“Michael, get your ass over here and taste this,” My mom called out as Mike and I walked in the house, hand in hand. My family was already crowding the living room while my mom and grandma were slaving away in the kitchen.

Mike walked in and took a spoonful of the gravy, “It’s so good.”

“There’s my girl,” my grandma smiled and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “I was starting to worry you weren’t going to show up.”

“Of course I’d show up... I just slept in a little late and needed to shower,” I smiled, trying to hide the fact that my head was pounding. “Mom, where’s the Motrin?” I asked while rummaging through the cabinets.

“Top shelf, I have to keep it from your brother because he knows how to get on the counter,” she mumbled from the stove. I grabbed it and popped four into my mouth, dry swallowing them, and then handed four to Mike who did the same. My mom gave me a look, “Cassandra.” Mike snickered and she glared at him, “You’re in trouble too.”

“Oh let them rest,” my grandma smiled. “They’re kids.”

She rolled her eyea, “Yeah, Mom... kids. Kids shouldn’t be needing to take something for a hangover.” She then walked out of the kitchen to go tell everyone that the food was ready.


Thanksgiving dinner was always eventful at my house. All of my grandparents’ children came - my mom, her sister, her brother, my cousins, etc. I had two cousins older than me, one was already married and had two children; one child was seven and the other was five, which worked out so Frankie had someone to play with. Then I had another cousin who was one month younger than me, also a cheerleader but kind of a snobby bitch. She didn’t seem to like Mike much, nor did she like our relationship.

“So, Mike, are you excited to finally graduate?” My grandpa asked.

Mike grinned, “Yeah. I cannot wait to get out of high school.”

“What are your plans for after you get out? Still working on the band?” He asked.

“Yeah. We’ve got some bigger shows that we’re going to be playing... Vic said something about a record label coming to check us out in a few months. I’m hoping for good things.”

My grandpa smiled, “You’re still working on achieving your dream; I like that.” I could see the happiness radiating off Mike’s face from that statement. I know it meant a lot to him for my family to accept him, even though the only one’s who have ever really liked him were my grandma, grandpa and my mom. “You thinking about college, Cassie?”

I nodded, “Yeah... I have to start looking. I’m probably going to try for SDSU.”

“So you can stay home with your boyfriend,” my cousin, Mel, laughed.

I glared, “Actually, they have a great dance and biology program so I could double major.”

Mel rolled her eyes, “Yeah, tell yourself that. I’m looking to go to school in New York.”

“Good for you. I’m sure you’ll make a lot of friends out there. I heard they’re really rude people just like you,” I fired back at her.

“At least I’m going to go make something of myself. We all know you wont be able to handle going to college while your man is back home,” she spat.

“Jealous bitch,” I mumbled.

“Girls,” my grandma said, trying to make us stop arguing.

“I’m so jealous of your relationship, Cassie.” She held her hands up, “I’m so jealous that you’re dating someone clinically depressed who just drags you down and is going to wind up getting you pregnant by the time you’re eighteen.”

“That’s enough, Melanie!” My aunt bitched.

“Fuck you,” I growled before grabbing Mike’s hand and standing up. “I’ll be back later, Mom.” I pulled Mike out the front door and out to his car. “I can’t be in there right now.” Mike was quiet as he started the engine. I reached over and touched his arm, “Babe.”

He just shook his head and drove off in the direction of the beach. Neither one of us said anything for the rest of the car ride. I knew what my bitch of a cousin said got to him. The last thing I wanted was Mike to actually believe anything she said. When we got to the beach he cut off the engine and got out of the car, slamming the door while I still sat inside. He started to walk down the grassy path towards the sand and water. I got out of the car and followed him slowly. By the time I made it down he was already sitting on the rocks next to a pier, his shoes and socks on the pier itself, and his jeans rolled up some so they wouldn’t get wet when the water splashed up. I kicked off my converse and socks and sat next to him. He was smoking and staring out into the ocean.

“Don’t let what she said get to you, please,” I sighed and rested my head on his shoulder. He just shrugged. “Michael, talk to me.”

“What the fuck do you want me to say?” He growled. “Do you want me to sit here and say that she was wrong? Because she sounded pretty fucking right to me.”

I picked my head up off his shoulder and looked down at my legs, “Please don’t cuss at me.”

He ran a hand through his hair and threw the butt of his cigarette into the water, “You don’t fucking understand, Cass. It’s one thing when I say those things, but it’s another thing when someone else says it too. I know everyone notices it, but doesn’t say a damn thing. You saved me, but I ruined you. I fucking ruined you.” He shook his head, “You should be looking into going to a college that you dream of. You shouldn’t have to base your decision off me because I’d waste away without you here. You shouldn’t have to worry that if you want to go somewhere, that I’m going to be at home contemplating if I’m going to put a bullet through my fucking brain or not. I’m selfish and you’re too fucking selfless.”

“You’re more important than any of that, Mike. How many times do I have to tell you?” He rolled his eyes and got up, hopping off the rocks and onto the sand. “Don’t walk away from me!”

He turned and looked up at me, “Sometimes I really wish you’d just walk out of my life, Cassandra!”

I felt tears form in my eyes as he turned around and kept walking, “You’re being fucking ridiculous!” He continued to walk further and further away from me, the tears kept falling from my eyes. “MICHAEL!” I yelled out at him while standing on the rocks, trying to keep my balance as the waves crashed against them.

“WHAT!” He turned and looked at me.

“Please come back here,” I cried out.

He shook his head and turned around, yelling behind him, “I’d rather go run out onto PCH and get hit by a car so that you wouldn’t have to worry about me!”

“You drive me fucking crazy!” I screamed, tears coming down my face like Niagara Falls. He kept getting further and further. I couldn’t take it anymore, I made my way down the slippery rocks. My tears were making mascara bleed into my eyes, stinging them, and I felt myself hyperventilating. I made my way up the beach, feeling my chest getting heavy. I ignored the feeling, knowing it was because I hadn’t eaten anything but two bites of mashed potatoes all day. I ran after Mike, who was halfway up the beach.

“Go away!” He groaned when I grabbed onto his wrist and pulled it.

“Fuck you, Mike! The last thing you’re doing is leaving me!” I screamed. “You really want to throw away what we have because you can’t get it through your stupid thick skull that I don’t give a fuck about anything because I love you!” He stopped trying to pull his arm from my grasp, I had both of my small hands wrapped around it tightly. “Do you have any idea how much you mean to me? How much it means to me that I was the one that saved you? And for you to walk away from me and tell me that you want to go run out into fucking traffic makes me feel like shit. You have issues. I know. But I also know you love me with your whole heart.”

“That’s why I don’t want to hold you back,” he mumbled. “I love you too much to make you sit by my side when you could be doing amazing things.”

“I don’t give a fuck about any of that!” I groaned, “I’m sixteen, Mike. I have my entire life to go do whatever the fuck I want. Right now all I want is to stay in my perfect relationship with my perfect boyfriend and live my life in this moment.”

He turned and looked at me, biting on his lip, “I’m sorry.”

“And what I said was true. San Diego State has the two things I want to do, and it’s such a good school. By the time I’m in college you’ll be on tour and well on your way to becoming big and famous, anyway.” I wrapped my arms around him tightly. I heard him let out a small laugh, “I love you so much, Mike. Please, no more of this shit.”

“I love you too, Cass.” He sighed, “I’m not making any promises, but I can try.”

I looked up at him and puckered my lips, he leaned down and kissed me softly. “Now you have to make this up to me,” I smirked while unbuttoning his jeans.

“Cassie,” he groaned. “It’s cold. I’m going to have major shrinkage.”

“I have a nice warm spot to keep that from happening,” I giggled as I slipped my hand into the waistband of his boxers. He let out a soft moan as I gently stroked him inside his pants, “It definitely doesn’t feel any smaller to me.”


Next thing I knew I was lying on my back in the sand, my hips hoisted up so I wouldn’t get sand in any uncomfortable spots. Mike was hovering over me, slipping a condom onto himself. I rolled my eyes when I saw that; we both hated condoms and I knew the only reason he was using one was because of the pregnancy statement. The cold, late November air breezed through the beach, my body shook with a shiver, goosebumps erupting everywhere. Mike pulled my hips closer to his as he slid into me, a groan escaping his mouth. I let out a gasp as he put all of his weight on me, practically making us chest-to-chest, as he slowly thrusted in and out. His eyes stayed locked on mine, and I leaned up to capture his lips. He started to move his hips in another motion, still going slow but much deeper. He took my legs and folded them up on my sides, holding them there. I used my elbows to help prop my head up so I could kiss him. The deepness of his thrusts amazed me, as he brushed his tip up against my g-spot a number of times until I couldn’t hold my moans in anymore. I let my back fall flat against the sand again, my eyes still looking into his. I wasn’t expecting him to make love to me. I was expecting more of our hot, animalistic sex that comes after a fight, but I was okay with this. There was something extremely romantic about making love on a beach. A wave ended up coming very close to shore, spraying cold water over us, making this even better.

“I love you,” Mike moaned out before leaning down and kissing me again.

Notes

I think this story makes me happy because of the amount of sex I had put into it.
And I'm going through a dry spell (a little over a month - someone gimmie a high-five).

Cassie's Outfit

Alright so a little bit of drama once again.
I just really hate happy stories idk.
Next chapter up in a few days.
Updating Sam's Town later maybe.

Sneaking my little 19 year old ass into a bar tonight, WISH ME LUCK.

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