Tony is sitting on the black couch with me, with my legs draped across his lap and a bowl of popcorn between us. He’s drinking a can of Red Bull and staring up at a flat screen TV. Mike is sleeping on his bunk on the other side of the bus, occasionally snoring loud enough for us to hear. I reach over for a handful of popcorn and look at Tony. “Where are Vic and Jaime?”
He shrugs and takes another sip of Red Bull. “They went to talk to a few of our guys about the set for tomorrow. Vic wants to switch the order of the songs.”
“Gotcha.” I say, while munching a few pieces of popcorn.
He sets the silver and blue can down on the table and then turns to me. “So are you and Mike like…official or a you like fuck buddies?”
I stare at him for a few seconds, while nibbling on my bottom lip. “Well… I don’t want to give us a name and have him think differently…” I say quietly. “What do you think of us?”
“Personally, I think you’re more than a fuck buddy.” Tony rubs his forehead and smirks. “ I’m sorry. That sounds horrible…”
My head shakes. “It’s fine… Why do you think we’re more than that?”
“Because you’re on tour with us.” Tony reaches for some popcorn. “Usually, he fucks some girl, comes back, and never calls her again. I mean… He’s had girlfriends obviously, but I still think you’re different. He’s practically whipped.”
“He is not whipped...” I laugh, as I reach for more popcorn.
“Whatever you say…” He rolls his eyes.
As Tony goes back to the TV, I smile to myself. Tony knows a lot about Mike. They’ve been playing and traveling and living together for years. If Tony’s never seen Mike as happy as he is now, I must be pretty special.
“Do you have a girlfriend, Tony?” I ask quietly.
His face scrunches up. “I had a few good ones. But things change and we’re so busy right now… I’m just having fun.”
“That’s the best way to be.” I nudge him with my foot. “Don’t worry… A girl will come along and catch your eye.”
“Hopefully.” He smirks. “If not, I promised myself I’m going gay by forty.”

It’s nearly ten that night. Mike and I walk ahead of Vic, our hands swinging gently. I’m wearing a tight black dress, that is quite short, and a matching pair of wedges. Mike’s in the same camouflage jeans from earlier, but he has since changed into a different shirt. To our left Jaime and Tony are also swinging their hands, to copy us, and laughing loudly. I smirk and look up at Mike. He takes one last inhale of his cigarette before flicking it onto the concrete.
“Are they on your nerves yet?” He mutters, adjusting his black snapback and then holding the door open for me.
I let go of his hand and then stride in, before turning back to him. “No. I think we’re all getting along quite well.”
Vic follows me in, sneaking past his brother, who’s still holding the door. “Thanks, brobro.”
I giggle, watching as both Tony and Jaime run past Mike, just as he goes to close the door. Mike shoves Tony in and then rolls his eyes. They’re all so childish… It’s wonderful to see a bunch of people not taking life as seriously as most do. It’s a refreshing feeling.
A hostess leads us over to a high-top table, which is placed between the bar and glowing dance floor. The rest of the room is nearly pitch black. People are dancing and a DJ is playing music loudly on the other end of the room. This is my first experience at a club like this. Although apart from the bar and tables, this scene is very similar to school dances. Girls dance completely bent over with their date behind them. I personally thought it was funny. It looked like a cafeteria full of animals.
I sit down between Jaime and Mike, with Vic and Tony sitting across the table. Mike pulls his iPhone out and sets it on the table, as Jaime calls a waitress over. I reach over for the drink menu and skim the list of drinks. It’s overwhelming to me, seeing such a big list. I’ve never heard of half of these.
“I’ll have two Seven and Sevens.” Jaime mutters to the waitress. She nods and then moves toward Tony.
Mike turns to me and runs his fingers through my long, straight hair. “What do you want, beautiful?”
I shrug. “A mojito.”
“Highballin’ it, huh?” Mike smirks. “There’s rum in that, you know?”
“I can handle it.” I smile and shove the menu to his chest.
“Damn.” He shakes his head and smiles to himself, before looking back at the waitress. “I’ll have two mojitos and two Jack and Cokes.”
“Two of each?” She raises an eyebrow.
“He’s thirsty.” Tony says over the loud music.
Grinning, Mike nods. “That I am.”
The waitress’ pale cheeks go slightly red and she glances at me. “What do you want, sweetheart?”
Sweetheart? I’m not really that young. “Just water.” I say plainly, before reaching for Mike’s phone and sliding it over. “What’s your password, Mikey?”
“Four zeros.” He smirks. “I’d forget a real password.”
“Is that why your laptop’s password is password?” Vic adjusts his beanie and looks up from his phone.
Mike’s eyes lower. “Yes, you bastard. Why the fuck were you on my laptop?”
“Jaime and I were using is earlier, because mine was out of battery.”
“I was looking for a sex tape.” Jaime holds his hands up. “Vic might’ve been using it for a different reason, but I must confess that I was dead set on finding a video of you two.”
I smile playfully and pull my hair to one side. “You think we’re stupid enough to download it on Mike’s laptop? You’d find it on his! I can’t say the same about mine…”
“I knew it!” Jaime curses quietly and pushes his chair back, hopping down.
Tony starts to laugh. “Jaime, where the fuck are you going?”
“I’m gonna go back to the bus to check Lana’s laptop.” He holds his thumbs up, grinning slyly.
“Jaime, come back! I was just joking!” I lean over the table, calling after him.
“So was I!” He yells back. “I’m just going to take a piss…”
I roll my eyes and lean back against the seat, just as two waitresses make their way over to our table. They set down our drinks and Mike slides my mojitos over, of course, taking a sip of one of them first. “Hey!” I say, giggling. “You have your own!”
“I’m checking to make sure it’s fine, silly goose.” He messes my hair up a bit and then picks up one of his glasses. “Didn’t Robert teach you anything about going to clubs?”
“Nope.” I take a long sip through the blue straw and shiver slightly from the strong taste.
“Pretty girls like you should always check your drink for roofies.” Tony says, with somewhat of a scholarly accent.
“You hit on Lana one more time tonight and we’re going to have a goddamn problem.” Mike kicks back his glass again, already finishing his first drink.
“What?!” He grins. “I only said she looked good earlier! Don’t tell me you’re jealous…”
After taking another swig of my drink, I push my chair back and pull on Mike’s hand. “Leave Tony alone and come dance with me, Michael.”
He stands up slowly and grabs his other drink, before intertwining his fingers with mine. We weave through the groups of people talking, couples dancing and laughing, some even getting pretty into their kissing. By the time we make it to the middle of the group of people, there’s a new song playing. Mike wraps his free arm around my waist, hugging me tightly. I smile to myself and press my back to his chest, before looking up at him.
I don’t ever want him to let me go. He’s the most adorable, energetic, talented, silly, caring, passionate, playful thing that I have ever laid my eyes on. I would honestly do anything to make him happy, because he’s made me happier in the past few days than I could have ever imagined.

“Where are my pajamas?” I ask, giggling from the bathroom as I turn on the sink.
Mike strides in and turns the water off, before pushing me further into the bathroom. “Don’t wash your face, you’ll probably drown yourself.” He mutters, bending down to slide my heels off.
“I would not!” I pull his hat off and set it on top of my head. Then I step out of my heels and Mike stands up.
“Hands up.”
“What time is it?” I stare at him, confused.
“Four in the morning. Arms up!” He roughly raises my arms and then slides my black dress up and over my head.
I shiver, goose bumps rising on my bare skin. “Am I in trouble?”
“No, Lana...” He slides a t-shirt over my head and then leans down, kissing my forehead and picking me up easily. I wrap my legs around his waist lazily, as he opens the bathroom door and carries me over to the bunks. I can make out Jaime wandering around the fridge, drinking a water bottle in a pair of loose shorts and a t-shirt. On my right, Tony is already lying under his covers, with his eyes closed and earphones in.
Mike separates my body from his in order to set me on his bed, but I pull my face from his neck, my hands gripping his shirt nervously. “What’s wrong?” He murmurs, rubbing my back.
“No.”
“No, what?”
“Don’t let me go.” I yawn and push my face back into his neck.
“Your wish is my command.” He laughs quietly and leans down, carefully crawling into the bottom bunk, with my legs still wrapped around his waist and fingers gripping his shirt. Then he pulls the covers over both our bodies and snuggles into me.
After a few minutes of silence, my eyes open and I poke Mike’s cheeks. His eyes open slowly and I smile. “I have a question for you and I can’t fall asleep until I get this off my chest!”
Mike smirks and reaches up, fixing his hat, which is still on my head. “Well what is it, baby?” He murmurs.
I move my fingertips to the Medusa piercing above his top lip. “Did this hurt?”
A wide smile forms over his lips. “Nope. Was that your important question?”
I shrug slightly. “I don’t remember anymore…”
“You’re hammered…” Mike chuckles nearly silently and rolls around in the bed, so that I’m lying next to him.
“I am not!”
“Yes, you are. You asked the waitress for a bagel.”
“Because it’s almost breakfast time.” I say back, trying to justify my actions.
“I know…” He wraps an arm around my waist and yawns. “It’s all right. Go to sleep… There’s a show tomorrow and I don’t want you hung-over and in the sun all day.”
I nod and wrap one of my legs around his, watching as his eyes close again. Vic comes out of the bathroom in just boxers and yawns obnoxiously, as he steps onto the edge of our bed and then hoists himself onto the top bunk. The bed squeaks a few times before he finally settles in. Now the bus is completely silent. The only noises are a faint humming from the fridge down the tiny hallway and Mike’s gentle breaths next to me. Quiet not to wake anyone else, I nudge Mike again.
He sighs, this time his eyes remain closed. “Lana, please go to sleep.”
“But I have another question.” I whisper, wiggling even closer to him.
“Last one.” His eyes open and stare into mine. “What is it?”
“Are you my boyfriend?” I ask quietly, watching his reaction as carefully as my alcohol-clouded eyes can.
Mike lays there, unmoving, for what seems like an eternity. Then when I go to open my mouth again, he presses a finger to my lips. “If you want me to be your boyfriend, than I am. You’re my girlfriend and I want to give you everything… Because of you, I’m not lonely anymore. With you, my life is pretty fucking perfect.” He smiles innocently. “Is that a good answer for you?”
I nod immediately, my lips curling into a wide smile under his fingers. “Now I can go to sleep.” I then kiss his finger gently and roll around, so that I’m facing the opposite direction. He laughs and reels me in closer.
“Is that a hint that you want to be spooned?”
“Maybe…”I giggle softly and press back against him. Mike holds my body protectively to his and then kisses my shoulder.
“Goodnight, Lana.”

Notes

Meep. I'd like to think that Hold On Till May was written specifically for my story. llolololol