Mike and I walked away from my doctor’s office, hand-in-hand, towards his car. He was still going to therapy with me and I only had three sessions left. The last few therapy sessions had been about Mike and I’s relationship for the most part, not exactly my eating disorder. Vic liked to joke about how he felt like Mike and I were going to “marriage counseling”, while really we were talking to my therapist, Mali, about how the two of us have been helping each other better ourselves. Mike was leaving for the start of Before Today’s small tour in the morning, so we just had the next fourteen hours together for a few weeks.

Mike opened up the passenger side door for me, allowing me into his car, and then closed it after I sat down. He automatically got into the driver’s side and turned the engine on, shifting the car into reverse and pulling out of the parking lot. It was like second nature to him as we drove while he grabbed my left hand with his right, and drove with his cigarette in his left hand and his knee under the wheel. The pad of his thumb rubbed over the top of my hand, massaging it as he gently squeezed.

The sun was starting to set as we pulled up the the abandoned motel we had come across last weekend. Most of the doors were locked, the windows broken out of the rooms. We had managed to pry open one of the doors, just to check out what the room was like on the inside. It was dirty and very retro, but we had made the most fun of it as we possibly could. On the backside of the front office, there was an outdoor wooden staircase that went up to the roof, and we had been watching sunsets on top of it for the past four days.

“I can’t believe you’re leaving in the morning,” I said quietly as I pulled the almost completely-smoked joint from Mike’s long, skinny fingers. I held it up to my lips and took the last hit, flicking the roach off the roof and into the tall grasses surrounding the motel. I looked over at Mike, noticing how the orange sunset casting over his face made him glow. I sighed to myself, I was really going to miss him.

“Remind me to stop by the pharmacy on my way to drop you off in the morning, please.” He sighed while shifting his body, placing his head in my lap and his back against the hot, black shingles. “I need to pick up my prescription before I leave.”

“Do you have enough weed to get you through tour? Or should we go meet with your dealer? I don’t want you bugging out, baby,” I looked down at his nearly black eyes, smiling and running my hands through his hair.

“I have enough... and if I need more I know where Vic hides his.” He smiled up at me as he rubbed his head against my hand, “Every place we go, I’m going to get you a present. Something stupid and cheesy. So when I come home I will have a bunch of dumb things for you to put all over your room.”

“Get me dream catchers,” I laughed, knowing that he would probably pick out the ugliest and dumbest things to get me if I didn’t say what I wanted, “We can hang them all from my ceiling. They’d look so cool because of that big one I have over my bed now.”

He licked over his lips, causing his bottom lip to gut out and his lip ring to glisten, “I thought you were going to hang the Christmas lights up there though? Or are those going on the wall?”

“They’re going on the wall... like right below my ceiling. Please, please, please.”

He smiled, “I’ll see what I can do.”

I poked his nose, “You’re seriously the best. If you can, can you get a different color each time? And no black because that big one you got me is black.”

“No, I wanted to get all black dream catchers for the ceiling,” he rolled his eyes, poking fun at me. “I’ll pick out pretty ones for you. Lots of little gay, girly colors, too... but I have to be discreet about it or the guys will make fun of me the entire tour.”

I rolled my eyes, “They’re going to make fun of you because you’re a phenomenal boyfriend and none of them know how to keep a girlfriend for more than a week. Mikey, it’s seriously past two and a half years.”

“Hush,” He held one of his long fingers up to my lips and pursed his own. “Don’t jinx anything, Cass.”

I pushed his hand away from my mouth, “How am I jinxing anything? What’s going to happen? We’re going to break up? Because that’s totally possible... There’s more of a possibility of us falling off this roof to our deaths than there ever will be of us breaking up.”

He chuckled and sat up, scooting next to me once again and wrapping his arm around my waist. He pulled me into his side and rested his chin on the top of my head, letting out a sigh. The sun had gone down completely, leaving a red/orange haze to the sky that was gradually getting darker. We’d get down from the roof soon and head on to his house to spend his last night with his parents, but for now we were still going to enjoy the moment.

“I love you more than anything in the world, kitten. You know? I love you more than I love my family... more than I love my drums... more than I love music... If it came down to it and I had to choose between you and breathing on my own, I’d probably choose you and live off an oxygen tank for the rest of my life. I don’t know how I am going to survive these next weeks without you by my side, but I’m really going to try my hardest. At first, I was so excited to go on the road... and,” He sighed and then sniffled softly, trying to cover the fact that he was getting a bit emotional. “Honestly, the closer it gets to tomorrow morning, the more resentful I am getting about deciding to do this.”

I let out a shaky breath, knowing that I was going to end up crying any minute if I had to hear him so upset. I nudged his neck with my face, turning and kissing his collar bone. I placed my left hand on his thigh and squeezed lightly, “Baby, I know it’s scary and it’s going to be hard for not only you, but me as well... but this is your dream. You’re finally getting a chance to do what you have wanted to do since you were a kid. I want you to be excited and jumping around like a little Mexican jumping bean because you’re leaving for tour. I am going to be right here, at home, waiting for you to come back. Nothing is going to happen to us. If you need me, I’m just a phone call away.”

“I... I just... I... I don’t... never mind,” he said slowly, placing his head in his hands. He couldn’t get all of his thoughts out, and that was always overwhelming for him. He rubbed at his face, pulling his hands down, pressing hard against his skin. “I’m so used to spending every waking minute with you in my arms.”

“You get to do that for the rest of the night, and that’s something you can look forward to coming home and doing. You know that once you get out on the road, you’re going to be having the time of your life. I don’t want you to go out there with a bad outlook.”

He frowned and put his hands on his knees, pulling them up towards his chest, “I’m just gonna miss you, Cass.”

“I’m gonna miss you too, Mikes,” I gave him a small smile. “And you know that inside, this whole idea of you touring is eating me apart, but I want to be strong for you. Don’t think that I won’t break down into tears the minute you leave in the morning, because I most definitely will. Frankie is gonna want to kick your ass when you get home for making his sister cry.”

Mike let out a laugh, a smile forming on his face, “I guess I better apologize in advance to him, right? Even though I think he is going to cry almost as much as you will.”

I grinned, his smile becoming contagious. I turned my head to face his dead-on, and leaned in, pressing my lips against his softly. If I kissed him too hard we would probably fall off the roof. I pulled away from him, staring into those eyes that I was going to miss more than anything. Mike blinked a few times as I still stared at him, watching as one of his eyelashes fell gracefully from his eye and down his face. He would probably yell at me any minute to stop staring at him, but I didn’t care. I wanted his eyes to be all I saw whenever I closed mine.

I began to feel a pain on my thigh and I diverted my eyes from his, noticing that he was pinching me through my jeans. That was my cue to stop staring at him. I felt my cheeks heat up, probably bright pink from slight embarrassment, as I looked back up at him. “It’s getting dark,” I noted, realizing that the sky had practically turned into a dark purplish black around us. “We should probably head back to your house before Vivian freaks out.”

“Actually, I have a better idea,” Mike smiled and stood up, holding his hand out for me to grab.


I sat on the dirty, old bed inside of the motel. The big, flannel blanket that we always kept in Mike’s trunk was draped over top of the sheets, acting as a barrier between my stark-naked body and the filth covering the sheets. Mike stood in the darkness, the only light coming from his lighter, as he tried to light up a couple candles. I laughed as he struggled, finally lighting one that smelt like vanilla. He placed it on the small bedside table to the right of me, and then drew back the curtains on the bay-window. Moonlight cascaded through the room, brightening it up a little bit. He pulled the curtains a little closer together, allowing just enough light to where everything was easy to see, but still quite dark.

I laid myself down, flat on my back, and stretched my arms out above my head. A few cracks came from my wrists and elbows, and then my neck as I moved it from side to side. Just as I was about to sit back up I felt weight shift on top of me, and then warm breath hit the skin on my neck. I moaned out at the sensation, no part of him even touching me. I moved my hands towards Mike, resting my forearms on his shoulders and linking my fingers together behind his neck, pushing his face onto my skin. He pressed a kiss to my neck, being quick to open up his mouth and nip me with his front teeth. I gasped and unclasped my hands, pressing them firmly onto his back.

As he kissed over my body, avoiding the spots where I wanted him the most, I felt myself becoming ready to explode. He avoided everything from my lips, to my sweet spot, to my vagina. I knew that the minute he put himself inside of me, I was going to need maybe three thrusts, and then I would be screaming out in ecstasy.

“Mike,” I breathed out as he ran his bare tip over my lips, causing me to squirm with excitement and want.

“Yes, Cassandra?” He said, sweetly, as he repeated his actions, knowing he was going to drive me over the edge.

“Oh, Mike,” I sighed, closing my eyes and sucking my bottom lip into my mouth. My head rolled back a bit, exposing my entire neck to him. His hand came up to it, dragging his fingers down the side of it, still running himself over my entrance. He could have made me cum just from these actions, but I needed him inside of me. “No more teasing, baby... I... I can’t handle it.”

He chuckled softly and lined himself up with my entrance, “Say what you want.”

“I... I want you,” I whimpered as he positioned my face to where if I opened my eyes he was staring into them.

“No, no no,” He laughed again, a playful smile on his lips. “What do you want, my dear?”

“I want you to make love to me, Michael,” I said as fast as I could without letting out another whimper.

I looked into his eyes as he smiled again, lacing our fingers together and holding them up. He pushed his length into me, slowly, and I moaned out his name once more. Our hands were soon above my head, his forehead on mine, our bottom halves grinding into one another’s. There was no such thing as a better feeling than making love with Mike. His dick slid in and out of me, at a steady rhythm, making sure to push in as deep as possible with each thrust he gave. I lifted my hips up from the flannel under us, trying to match his rhythm to create more pleasure for the both of us. His hands left mine and went to the back of my thighs, pushing the fronts up onto my sides to allow him deeper penetration. I cried out at the feeling, him filling each and every small corner of me. I was getting closer and closer, my walls were getting tighter and tighter. I looked up at Mike through my eyelashes, watching as a bead of sweat fell down his forehead. He was gnawing on his lip, about to pull his lip ring out of his mouth, as he continued to push in and out of me slowly.

I whined and put my elbows on the bed, trying to prop my upper half up, sticking my lips out in the process. His hands pushed my thighs further apart, allowing him to lay his chest on top of mine and initiating a passionate kiss. As my orgasm washed over I moaned into Mike’s mouth, then pulled away, leaving a trail of spit from my mouth to his. My head fell back onto the bed as he picked his pace up a tad bit, giving a few more thrusts, and then pulling out of me and spilling onto the top of my vagina. He hovered over me for a few more minutes, catching his breath, and then stood up and walked over to the bathroom. He grabbed a wad of toilet paper and cleaned me off, and then crumpled it up and threw it to the ground next to the bed.

“So either we can just stay here tonight, or we can go back to my place. It’s up to you,” he said as he handed me my underwear and his t-shirt.

I licked over my lips, trying to regain moisture back in them, “I kind of want to stay here for the night. There’s something strangely romantic about all of this.”

He smiled and pulled his boxers on, pressing a kiss to my forehead, “Looks like I’ll be your pillow for the night.”


I woke up the next morning with my head on Mike’s chest. The sunlight was peering through the dust-covered curtains around 5:30 AM. The candle on the bedside table had gone out long ago, but the smell of vanilla still lingered in the room. I had woken Mike up and we had both gotten dressed and went to Denny’s for breakfast. It was nice to spend the early hours of the morning with him because it was something we didn’t usually do. The two of us usually slept until two in the afternoon every day, but here we were, six in the morning sitting and eating breakfast in a restaurant full of old people. The boys were all leaving at nine in the morning, but the plan had been that Mike was going to take me back to my house around eight-thirty, just so he didn’t have to deal with Vivian and I crying at the same time.

We pulled into my drive way at eight-twenty, both of us now having frowns on our faces. Mike cut off the engine and sighed, looking straight ahead at my garage. It was obvious that neither one of us really knew what to say or do right now. I had imagined saying goodbye to be a lot easier than it was actually going to be. I unbuckled my seatbelt and took in the silence of the moment. I felt my eyes begin to water and my chin start to quiver. I was going to break down. There was no way I could hold my composure. Tears started to flow down my face as a huge sob broke out of my chest. I practically threw my self onto the dashboard, unable to sit up straight. I couldn’t hear Mike over my cries because they filled the entire car, but I knew that he was probably an emotional wreck as well. His right hand rubbed up and down my back as I fell into hysterics. I couldn’t handle this. I tried my hardest to regain my composure, trying to catch my breath, but by the time I was able to sit up straight I was back at it again. My eyes hit Mike’s and I could tell he was on the verge of tears. He was fighting himself to hold them back. His bottom lip was sucked into his mouth and his eyes were glistening and cloudy. His nose was as red as Rudolph’s. He would probably burst into tears the minute he pulled out of my driveway. I knew he didn’t want to cry in front of me because it would just make me cry harder, but I was unsure if I could really cry harder than I was right now.

I wiped at my eyes, smearing my mascara all over the back of my hands, as I shifted in my seat, leaning my head against the window. “I... I’m really gonna miss you, Mikey...” I choked out, my chest shaking, practically rattling my organs around inside.

Mike let go of his bottom lip and held his mouth open before actually speaking. His voice came out in a mere whisper, “I love you.”

I launched myself forward once again, but this time onto his lap. I kissed him as hard as I possibly could without including any tongue, just slamming my lips against his. I felt his bottom lip begin to bounce up and down against mine as I pulled away, my vision blurred from my tears. “I love you too. Please don’t forget that.”

I looked into his eyes, watching as his own tears began to slowly fall out the sides. I tried to swallow the dry lump in my throat as I backed up, opening the car door and stepping outside. I closed it behind me and walked over to the driver’s side, pressing my lips up against Mike’s window. He did the same on the other side, all that separated us was the thin glass. I pulled away and mouthed that I loved him as he backed out of my driveway. By the time that he was out of view I was already down on my knees, crying my heart out once again. This was going to be a rough two months.

Notes

I know I haven't updated this story in SO long.
I've been extremely preoccupied with Sam's Town.
As well as getting ready to go back to college and stuff.

Cassie's Outfit

I hope that those of you that have already started school or college will have a great year!
I'm really hoping to get an update out, at least once a week, while I'm back on campus.
I can't promise anything, cause I really, really, REALLY need to focus on my grades.

I hope you guys like this update.
Even thought it was like cute and sad.
Expect an update on Sam's Town by next Friday as well!

Anyone catch on to a lyrical reference in here????

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