff.”

“Sounds good to me,” she said while pulling her hair from the curling iron, revealing the perfect curl. She had the best hair. “Mike’s birthday though... how are you going to top what he did?”

“If he’s even alive to see his birthday,” I grumbled. “He refuses to go to the fucking doctor. It’s like he has some big fear of it or something. He has the flu and because of him Vic is going to have to quarantine the entire house.”

Mia bursted into laughter, “Why is his big ass so scared of basic things? Heights... pain... the doctor’s... But he’s the first guy to run and get a few tattoo or watch some gory, devil movie.”

“I must really know how to pick them,” I laughed. “And then he says that I’m not normal.”

“Are you kidding me?” She turned her curling iron off and ran her hands through her hair. “How does this look?”

“Looks great, Mi,” I smiled. She knew she looked great, but of course she needed assurance. “Don’t wear a lot of make up, you know your dad likes you with less.”

She nodded, “I know... so does Casey.”


Mia did her make up quickly, noticing that she was running out of time. I then helped her get dressed and pack her purse up. “Don’t forget deodorant!” I yelled as I ran down the steps after her with it in my hand.

“You’re a fucking life saver,” she laughed and took it from me then smothered her armpits in it.

“Hey Rae,” Casey smiled at the end of the steps.

“Hey,” I smiled and kissed him on the cheek. “They’re going to love you. Have fun guys. I better get back to the boys before Mike’s dead,” I waved at them then walked out to my car and drove back to Mike’s.

The front porch light was off, as well as all the lights in the house that you could see through the windows. The Escalade, Camaro and Vic’s Jeep were all parked in the driveway, so it was obvious they were home. I walked out and unlocked the front door, walking into the front room to see the television illuminating on Mike’s face as he slept on the couch, a blanket wrapped around him like a burrito. He looked so peaceful laying there motionless with drool hanging out of his mouth and onto his cheek. I chuckled as I walked over to the couch and took a seat on the arm rest. I touched his forehead; his fever had gone down, so he must’ve taken something for it.

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and I looked over to see Vic shirtless, his hair drenched, and a towel around his waist, “Jesus Christ, Rae. I heard the front door and didn’t know who the fuck came in.”

I laughed, “Sorry, I didn’t want to be loud once I saw him asleep.”

“He’s been knocked out for hours,” Vic smiled. “Let me go put some clothes on. You want dinner?”

“That would be nice,” I smiled as he walked back up the steps. I ran my hand through Mike’s messy hair then kissed his nose. His eyes fluttered open and he looked up at me, not saying a word. He grunted and closed his eyes. “You got some drool on your cheek.” He shrugged and nuzzled his face into the couch. I laughed and got up, and walked into the kitchen just in time for Vic to waltz down the steps wearing a tank top and a pair of boxers.

“White cheddar shells?” Vic raised and eyebrow as he opened the pantry and pulled out a box of pasta.

“You know me so well, Victor,” I smiled and took a seat.

He chuckled and turned on the stove, “I remember when you hated cheese, and then you turned 18 and started eating it. It’s like you had to be an adult to like cheese.”

“It used to gross me out. I don’t understand why. I’m like addicted to it,” I grinned while I chomped on a thing of string cheese that Vic had given me. He laughed and finished making us dinner, than handed me a bowl full of the cheesy goodness. I put it in my mouth and smiled, feeling it all melt, “So good.”

“I miss you, you know?” Vic sighed and took a bite of his food. “I know Jaime misses you a lot too.”

“I’m right here, dipshit. The same place I’ve always been,” I laughed.

He frowned, “You know what I mean. You’re either at work or with Mike. I love you guys together, I really do, but I feel like being your best friend is getting knocked out by your boyfriend.”

I put my spoon down and stared at him, “Vic... You and Jaime have been my best friends since I was fourteen. There is no way in hell that anything is ever going to come between that, not even your gorilla of a brother.”

Vic’s frown turned into a smile, “I haven’t heard you say that in months. I guess we were just so used to us all hanging and you’d always be talking to us about something, but now when we’re all hanging you and Mike are off in your own conversations about stuff.”

“Says the boy who always wanted us to be friends...”

He rolled his eyes, “It’s something we’re going to have to get used to. I will admit it is kind of nice just sitting here and eating and talking without Mike attacking your neck or something.”

“I heard that,” Mike grumbled from the living room. “And Rae, call me a gorilla again and I’ll break all your limbs.”

Vic and I both started laughing. I looked over my shoulder to see Mike standing up, the blanket wrapped around his head like ET in the bike basket. “You look like ET.”

“OH MY GOD HE DOES!” Vic choked out, tears about to fall from his eyes. “Stay like that! I need a picture!”

“I FUCKING HATE BOTH OF YOU I’M SICK AND YOU’RE MAKING FUN OF ME!” Mike whined and flipped off the camera as Vic took the picture. Mike pulled the blanket down and rested it on the couch then walked over, “Give me a bite.”

“Hell no,” I laughed and made a disgusted face. “I’ll take care of you, but you’re not eating after me.”

He groaned and walked over to the refrigerator, pouring himself a glass of Kool Aid, “You can have Rae, Vic. I hate her again.”

I smirked, “Go to bed. You’re grumpy.”

“I’m dying,” he corrected me. “You want me to go to bed and then I’m never going to wake up and it is going to be all your fault,” he downed the Kool Aid and started walking towards the staircase.

“Actually, it will be yours because you won’t go to the doctor,” Vic called out to him. Mike grunted and walked up the steps, Vic looked at me and smiled while shaking his head, “Jackass.”

Notes

Filler and short.
Mike's sick and dying.
The girls have shit to plan.

There's going to be a few happy fun chapters coming up.
Then back to drama because we all know I hate happy stories.
How long is this story going to be... I can't believe it's already 28 chapters.
Maybe I'll end it at 50.... DO YOU GUYS WANT A SEQUEL???? LET ME KNOW.

I can't believe it's already Warped Tour Season!!!
Time to get my drunk on in the sun with music, lol.

Thank you everyone for all of the feedback.
You guys rock, I love you.

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