Watching Mike walk across the stage at graduation last week put a smile on my face. Somehow he managed to make it this far and actually graduate. All of his family members were just as shocked as he and I were when he told them he was actually graduating. The downfall of Mike graduating was that I had to complete the next two weeks at school on my own, and all of next year on my own. It was weird to walk down the hallway or eat lunch and know that he wasn’t there. It felt weird to sit in my math class and not have his eyes on me as I wrote down every note on the board. It was also weird driving myself to school instead of riding with Mike. Everything was just weird.

I sat in my AP Biology class, doodling away on my notebook. We were just watching a movie, something we would be doing for the next two weeks because a majority of the class had graduated. I used to have this class with Casey, he sat right next to me, but now I was pretty much alone in a room with four other students who I didn’t speak to, and a teacher who didn’t particularly like me. My eyes kept shifting from the clock on the wall and back to the scribbles on my paper. I had ten more minutes in here. Ten minutes that were going to feel like ten hours. I kept my eyes on my paper. I wasn’t particularly the best drawer, but I wasn’t the worst either. Mike always stole the random drawings I’d make and he’d keep them in a drawer in his room. I never knew why, he just always took them out of my notebook after I was done.

The bell finally rang, signaling that class had ended. I scooped all my shit up and put it into my book bag. I grabbed my car keys and made my way towards the front doors of Mission Bay. I still had three classes to go to, but I had written myself an early release note for the day saying I had a doctor’s appointment. The school never called parents to make sure the note was true, so I didn’t have anything to worry about. I walked out to my car and saw a piece of paper sitting in between the windshield and one of the windshield wipers. I grabbed the paper and sat in my car, opening it up. A female’s handwriting said the words “You’re getting fat again. Mike’s going to hate you. Why don’t you go throw up?”. I crumpled up the note in my hand, irritated, and threw it out the window as I drove down the road.


I stopped by Dairy Queen and got Mike a blizzard and burger, then parked my car next to his at the tattoo shop. I walked in, greeted with the sound of Iron Maiden and the annoying buzz of a tattoo machine. I smiled at the girl at the front desk, her name was June. She had bright red hair, pale skin, and bright red lipstick that always matched. She had snake bites and a septum, and her skin was coated in various tattoos.

“Hey Cassie,” she smiled. “Mike’s actually getting tattooed right now. He’s in Jay’s room. You can head on back.

“Thank you,” I smiled and started to walk down the hallway towards Jay’s room.

“You look really pretty, by the way!” She yelled out and I gave her the finger. I had visited here enough to be able to joke around with her. She was a really awesome girl and she always kept an eye on Mike for me while he was at work.

I walked into Jay’s room to see Mike sitting in the tattooing chair, his hand resting lazily on the arm rest as Jay worked with his fingers. The smell of food made both guys look over in the doorway where I was standing.

Mike’s eyes lit up when he saw me, “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in school for like two more hours?"

“I don’t like it without you there. It’s so boring and weird,” I shrugged. “What are you getting?”

“Evil Dead,” Jay laughed before Mike could even speak.

I laughed, “You’re so fucking weird.”

“It’s my favorite movie,” Mike said, defensively.

“I thought Edward Scissorhands was your favorite movie?” I raised an eyebrow. “What about Prisoner of Azkaban?”

“Okay so I have a lot of favorite movies,” Mike chuckled and puckered his lips.

I moved towards him and let my lips meet his. I pulled away with a smirk, “I guess because you’re getting your hands tattooed you can’t eat... I can just eat it for you...”

“Over my dead body. I’m starving. Feed me, mommy!” He whined. I pulled out his burger and unwrapped it, then brought it to his lips. He took a huge bite from it.

Jay looked over at us with a chuckle, “Mike, you’ve got yourself a keeper. My fiancé would never feed me, even if I got my hands cut off.”

Mike took another huge bite from the burger and started talking with his mouth full, “I’m the luckiest guy in the world.” He looked over at me after he finished chewing, “Are you seriously eating my Blizzard?”

“Shut up, I’m the one that bought it. I wanted a bite, sue me,” I laughed and brought the spoon to his mouth. I continued to spoon feed him the ice cream as I talked, “Viv is going to kick your ass when she sees that you put tattoos on your fucking fingers.”

“It’s not going to matter once I’m famous,” he flashed me a smile. “I can’t wait for tour. You got my dates I can’t work, right Jay?”

“Yeah. I wrote them down on the calendar so hopefully no one will put you on the schedule. I’m hoping I can come out to a few shows and see you guys perform.” Jay smiled and put down the tattoo gun, “I’m all finished. Now you know these aren’t going to scab up much because they’re on your hands, but you need to be careful not to fuck them. That means keep your hands out of Cassie until fully healed.”

My cheeks turned bright red as Mike let out a laugh, “About how long until touch up?”

“Two and a half weeks,” Jay smiled. “Am I taking this one out of your paycheck again?” Jay started to clean up in the room.

“If you could,” Mike laughed and examined his fingers with a grin on his face. He held his hands up in front of me, showing off the words EVIL DEAD. “Whatcha think?”

“Very nice, baby,” I smiled as he stood up and stretched. “Very you.”

“You hate it,” he laughed as I tried to lie and say I liked it. He knew that I never understood finger tattoos. They faded easily and I just thought they were stupid, and this whole no fingering thing wasn’t going over too well with me. “Guess you’re going to have to prep yourself for the next couple weeks.”

I cringed at the thought of having to finger myself before sex. It wasn’t that I didn’t like touching myself; I just always thought it was awkward to do in front of Mike. He would go through these phases where all he wanted to do was beat off to the sight of me pleasuring myself. I never understood it...

“What time do you get off?” I asked as I threw away the bag and trash from Dairy Queen.

“Three,” Mike replied while walking out to the front of the store. It was two in the afternoon, so he only had an hour left of work. “What are you going to do for an hour? I know your mom has off today.”

“Go to your house and snuggle with Vic because I know he has off today,” I laughed and kissed his nose.

He frowned, “Why does my brother get the snuggling? You never snuggle with me on my days off!”

“Yeah because all I do is have sex with you on your days off, shut up,” I laughed and poked his chest. “Remember, we’re cooking your momma dinner for her birthday so you need to stop by the grocery store.”

He rolled his eyes and groaned, “Why can’t you just go on your way to my house? Babe, I haven’t stepped foot in there in ten years for a reason.”

June laughed from the front desk, “You’re afraid of the grocery store?”

I looked over at her with a smile, “He was left there twice as a child by his Mom and he refuses to go back because he’s scared shitless.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” June bursted into laughter. “Oh my god, Fuentes. I’m never going to let you live this down.”

“Jesus, Cassie. Now I’m going to get made fun of,” he pouted.

“You won’t get made fun of if you’re a big boy and go to the grocery store on your own today,” I batted my eyelashes at him.

Jay walked into the front of the store, “What’s so funny?”

“Mike is afraid of the grocery store,” June cackled and soon enough Jay was laughing along with her.

“You know what? Fuck all of you! Give me the list, Cass. I’ll go grocery shopping on the way home!” Mike said while standing up from his seat.


I closed my eyes, my head rested on Vic’s bicep. We were laying on the couch in their family room, watching Wife Swap. Vic was behind me with his back pressed to the couch and his arm around me. The position would probably be awkward for any other person, but he was like my big brother so I didn’t see a problem with it. His thumb was tracing circles over the part of my hip bone that was protruding out. I had changed out of my jean shorts and into a pair of Mike’s boxers when I got here. I just snuggled myself more into Vic’s body to get comfortable. We didn’t need to start cooking for another hour because Vivian and Victor both didn’t get home until five-thirty.

Vic was the only person that really understood Mike and I’s relationship fully. He was there the day that I saved Mike’s life, so he knew about our connection. When Mike found out about my eating disorder, he had opened up to Vic the most about it. Vic had told me about how Mike literally broke down crying in front of him because of it. It broke Vic’s heart to hear about what I had done to myself, and since then he was always pushing me to better myself. Vic was the one that told Vivian that he thought Mike was having separation anxiety from me. Vic was also the one that talked both his parents and mine into allowing Mike and I to stay with each other over night. He helped our relationship excel into what it was today, and he had always supported it from the beginning.

Mike had gotten home about five minutes ago, proud and boasting about making it through the grocery store alive. He put all of the groceries away and ran to his room to take care of his tattoos. He waltzed back out into the family room and hopped into the recliner chair adjacent to the couch. He looked over at us as he kicked his shoes off and laid back, “Well don’t you two look comfy.”

“Your brother’s arms are comfier than yours because he isn’t built like Jack Skellington,” I laughed and stuck my tongue out at Mike.

“Hey, you love my bony arms,” Mike flashed me a smile. “They’re strong enough to hold you up against the door frame and that’s all that matters.”

“Gross,” Vic laughed from behind me. “By the way, I totally heard you two going at it last night. Mom told me this morning that she wants to have a little talk with the two of you about ‘keeping it down’ while everyone is trying to sleep.”

I blushed, “I didn’t know we were that loud last night.”

“Cassie, you knocked over one of my cymbals with your head,” Mike laughed.

“Well if we had sex on the bed, like a normal person, instead of on your drum set, that wouldn’t have happened. So that was your fault. You knocked it over, not me,” I growled.

“You two had sex on your drum set?” Vic bursted into laughter, causing my whole body to rumble. “How does that even work?”

Mike sat up, “Well, usually I sit on the seat like this and then she pretty much just goes at it from on top, but last night I wanted to switch it up a bit. So I had her lay herself over the snare and rest her head on one of the tom’s, but somehow she like threw her head back to the side and knocked over my crash cymbal.”

Vic continued to laugh and I peeled myself from his grasp and the couch. I stood up, smacked Mike’s arm and then stomped off towards the kitchen. I knew that Vic had no issue with our sex life, but the fact that Mike had gone in depth about something personal like that irritated me. I grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and walked back out to the boys. They were both laughing about the situation and I rolled my eyes and took a seat on the carpet.

“Are you mad at me?” Mike nudged me with his foot. I didn’t answer and he nudged me again. I grabbed his foot and squeezed it as hard as I could, “Ow, Cassie, you’re going to break it!”

“Good! Maybe if I break it, it will be easier to fit up your ass,” I barked and continued to squeeze it. He kicked his leg around trying to get it out of my grasp, but it was no help.

“Cassandra,” he said in a pleading tone. “Please, baby, let go. I’m sorry for being so graphic. Come here, I’ll give you a kiss."

I let go and sat on his lap. I stuck my bottom lip out at him, “You owe me like ten kisses for embarrassing me like that.” He smiled and kissed my lips, “One.” He kissed me again, “Two.” And again, “Three.”

Once he hit the tenth kiss he grabbed onto the back of my head with his hand and shoved his tongue into my mouth, letting it explore around. After a few seconds, I decided to kiss back. My tongue tangled with his, our teeth clashing together. Mike’s mouth always had the familiar taste of stale cigarette smoke and cinnamon gum. They were two flavors I had grown to love. He leaned back in the reclining chair as we continued our make-out session. My hands ran through his now short, black hair, seeing as he finally cut out all of the blonde. His hands slipped up my back, underneath the shirt I was wearing. I could feel Mike’s growing erection through his jeans, and I took it upon myself to grind up against it, following the outline perfectly. He moaned into my mouth. I pulled away from him and opened my eyes. His big brown ones were staring back at me.

I caught my breath and looked over at Vic, blushing and grabbing Mike’s hand, “Excuse us for a minute.”


By the time Mike had locked his bedroom door, I was already naked and laying on the bed. Mike tore his clothes off and practically leaped onto the bed, falling onto his hands and knees over top of me. He began to attack my neck, biting and sucking various places, just driving me crazy. He brought his lips up to right behind my ear, where he flicked his tongue out and traced the back of my ear. I shivered at the feeling, and then groaned as he pushed his body forward. The tip of his dick ran up my area, teasing me. He had this newfound way about him where he liked to tease me until I couldn’t take it anymore. It drove me fucking insane. His lips made their way back to my mouth, kissing me rough and hard. He pulled away, snagging my bottom lip in between his teeth. He gently pulled on it and ran his dick up me again, making me moan out breathlessly.

“Stop teasing me you fucker,” I groaned as he moved down my body. His hot breath was hitting my pussy and I wanted nothing more than his mouth on it.

He chuckled and licked his lips. He was so close to me to where I felt the tip of his tongue against my slit as he licked over his bottom lip. I whined at the small feeling of his saliva mixing with my own fluids. He still hadn’t budged, so I bucked my hips at him. All at once his mouth connected with my pussy, like a deep kiss. He licked at my lips and then lightly sucked on the entire area. I moaned out with pleasure, closing my eyes and arching my back. My hands grabbed at the closest thing possible, holding the sheet under us in my small fists. His tongue began to dart in and out of me and I couldn’t keep myself quiet. His name was falling from my mouth in loud whines and moans.

“I...” I whimpered, “Oh, Mikey...” I called out as my back arched again.

He pulled himself from me, keeping his lips on me as he spoke, “Yes, kitten? Tell me what you want.”

“I want...” I bit onto my dry bottom lip. He was barely touching me and yet I still felt myself ready to fall over the edge, “You... I want you inside of me.”

I felt him smile against me, and then press a kiss to my opening. He pulled himself up from his position and reached over to the nightstand. He grabbed a condom and handed it to me. I tore the packaging open, carefully, with my teeth and then sat up. He was on his knees, his erection standing out in front of his body. I crossed my legs and looked up into his eyes and then took his entire dick into my mouth, leaving a string of saliva as I pulled away. I kissed the tip and then rolled the condom onto him, still looking into his eyes. He had a pleased smile on his face, and I smiled up at him.

I laid my back down onto the bed, his chest coming down on top of mine. I spread my legs and let him get in between them. He ran his hands up my sides and then set his lips on mine muttering, “I love you, Cassie,” before pushing into me.

Notes

So here's a long update, yay!
Mike graduated high school, yay!
Cassie ditched school for Mike, yay!
There was sexual actions in this, YAY!

Cassie's Outfit

This story just makes me so happy.
Like I made them this perfect couple.
And Sam's Town is all drama and shit.
BUT DON'T THINK THERE ISN'T DRAMA.
SOME SERIOUS DRAMA IS COMING HERE.

What's up with the note on Cassie's car?
I finally introduced Cassie's relationship with Vic, too.
Which is something that is VERY important for future chapters.

Let me know how you feel about this update!
I'm hoping to update again by Saturday!

xoxoxoxo