Hours later, Michael was sitting out in the cold, clouds hovering over the moon. It looked like it was going to rain, but that didn't stop Michael to sit down on the bleachers, throwing down alcohol down his thick throat. He really wasn't expecting Jensen to snap his neck right there, so of course his throat was sore, thick, but clearly, it didn't bother him. Sometimes he loves the pain more than he loves himself, and that's saying something. "Hey…" Another voice was added in the air, and from that, Michael turned his head, and saw the last person he'd ever thought would try and make a conversation with him. Alaska Stone. "What the hell do you want?" He quickly added on, taking a twig from his almost gone alcohol bottle. He was saw sitting his body back in the bleachers, hiding his face so the cold doesn't win over his nose. Alaska really didn't say anything after that, she just didn't know what to say or do without him getting all angry, and when she did, her voice was so calm, and afraid. "Michael- I don't know what to say, but I'm sorry what I said back there. It was so uncalled for, and unprofessional, and I swear I'll keep my mouth shut for the rest of the day- I should mean minute right?" She apologized, with a small frown. From there, Michael actually attempted to smile, shaking his head just like he does when he gets all blushy inside. She was cute. Way too cute to be legit.

"Don't worry about it. It's my fault for being too pissed off at the world. I'll try next time to calm myself, I swear, and maybe I won't attack you right off the back." You could see his cocky smile under lips, that looked kissable. Alaska soon agreed to that idea, "Fine, fine, but I really should keep my mouth shut. That's why I always find myself getting hurt- Or your girlfriend, am I correct" She was now sitting right next to him, keeping her distance from his thigh so it wouldn't get all awkward with them. Michael took a deep breath, taking out of all his worries and pain through the cold air. That was typical of Michael, he never liked talking about himself for so long, but this girl was way different from all the other girl's he'd ever had a simple conversation with. Including Jensen, and Stephanie in that pile of shit conversations. Deep down, he knew Alaska actually cared, and with that thought that traveled through his damaged body, he didn't care about her surname all that much anymore. "Well- I hate talking to her about her these kind of things, and when I hurt her- Like I said earlier, it always meant a fight will come up with us. I'd rather ignore all the negative tension that will come out of this fight, so I come out here, just look at the football field, then the stars. It helps me think." Michael finally indulged the topic, and his eyes just felt like pressure when he looked at the girl, and the pressure felt so good to even experience a thing like that. Her eyes were sparkling in the moonlight, and that only made him smile much more than he probably planned on doing. "So you guys aren't really that good with relationships?" She asked, smiling right back at the man. Her smile though. It was unbelievable beautiful.

"To be honest, no one is good at relationships. If you have a good relationship, then there is something wrong with you. It means you are doing something right. Sometimes, you have to do something wrong to know what you want in life, and from what I experience, I really don't want Stephanie. I hate being with her. She doesn't make me all that happy like my past girlfriend did. I had sex with her, and the impossible came in my life- She got pregnant, and now to make my girlfriend happy, I have to be with her, and it kills me inside- God, don't get me wrong. I love Stephanie to death, but you know, you have to like the relationship to be happy." His words were utterly beautiful in Alaska's ears, she could hear his voice all damn day, and not get bored of it. The tone was just perfectly toned out, and it made things easy, and of course, it was beautiful. She nodded at his words, nudging him with his elbow, "God, it's fucking cold out here." She admitted, trying to keep herself warm by hugging herself with her arms, then out of nowhere, Michael wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer to his body so the girl would warm up quicker than what she was already attempting to do. They didn't say a word to each other. All they did was cuddle against each other, feeling how warm, or even how cold their bodies were. It surprised Alaska how much Michael felt good around her, the myth about being cold was not true with him. He was warm. So warm that the cold must not bother him all that much. His strong immune system always came in handy in Wyoming temperatures. For Alaska, the human, she could have one of the weakest immune systems, just like a real, normal human should go through. An absent hand soon touched Michael's face, drifting through his hair, but only coming back to his cheek, feeling how warm it was.

Was this possible, or was it the tension the two were engaging right now? Michael, without hesitation got closer to her face, only biting down on her lower lip until the two lips were finally connected together, the warmth that surrounded them were amazingly surprising. The tension was surreal right now, and the two were the only ones to experience it. Michael's hand soothingly got attached to her thigh, not hoping he'd be letting go of her soon. Fireworks were flying each other's heads. His grip he had on her was maybe a desperate thing to do, but Alaska was not even complaining, she was just kissing him back, with so much pressure right back. Rough and passionate sometimes, then it was on going make out sessions. Both of their bodies were filled with butterflies, and from that, Michael's smirk was tugged on his mouth, but when Alaska realized that this was wrong, she quickly pulled back, throwing herself up from the bleacher, "Fuck. Oh my god. This is so unprofessional, and I kissed Stephanie's boyfriend. I may not know her, but she seems nice, and I wouldn't want to be killed by her if she has a dark side. I'd rather stay away from things like that." She walked back and forth, running her fingers through her now messy hair. An unexpected shiver ran up Michael's spine at the sudden realization that he kissed someone else. Someone else that wasn't his girlfriend. His girlfriend was that little cute woman always dressing up like she was going out to the gym, and the thought about cheating on her made him have this huge hole in his heart. He's not happy with his actions right about now, but when Alaska kissed him back, he just beamed up inside and out, and to top it all, he was actually happy. H-A-P-P-Y. He really didn't want to let the obvious go to waste, so his stupid drunk thoughts came in action.

He threw the empty bottle on the track, not flinching at the broken glass. His hand took a firm grip on her waist, pulling her right back into the kiss. His touch made Alaska's eyes flutter back to the fireworks. Oh yes, the fireworks were always the things people looked for in hooking up. Through the kisses, his laughter was soft, just like his kissable lips. Alaska also had those lips you could predict were very good when you come in contact with them. Soft. Cosy. You could practically sleep on her lips if you could. It was that soft, just like a bed. After the long tension kiss they were both sharing with each other, they slowly pulled back from each other, opening their eyes that were closed when they shared the most amazing kiss they've ever even experienced. His eyes found hers, and basically gave her a gentle nod, even a little giggle rolled out of his mouth. She held in her laughs, but only laughing right after when she actually realize that kissing each other was stupid, "Can we go back to hating each other, and pretend that nothing happened, and please not talk about this with Stephanie, or even Jensen. I like that child, so I'd rather not have her snap my neck- Let's just pretend, okay?" She asked, planting a kiss on his cheek. Michael nodded a few times, and gave her a small, perky smile. "Alright. I can do that." He was a liar. He was growing feelings for this girl, and now he has to pretend that this kiss didn't even happy. Good luck Michael Bass.