Disclaimer: I do not own Deadliest Catch or the men that appear in the show. This is a complete work of fiction. However, Layla is an OC and her character, family, and backstory are of my own creation. Also, Rated M for a reason. Language, and the usual smut.
(DAY THREE OF TOUR, MIDDLE OF CALIFORNIA)
MIKEPOV OF PART 2:
"God damnit, if you don't stop moping around here I'm gonna kill ya'," Johnathon said to Mike as he caught him staring off in space for the ninth time that day.
"I'm not moping," Mike said.
"Are too," Scotty chirped, earning a glare from Mike.
"It's just-" Mike began to explain.
"Layla. We know," EddieBoy filled in. "Go make up already."
Mike sighed, "It's not that simple. I said some pretty nasty things, and I think I...I think I might be in lov-"
Andy cut him off, "You think very, very hard about what you were just about to say. She's happy. She ain't looking. She ain't interested. So you take what you were thinking just now, and you lock it down. You lock it down tight Mike."
Everyone was silent, staring in shock between Andy and Mike. They had never heard that tone from Andy, even Johnathon was stunned. The carefree light pitch to his voice, gone. He was dead serious. Mike and Andy stared hard at eachother.
Mike was about to say he was in love with Layla.
Everyone had heard it.
No one had missed it.
Mike broke first, and nodded. He got up and started to walk off, heading for the door.
"Where ya going?" Andy asked.
"I'm going to make it right, tell her I'm sorry," Mike said.
"And that's all right?" Andy pressed as Mike reached the door.
"Yea, that's all," Mike snapped and slammed the door behind him. He let out a frustrated grunt as he started walking towards the Northwestern bus. He had to stop walking to shake himself, set himself right.
He knocked on the door without much of a game plan. When Nina opened the door she looked suprised.
"Layla?" she asked. He nodded and watched her walk back up the steps and into the bus. He could barely make out Nina telling her he was there, he did hear clearly Layla say 'what?' and that's when he called out to her.
"Come on Layla, let's go for a walk."
And then there she was. With slight bed head, pint pajama sweats that cut off at the knee, and his hoodie.
His hoodie.
Not Edgar's.
Mike felt his chest swell but decided to reign it in. 'Later,' he told himself. He turned and walked down the steps and outside, knowing she would be right behind him.
"Let's take a walk. There is a nice spot over here," he said quietly. Layla simply nodded and started walking.
They walked for about a minute to where the moon lit the trees well and you could hear a stream not to far off. He liked this spot.
"You're wearing my hoodie," Mike observed, still quiet.
"Yea," Layla replied and it was like a kick in the gut.
"Come on Layla," Mike said, letting the sadness he had been feeling for days finally come out. "Will you please give me more than one word answers and responses," he pled. "I'm sorry, so sorry for everything I said."
"I'm sure you are," Layla said as she looked down and shoved her hands in the hoodie pocket.
"Please look at me," he said just as sadly as before. He had to see her eyes, he had to.
Layla shook her head slightly, "If I look at you I'm gonna cry," she muttered and Mike didn't think he had ever felt worse in his life. He had caused that. He had made her feel that way. And he was going to try his hardest to make sure she never felt that way because of him ever again.
He stepped forward and pulled her into a hug. "C'mon Layla," he said and rubbed her back gently as she cried into his chest.
"I didn't mean any of it. I was just mad. At Lisa, at you..." Mike explained and hugged her tighter. 'Fuck Lisa,' his brain said. Honestly, he had been over that a day after he had been home. He had planned on ending it with her anyway. Mostly because of Layla.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Jimi," she mumbled against him.
"It's okay, honey, I understand," Mike told her, still rubbing her back.
Layla stepped away from him and whiped her face with the sleeves of her (his) hoodie. She looked up and started laughing lightly.
"What's so funny?" Mike asked her smiling, but confused.
"I soaked your shirt," Layla continued to chuckle and pointed at his chest. He looked down to see her tears did indeed wet his shirt quite a bit.
"Ha, that's okay. I deserve that and more," he smiled sadly.
"All is forgiving, Mikey," Layla said as they walked back to the buses.
"You know you are the only one allowed to call me that right?" he asked with a laugh.
"Wow, how did I get so lucky?" she joked as they reached the Northwestern bus.
"You're special I guess," Mike said and walked away towards his own bus.
Mike looked back to see her close the door behind her. He smiled to himself and got back on the Time Bandit bus, feeling better than he had in a long time.
A/N: UT OH haha Mikey Mikey Mikey... SUPRISE! PART 4 will be up tmrro!
