“Earth to Assandra,” Vic waved his hand in front of my face.

I slapped it away with an unamused look, “Quit calling me that, fuck face.”

“I think it’s clever,” he grinned and then popped a chip in his mouth. “Do you want another beer?”

“Please,” I smiled as he got up and walked over to my refrigerator.

It was about eleven-thirty at night on a Tuesday. I had been running around everywhere putting in job applications in order to try to make myself busy for what was going to be a very lonely summer. My mom was out of the house for the evening and it was my duty to watch Frankie. I told her I didn’t want to be alone and she was fine with Vic and Mike staying the night. We weren’t going to have a party or anything, we were just going to chill out here. Abbey and Casey were over earlier and were hanging out with us, but then they went back to Abbey’s house. Vic and I were sitting on the couch, drinking beers and watching Godzilla. Mike was upstairs banging away on the drums with Frankie, trying to teach him a thing or two.

Vic placed an open beer bottle in my lap and then sat back down next to me, resting his head on my shoulder. “Thanks Vicky,” I laughed and rubbed my head against his. “You even opened it for me! Be careful, you might steal my heart.”

“Gross,” he laughed and picked his head up from my shoulder. A loud bang came from upstairs and then Mike started cursing. You could hear Frankie laughing. “Your brother isn’t going to get any sleep tonight.”

I shrugged and sipped my beer, “He goes to bed at like seven every night. One late night won’t kill him. Plus, he loves spending time with Mike. It scares me how good Mike is with him. It’s so weird that he’s like a kid magnet.”

Vic let out and awkward laugh, “Are you two... you know...”

“Yes, Victor,” I laughed and shook my head. “I got my period for the first time since December last week. It was just two days, but it’s better than nothing.”

He nodded, “Good. You haven’t relapsed since that last time have you?” I shook my head and he smiled from ear-to-ear, “I’m so proud of you, Cassie.”

“Thanks, Vicky,” I blushed. “You still better be on Mike watch for me!”

“I am. He hasn’t done anything that seems shady... yet. Hopefully it was just a one time thing, but you know how he is... once he starts it’s hard for him to stop. Some days I notice that he doesn’t take his medicine, so I slip it into his food when he’s not looking.”

Vic was seriously a life saver. No pun intended. He watched out for any signs of self harm or excessive depression coming from Mike when I wasn’t around. “He seems like he’s getting fed up with me grabbing at him and checking him, but I’m just too scared to stop. He tells me I’m being ridiculous when I check his thighs. I hate to say it, but I just can’t trust him when he slips backwards.”

I cringed when I thought of the past. All that Mike had ever cut was his left wrist, but then he got smart and started to cut the top of his thighs while I checked his wrist. It was when we were first together and usually had to sneak sex late at night. It was always dark and I never noticed until one day I decided I was going to wake him up with a blow job... let’s just say the blow job never happened.

“I can’t trust him either, Cass. You never told me how therapy has been going now that he’s...”

Mike’s voice cut Vic off, “Cassie, I need a bandaid.”

I turned my head to look at him and gasped. There was blood gushing from one of his fingers, the skin practically hanging off. I jumped off the couch and into the kitchen, grabbing a box of bandaids and alcohol. I grabbed his hand and applied the alcohol, he started cursing and hissing. I tried my hardest not to gag as I placed the skin back in place and put his bandaid on.

“What the fuck did you do?” I looked at him, horrified.

“Sliced my finger on a cymbal. It’s no big deal,” he shrugged.

“No big deal? That looks like a big ass deal to me! Your skin is hanging off your fucking finger, Mike! Is there blood anywhere upstairs?”

He put his hands on my shoulders, “Number one, calm down. Number two, I didn’t get blood anywhere. Frankie thought it was pretty funny. He’s putting his pjs on and then coming down here, so you might want to tone down on the colorful language.”

I rolled my eyes, “Okay, father.”

He smiled and pressed his lips to my forehead, “I love you, Cass.”

“Call her Assie,” Vic snickered from the couch.

Mike grabbed my beer from the coffee table, “That does fit you.” He smirked and smacked my butt, “Assie.”

“Stop it,” I whined and plopped back down onto the couch in between both boys.

“Sissy, sissy! Spider in bath tub! Big, black and scary!” Frankie screamed from the steps.

“Mikey is coming!” I called up to him and nudged Mike, who gave me a smug look and then wandered off in the direction of the steps.


I laid with my head on Mike’s shoulder, both our bodies covered in thick, glistening sweat. Mike laid motionless beside me, small snores escaping his mouth. He was always fast to fall asleep after we had sex, which I always found pretty humorous because sex made me wired and awake. I snuggled closer to him, my right leg wrapping around his, pressing the front of my body up against his right side. His arm was outstretched, bent at the elbow, his hand resting on my upper back. I managed to kick a blanket up from the end of the bed to cover us with, just in case someone were to walk in while we were asleep. I pulled the blanket up to my chin, relaxing into Mike’s warm body once again with a sigh.

The entire thought of him leaving for a tour in just a few weeks scared the living shit out of me. I didn’t know how we were going to handle being separated from one another, especially after all of the recent chaos we had gone through. The worst part was that I was more scared of my own sanity than I was of Mike’s. I knew that if he took his medications and Vic kept an eye over him, he would be okay, but could I say the same for myself? I was so used to always having him home with me. It was weird for a day to go by where I didn’t see his goofy smile or hear his stupid laugh. I knew I was probably going to end up crying when he left; maybe I’d even be crying daily, who knows. As upset as I was over the situation, deep down I knew that this was going to happen some day. This was Mike’s dream and he was finally getting able to really get a taste of it. I had to be strong enough for the both of us in this, just in case he’d break down.

“What are you thinking about?” Mike’s voice came out groggy.

“I thought you were sleeping,” I said softly and looked up at him.

His eyes were half open as he yawned, “I was, but I have to pee, and then I saw you so concentrated on something in your head that I didn’t want to disturb you.”

I laughed, quietly, and moved my body off his, “Go pee, weirdo.”

He rolled his eyes and got out of the bed. When he came back in I was already all nestled back into the covers. He crawled in bed behind me and wrapped his long, skinny arms around my small frame, pulling me into his embrace. He pushed all my hair onto the pillow under my head and then pressed his lips to the back of my neck, kissing right over my spine.

“You gonna tell me what’s on your mind?” He said in a whisper as he laid his head on my pillow, his lips still slightly touching my neck.

I sighed and put my hands over his, slipping my fingers in between his own, “Just this summer. Tour. Our relationship. Everything. You know?”

He sighed, “Stop worrying, baby. Everything is going to be fine. I’m going to be fine. I’m going to take my meds every day. I haven’t hurt myself again since that one day, Cass. I’m really excited for tour and I don’t want you to sit at home worried sick about it.”

“I’m honestly more worried about myself than I am about you,” I mumbled and sucked my bottom lip into my mouth.

Mike pulled his hand from mine and gently stroked my side, “You lived without me before, you can do it again. Part of me knew this was going to end up happening. I know I am your life, and you’re my life too, baby. I want you by my side forever and this is just one small step in something that is going to become a part of both of our lives.”

“I know, Mikey. I keep telling myself that. I just really hope that I get a job so I can keep myself occupied and keep my mind off you for a little while, as bad as that sounds... “

He grabbed me and flipped me over so that I was laying on top of him, “Stop thinking about it. I want to make these next few weeks the best weeks of my life, other than our honeymoon, of course.”

“You’re so gay,” I rolled my eyes. “If you weren’t so good in bed, I wouldn’t keep you around.”

He winked at me, “You’re only lying to yourself, Assie.”

“Michael Christopher,” I huffed.

“Love you,” he wined and puckered his lips.

I rolled my eyes and pressed mine against his, “Love you too.”

Notes

Finally, I updated.
So this is kinda just fluff.
But it's important fluff okay?

Thank you to everyone who has left me feedback.
I know a lot of you have a lot of different ideas about where this is going.
I have this entire story already planned out, and the next few chapters are interesting.

So I've been super busy and shit.
Between work and my social life.
Getting ready to go back to college.
All that fab stuff that is all necessary.

I've been so behind on updates and reading stories and everything.
I have 13 stories that I need to read, some of them with MANY chapters missed.
I am going to be doing all of that tomorrow - Thursday, so expect feedback then.
This will hopefully, no promises because I break them, be updated by this weekend.
Sam's Town is my main priority right now, which will be updated by this weekend.

Let me know how you all feel.
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