“I’m leaving, you have ten minutes,” Mike laughed over the phone.

“Okay baby see you soon,” I said calmly, even though inside I was freaking the fuck out. I hung up the phone and threw it on my bed, letting out a scream. My mom appeared in my doorway, “MIKE IS GOING TO BE HERE IN TEN MINUTES! WE’RE GOING OUT TO DINNER! WHAT DO I DO!”

She laughed, “Calm down, Cassie. He will understand if you can’t leave right when he gets here. Go get in the shower. I’ll distract him.”

“You’re the best,” I smiled and ripped my clothes of, throwing a towel around myself.

“When did you get your belly button pierced?” My mom raised an eyebrow and pursed her lips.

“Mike did it the other day,” I shrugged and walked out of my room. “Yell at me later. I have a shower to attend to!”

I ran into the bathroom, turning the water on and just jumping in. The cold water was better for my hair, anyway. I washed myself quickly, and then shaved as best as I could without cutting myself. I heard the front door opened while I was still in the shower and I groaned. He was going to kill me for being late. I rung my hair out and covered myself in lotion, then slipped a pair of underwear on. I applied minimal make up and blow dried my hair as fast as possible, then ran my straightener through it. I grabbed the clothes I had laid out for myself and pulled them on. I picked my heels up and ran down the steps with them in my hand. I saw Mike sitting on the couch with a smile on his face, talking to my mom, Frankie on his lap.

“Yeah, Cassie starts therapy once States are over,” my mom said, not noticing me in the room. “She’s not very happy about it. She fought with me for hours on it.”

Mike laughed, “I can try to convince her it’s for the best. You know she just isn’t happy because she feels like you think she’s crazy and that’s why you’re sending her.”

“I just want what is best for her... whether she believes that or not isn’t my problem,” she laughed. “I don’t think she’s crazy.”

“I do,” Mike chuckled. “Your daughter is one crazy b.” I cleared my throat and they both looked over at me, “Hi, baby.”

“Don’t ‘hi, baby,’ me,” I glared.

“You’re the good kind of crazy, though,” he smiled and stood up from the couch, placing Frankie down on it next to my mom. He wrapped his arms around me, “You look pretty.” I rolled my eyes, “Cass.”

“What?” I snapped. He knew that the only person who could call me crazy was me. I didn’t like when other people said it. “Do you have anything else to say to ruin our Valentine’s Day?”

Mike let go of me and stepped back, “I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t know you were there.”

“So it would be okay if you said it when I wasn’t there? It’s okay if I don’t hear it?” I raised an eyebrow, “Makes a lot of sense, Michael.”

“Cassandra, be nice,” my mom said from the couch.

I groaned and shook my head, “I’m staying home.” I turned on my heel and ran back up the stairs, slamming my door behind me. I threw my heels onto my futon and did a belly flop onto my bed.

I heard my door open. “Cassie,” Mike said softly and closed the door behind him. I rolled my eyes at the sound of his voice. He walked over to the side of the bed and crouched down. He held out a bouquet of roses, “These are for you.” He shook his head while I just stared at him. He sat on the bed next to me, the flowers in his lap. “I didn’t mean for my words to sound the way they did. You know the last thing I’d want to do is hurt your feelings. I know you’re super emotional right now because of your eating disorder. I shouldn’t have said anything like that, even if I was joking around.”

I just nodded and held my head in my hands. He was right, I was super emotional right now. This whole recovery thing was enough to make me sick. My stomach would get super bloated whenever I ate because it wasn’t used to so much food in it, and I was okay the first few days, but now whenever I ate I just looked at myself and got angry. I felt disgusting. I knew deep down that I was overreacting, and any other day I would have just been pissed off for a minute and then gotten over it, but I didn’t want to think about that. All I kept thinking was that if he knew I was so emotional, why the fuck would he say that knowing it was going to make me so pissed off?

He sighed and stood up, leaving the flowers on the bed. “I’m going to go downstairs, okay? I’m sorry I ruined our night,” the sadness in his voice was heavy. I watched him as he turned around, hanging his head, and walked towards the door and closed it behind him on the way out.


I sighed and ran my hands down my face then stood up from the bed. I grabbed the roses and an empty bottle of Jack. I walked towards the bathroom and filled the bottle with some water, then put the flowers in it and brought them back in my room. I placed it on my bedside table and stared at it. I pursed my lips then grabbed my shoes. I walked downstairs to just see my mom and Frankie.

“He’s outside smoking,” she said with a frown. “You owe him an apology. He’s torn up over this, Cassie.”

I nodded and walked to the front door. Mike was sitting on the front steps of our house smoking a cigarette and picking at the rip in his jeans. I opened the door and sat down next to him, taking his right hand from his jeans and placing it in mine. He took a long drag from his cigarette and I rested my head on his shoulder and gave it a kiss.

I squeezed his hand as we sat in silence, “I put the roses in that bottle of Jack that we killed on our two years. They are really pretty. Thank you for getting them for me.” He didn’t say anything, just continued to smoke. “I’m sorry for my attitude. I shouldn’t have been like that. You didn’t do anything wrong, Mikey.”

He butt his cigarette out and looked at me, his eyes red and a little pale under them. Great... I made him cry. “I hate this,” he said softly.

“Why don’t we just stay home?” I rubbed his hand with my thumb. “We can eat pizza and watch movies. I’ll even eat three slices just for you.” I saw him crack a smile and I smiled, “You know you wanna.”

“I do,” he let out a small laugh. I leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips, grabbing the back of his head as I did so.

He groaned and slipped his tongue out of his mouth and forced its way into mine. It tangled and battled with mine, his lip ring pressing firmly against my lower lip. I ran my hands through his hair and moaned as he bit onto my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. I ripped it out of his teeth and slammed my lips back on his, our tongues clashing once again. Somehow he managed to lean me flat against the concrete stairs, his hands on either side of my head as he grinded his lower half against mine.

“Mommy! They’re doing it again!” Frankie’s voice sounded from the door. Mike pulled away from my face, blushing like a mad man.

My mom showed up at the door and scooped Frankie into her arms, “I’m glad you two made up but I’m against sex inside my house, let alone on my front steps.”

I rolled my eyes and sat up, “We’re staying home and just ordering pizza.”


“Stop, Mike, I look fat,” I groaned and swatted his hands away from the hem of my shirt. We were laying on my bed, stoned out of our minds and pretty drunk as well. He had decided to get me high before our pizza came because my mom was out with her boyfriend and Frankie was at a friend’s house. I managed to eat five slices of pizza, and he ate the rest. The empty box was somewhere on the floor.

“What am I supposed to do? Fuck you with your shirt on? That isn’t happening,” Mike muttered and took a gulp of the Smirnoff bottle in his hands.

I shrugged and took it from him, taking a drink of my own, “I don’t feel comfortable having sex yet.”

He rolled his eyes and snatched the bottle back. He was laying on my bed, his back propped up from the pillows, and he was completely naked other than his socks. He had a very big boner staring at me. “It’s been months, Cass. It’s Valentine’s Day. We’re supposed to have sex.”

I rolled my eyes. I was in a loose tank top and nothing else. We had fooled around for about a half hour, not knowing that Mike was going to try to go ahead and have sex with me. He tried pulling my shirt off multiple times until he finally got an attitude and stopped. “I look like I’m pregnant. I don’t want you seeing it.”


“Well I’m going to be fucking you when you are pregnant so what is the big deal?” He slurred. “I don’t think you’re fat, baby. You’re far from fat. Now can you please take your shirt off?”

“Mike,” I whined.

“Don’t make me rape you,” he smirked.

I smiled and gave him a shove, “Remind me again why I date you?”

“Why wouldn’t you date me?” He wiggled his eyebrows and grabbed the bottom of my shirt, pulling it off my body. “You’re not even that bloated,” he laughed as he ran his hand over my stomach.

“That bloated,” I huffed and pulled my knees to my chest.

“Don’t,” he placed his hands on my thighs and pushed them down. “I can still see your ribs. You’re not fat. If you complain one more time tonight I’m going to tape your mouth shut, and I’m not kidding.”

“I can call the police on you for that threat,” I smirked and grabbed the bottle of vodka out of his hands. “Why are you letting me drink this shit?”

“Because it’s good,” he laughed and took the bottle and placed it on the floor. He then grabbed my thighs and pulled me onto his lap, straddling him. “I’m glad that you never lost your boobies.”

“I hate you,” I laughed as he bounced them with his fingertips. “Can you not?”

“It’s fun!” He giggled and kept doing it. “Cass?”

“What?”

“I still can’t believe you kicked Steph in the head,” he grinned up at me.

“That happened last week, Mike. Why do you keep bring it up?” I shook my head.

He shrugged and placed his hands on my hips, rubbing at my bones, “Because it was funny.”

“Yeah well I hope you’re laughing when Katie, Abby and I kick her... oh my god,” I moaned out as my eyes rolled back. In the middle of my sentence he somehow managed to pick me up and place himself inside of me. The position we were in made him go deeper than ever, and he just sat there without moving. “Holy shit,” I breathed as I rocked my hips against him. “Move you fuck!”

He smirked and grabbed my hips, moving me up and down on him. This was the first time we had sex since December. It felt so good to have him back where he belonged. I placed my hands on his shoulders to help steady my pace as I moved against him. He angled his legs and started to thrust upward, pulling my hips down to meet him. I let out a scream as he hit me dead-on, and then looked down at him. His eyes were open and he was looking at me like he was studying me. His brow furrowed and his lips in a small pout, holding back his moans. I raised an eyebrow at him and then clamped my eyes shut, another scream surpassing my lips as he hit my g-spot again. I grinded down on him and he let out my name in a huge moan while closing his eyes.


About fifteen minutes later and I was almost ready for my release. His thrusts were becoming fast, urgent and sloppy. He started to pull up on my hips and I whined, “Don’t pull out.”

“Cassie, I have to. I can’t hold it in any longer,” he groaned from under me as I slammed my hips back down on him.

“But I’m not ready,” I pressed my hips firm against his as he tried to grip onto my sweaty skin. He finally got enough meat in his hands from my backside and pulled up on me again. “No!”

“It’s not like I can bust in you!” He huffed as I rocked myself against the small amount of him that was still in me.

“You can’t just leave me hanging!”

He sighed and pulled me up, “I’m not going to.” He flipped me on my back and rubbed himself against me. I felt the warm liquid cover the outside of my area as he cursed under his breath, and then he slipped back in me before he went limp, giving me a few more thrusts and allowing my orgasm to wash over.

“Mikey,” I whimpered as my legs locked around him, then became weak.

It came hard; left me shaking with an aftershock. He pulled out to reveal his member covered in my juices. I laid on my back, my chest going up and down with every breath I took, the small amount of breathing I was doing. He leaned over me and propped himself on his elbows then kissed me passionately.

“That was amazing,” I said in between breaths as I looked up at him. “Well worth the wait.”

“I wouldn’t say all that,” he smiled and pecked my forehead. “Go clean yourself up and I’ll put a movie on.”


I went in the bathroom and washed my body of the remnants of Mike and I’s great sex, then came out to find the room a little cleaner. He had thrown away the pizza box, put the alcohol back in my secret stash, and there was no weed to be found. The sex had sobered up both of us a little bit. He was still naked, snuggled up in my bed under the covers watching The Nightmare Before Christmas. I took my towel off and threw it in my hamper, then crawled into bed next to him. I pressed my back up against his chest and he threw an arm around me, pulling me into him.


We watched the movie in silence, and it was a nice silence. By the end of the movie the smell of sex had worn off in the room, and it was less hot. I was pretty sure our skin was stuck to each other, though, so I peeled my back off his chest. I was right. I felt our skin pull apart, which was kind of gross. I faced him and he wrapped both his arms around my waist, folding his hands on the small of my back. I did the same around his neck and pulled myself up to kiss his lips.

When I pulled away he was staring at me, “And usually you have to call me out on staring, but today it’s you doing the staring!”

He smiled, “I just think you’re the most beautiful thing in the world.”

“Likewise,” I blushed and snuggled my face into his neck.

Notes

I don't know which of my stories I love more.
I love Sam's Town because Rae and Mike are such douches.
But I love Running because Cassie and Mike are so fucking cute.

I wasn't expecting to update this today, but I got it out.
SO don't expect another update until Friday or Saturday.
Unless I get some down time and can write Thursday night.

I hope you guys like this! Let me know your opinions!
Thank you for all the feedback, I love every single one of you.

xoxoxxo