Chapter 4: One Hell of a Day and Night to Remember

The next day came in on Matt's apartment as the sun dawned in the distance. In spite of this new starting day, some things still remained true from the night before. In the bathroom, the clothes of both Mike and Matt were scrambled all over the floor in one big mess. Also in the bedroom, the duo was snuggling and sleeping comfortably in Matt's bed. They were still tired from last night's bedroom activity. The smell of sex and sweat still hung in the air like a residue from before. Matt and Mike both softly snored as their naked bodies were still close to each other.

The sun had then come up into the sky and through a small line left open by the curtains, light shone into the room in a thin ray through the window. As this occurred, Mike then woke up first very slowly. He sat up slowly and yawned. He rubbed his eyes and rubbed his fuzzy black hair. Then suddenly, a pain came up in his head unlike any pain he dealt with before. Mike cringed and hissed softly as the pain pounded into his head like cannons going off. He held his head the tightest he could for dear life. 'Yeah, it's definitely a hangover! I'm not really surprised what from all the booze and sex and all.' He thought to himself. He didn't regret the fun he had but his head still hurt like hell fire. Mike then forced himself with all his will to turn and look at the clock.

It was around 9:00 am or so. 'Shit! I must have been really trashed like fuck!' Mike thought harshly. Mike then looked around and saw his "buddy" still asleep in bed. He was snoring and his blond gold hair became a tangled, fuzzy, and bed head of a mess. Mike smiled at him like he was glad all that happened wasn't a dream. Which he really was in all his honesty. 'So cute…' the man thought as he pet the blond hair a little. Matt suddenly moaned out and purred almost as if he'd stir up. But the blond continued to sleep and flipped over to the other side. Mike softly chuckled and then hissed again. He still had to deal with his headache. Mike slowly got out of bed and tried to go to the kitchen, limping as he did. Obviously his lower rear was in pain too.

He got to there and poured himself a cup of tap water. He then scavenged through the medicine cabinet and tried to find painkillers. He picked out a case of Tylenol and took out 2 tablets. He popped them in his mouth and poured it all down with the water. Mike then limped back to the bedroom while having two more tablets and a cup of water with him to help treat Matt's hangover in turn. As set the meds and water down on the nightstand, Mike lightly poked Matt to get up. Matt purred and groaned as he said in a sleepy groggy voice, "Just a few minutes until work please…" Mike giggled and shook him lightly. Finally after a few more efforts, the blond awoke and stretched as he yawned. "Have a nice sleep sleeping beauty?" Mike chuckled as he asked. "Hahahaha… yeah I guess I did." Matt softly laughed. Matt then opened his eyes and rubbed them. He had small bags under his eyes but they would go away soon he resolved. Then the booming headache and hangover finally came to Matt himself. It struck like a hurricane inside him. Matt literally growled in pain as he held onto his pounding head.

Matt then spotted the pain medication and water and downed it all. Matt then held his stomach and ran to the bathroom. It was a miracle he didn't slip and fall. It was even more of a miracle that he didn't vomit on their clothes in the bathroom as he threw up into the toilet. Mike followed after and he patted Matt's back softly as he friend vomited out his contents. It took some time and then Matt reclined back and went to wash his face. Mike then felt a burn in his stomach and knew it was coming fast for him too. Mike then bent down and threw up into the toilet also. It felt like he was spurting out hell fire from his stomach. It wasn't good at all. Then as Mike finished, Matt was patting him softly. Matt looked at him with concern. "You okay now buddy?" he asked.

Mike nodded and proceeded to wash his face also. After they all cleaned up as well as they could, they put back on their clothes. They dusted each other off. They then made breakfast for each other to help them through their hangover. The both each had whole wheat toast, bacon, and eggs. As they ate and finished, they felt even a bit more significantly better and smiled softly to each other. They also drank some orange juice. As they nodded to each other, they fist bumped. They then gave their good byes and good lucks to each other. They then grinned and shared one last tight embrace. As they did so, Mike secretly slipped a note into Matt's pocket. "I'll see you later man. I love you." Mike smiled and patted Matt on the back. "I do very much too." Matt then grinned and patted him back.

Mike then nodded and went on his way. He started up the car and much of the drive back was silent. He put on his GPS beforehand and it guided him back home. As Mike then felt all the more bored, he again ran through radio channels again. Mike was just about to give up when a familiar tune came on by Simple Plan called Jet Lag. It's lyrics rang through to Mike's heart as he listened to its romantic poetry of lyrics.

What time is where you are?

I miss you more than anything

I'm back at home you feel so far

Waitin' for the phone to ring

It's getting lonely living upside down

I don't even wanna be in this town

Trying to figure out the time zone is making me crazy

You say good morning when it's midnight

Going out of my head alone in this bed

I wake up to your sunset

And it's driving me mad

I miss you so bad

Any my heart heart heart is so jetlagged

Heart heart heart is so jetlagged

Heart heart heart is so jetlagged

So jetlagged

Mike was now singing along to the song himself. He loved it. It really described and expressed the distance that he and Matt felt but at the same time the love they had that brought them closer than ever. Mike was tapping his steering wheel as he went along with the tune.

I miss you so bad

I miss you so bad

I miss you so bad

I miss you so bad

I miss you so bad

Even after Mike had long gone out on the road back home, Matt held out his hand out the window and to the sky. He definitely missed someone very badly already. It was his Mike. Oh how he wished there was no distance at all between them and that they could live together. Unfortunetly, too many things went in the way of that for now. Still Matt cried a hopeful tear for that faithful day of coming and smiled. "I miss you so bad Mike. My sweet Mikey."

I wanna share your horizon

I miss you so bad…

And see the same sun rising

I miss you so bad

And turn the hour hand back to

When you were holding me

As he sung those lyrics, he was (as cheesy as it sounds) singing his whole heart out as if to the world, even if it was dark and unforgiving. He smiled a smile like an angel's that was also sad at the same time. But it was also hopeful. He cried a few hopeful tears as he sung all those words to heart with perfect tone and pitch. As he sung, images of him and Matt together bombarded his mind like crazy. Those two were definitely in love.

You say good morning when it's midnight

Going out of my head, alone in this bed

I wake up to your sunset

And it's driving me mad

I miss you so bad

And my heart heart heart is so jetlagged

Heart heart heart is so jetlagged

Heart heart heart is so jetlagged

Is so jetlagged

Is so jetlagged…

Mike then sung out those final words of the song as he was almost home. He sadly sighed as the song ended. He now had to go back to face his terrible reality and swallow it down like a man like he always did. He just had to stay calm until the bad talk ended and then act like he understood with his best poker face. He'd fake a smile with a hot and warm dinner for her later then go to their room and cry himself to sleep. It was always the same. But he was used to it. It was his life after all even if it made him feel worthless.

Mike gulped as he parked the car in the driveway. He opened the door with the spare key and went inside. He quietly closed the door. As he did and he went to go wash his hands, he heard a voice speak to him, it was Dawn. That wasn't a good sounding voice either. "Well, well, well. Look what the drunk cat dragged in from the club. You probably had a great time with your "friend"." She spat as she quoted in a certain tone the word friend. Mike cringed as he turned to face her. She still seemed pissed and alert but drowsy. Her eyes had little bags under them but they burned with a fire like never before.

Mike now stood at attention though he was slightly shaking but tried to hide it. "I waited all fucking night for you! I thought you were going to be there with some warm dinner… But I came home to an empty and cold dark house! With no food warmed up no less! You left me without leaving even a note about your whereabouts! You may have even been killed! I killed the call button trying to call you but it went to god damn voicemail every time! Every fucking time!" she went up to him and poked his chest sharply. She spat at him more and seemed to entangle him with her venomous breath.

Mike then stayed calm, stood upright to her, and replied with his response. He just wanted to live and have fun! He didn't want to be cooped up in this living hell hole any longer! This was the last straw and he didn't need this anymore! So he was going to make that very clear! He took a deep breath and finally hissed out with determination, "So what if! What does my well-being matter to you? You're pretty much too busy with your own damn life to even care so why are you saying all this! All because you care! Yeah fucking right!" he began to rant. "And I'm so fucking sorry I didn't leave anything even a damn note! But why do you care! You've always been distant and leaving me isolated so why! And don't say that's my damn fault! It's a lie! I won't take that bullshit! I noticed how you always are absent as I wake up and how you seem to never arrive until way later after! I even noticed that you don't even reply or even look at me! Even when I say simple things as I love you! You just act like I'm not part of your life! Always putting me under your thumb and making me always play second banana but you never did anything back in appreciation! Do you even know how that fucking hurts so much! How about if you were in my position! Be in my shoes for fucking once and think for one fucking minute!" he venomously ranted and sarcastically sneered.

Dawn was taken aback by his sudden rant. She was now steaming enough for her ears to steam out like in the cartoons. She literally clenched her hands tightly into fists almost. She ground her teeth harshly and wanted to strike back. "You've always been oblivious to me! Don't think you're so innocent dumb ass! I've even tried to help you when you were breaking down at times in life and helped you when you were sick! And me putting you under my thumb! I'm soulless but not that evil! Plus you still should have just left a letter at least so I wouldn't be so pissed and concerned. How about if I did the same to you! Besides I work too to help provide food and stuff for this household which should be appreciation enough for you! Is it that fucking hard to say thanks?" she roared.

Mike then flared his nostrils and got ready for his retort. Oh it was so totally on! "Well fuck you! I've always tried to say thank you and give my appreciation and do everything I can to make you happy! Yes I appreciate your effort but earth food won't satisfy a wandering and loveless soul before you! You won't even give me a hug! Not even once nowadays and that makes me feel lonely and so lifeless! That's so low even for you! And all those times you said about doing good to me were a god damn long time ago! We're talking about the present! You try to elevate yourself like a baron! I'm the man of the house that tries to satisfy you! And yes you do put me under your fucking thumb! That's the god damn truth! I'm sick of it and I could just go out and never come back! I'd rather you even chop off my limbs with a machete than give no attention and intimacy at all!" he then flipped the middle finger at her and turned away from her.

She then fumed like the devil now! If it was a fight he wanted, it was fight he'd get! She then venomously shouted back, "Well why don't you call your god damn faggot friend Matt in here to comfort you and help you then! He'd sweet talk you and cuddle you and do all that stuff so good to you and even kiss you! Let him even fight this battle for you because you're so damn weak! This is so low even for you too! In fact I bet you were even out at his apartment! And not only were you two hanging out, you were probably deep throating his fucking cock while gave you oral sex last night. And you were probably letting him dry fuck you in the ass and screaming cause you loved it like the weak fag you are too!" she snarled as she swiped at him.

Mike dodged the attack and they quarreled and argued on and on until it was late in the day. It seemed like night already. Mike then yelled out in frustration and cried out, "Fine! If that's how you want to be, then I'm fucking okay with it! Leave it to a person like you to make your life rich while mine is miserable! You know what bitch? I wish I was fucking dead! I wish I was at least knocked out into some damn coma and never woke up! I don't want to live in this hell anymore! I've had it! I wish I never even existed for this shit to happen!" Mike then stormed out of the house and slammed the door shut with tears of despair, anguish and fury in his eyes.

Little to his knowing though, he ran right into the road in his blind fury and anguish. Even as a red pickup truck sped in a split second at him, he never stopped and got out of the way even if it was night. Then he looked up and everything went totally white then black in his vision. In that split second, the truck hit him and his body was thrown violently into the air. His body crashed onto the road and the pick-up stopped dead in its tracks. The driver came out of the vehicle and had complete shock on his face. He was wearing a regular cap and had spiked red hair. It was Lance. He literally had a tear or so running down his face. "Mike! Buddy you alright! No! I didn't want to hit you!" he sniffled and prodded Mike's body. No response came from him. He prodded the man again. No response. He began to breathe sharply and quickly as he tried to call 911.

Immediately an ambulance and fire truck was dispatched. So were a few police cars. When they all arrived on the scene, the paramedics all arrived and took Mike's body in a stretcher into the ambulance. The lead paramedic told Lance that he could follow farther and slowly behind. So Lance did. The whole convoy arrived at the hospital and Mike was pulled into the ER at level 3 of the hospital. Lance tried to get the address of the place and then drove to Matt's place as quick as possible. Then he told Matt about all that happened. The drive he had on the road, Mike suddenly getting in the way of the vehicle on the road, him being hit, he having to call 911 after panicking at first to his best employee and friend being hit, everything. As Matt took it all in, his eyes became wider and wilder with panic and concern for the one he loved.

"Where the fuck is he?" Matt growled. Lance cringed a little and told him he was at the ER at a hospital and told him he'd take him there. They wasted no time as Matt got into the pickup with him and they went to the hospital guided by Lance's memory. Mike was in serious trouble and there was no time to waste as their dear friend lay on the line…

To be continued…