"so where is your boyfriend?" He asked me as he looked around, I had to think of something fast.
"he might have gone to take a shower, everything is fine" I said as he opened the door to my bedroom where I knew Mike was since I never close my door. I thought he would see him but when he opened the door no one was there. I was really confused but I hid my expression before he could see me.
"ok, well if you need anything you just call ok?" He said as he looked around. I was still confused to where Mike was but I knew he was smart so he figured something out. I just nodded and smiled just hoping this guy would leave my house.
He finally left, I went upstairs to find Mike.
"Mike?" I said just hoping he wouldn't jump out of a closet and scare me or something, but deep down I wanted him to pull a prank just to make me laugh like I did before. But I knew he wouldn't since I saw it in his eyes when he came in that he wasn't the same.
I checked every room and every closet but he wasn't there, I finally heard a noise in my bedroom. I went in there and saw him coming through a window, I had to smile cause he looked so cute when he was wet, ok, Alex stop thinking of him like that he is engaged.
"stupid Boston, and stupid rain, stupid US Marshals" I heard him mumble as he tripped over the windowsill and fell into my room. I was standing by the doorway and heard him say that and saw him fall, I had to burst out with laughter. He saw me and looked up and smiled.
His shirt was completely soaked, and his hair was all wet. But he still laughed.
"you went outside?" I asked smiling just thinking he could have gone into a closet or something but he had to make his life difficult.
"yea, I figured he wouldn't check there, I broke your lamp I'm sorry" He said smiling and got really close to my face, he looked like he wanted to kiss me and that moment I wanted to kiss him so bad.
"its ok" I whispered and then realized what we were doing. He realized also and stepped back.
"you got a towel or something" He said almost confused but I'm glad he stepped back because I don't think I would be able to take the guilt of kissing my friend's fiancé no matter how much I loved him.
"yea, Il get that for you" I said quickly and went into my bathroom. I stood there and looked at my mirror. Alex you cant do this his engaged, he loves her, you cant jeopardize his relationship for your happiness, just give him the towel and step out of the room don't even look at his wet body, oh god I have to stop thinking about him like that. But how could I when someone good looking like him is wet every girl looks, no matter what. This would have been easier if he was bad looking and didn't have an amazing body, Alex just stop, give him the towel and go drink your pathetic beer.
I went to give him the towel but stopped when I saw he was on his phone, and talking to who else but Casey, why did he have to come on the day after my counseling, I was thinking of him last night and now he comes. This is going to be a day that I wont forget.
I watched him get off his phone and scratch his head, something he did when he was nervous or when he was thinking. I bet Casey doesn't know that about him, but I had to stop thinking like she stole him, its not her fault, she is a good person and so is he. No one can be blamed for this except that stupid guy who tried to kill me and got me sent here.
I went into the room and looked at his body since his shirt was a light color and it was completely see through. When I realized what I was doing I looked up immediately and just handed him the towel. He knew I was looking cause he gave me a small smirk that he used to do when we would flirt.
"Il meet you downstairs" I said quickly and disappeared before he could say anything. I knew I made that moment uncomfortable for both of us. I sat down and finished my beer.
He came around 10 in the morning and by 3 in the afternoon we were both drunk. We played drinking games one of the things we did when we first started dating. Every question we didn't want to answer we took a shot of Bacardi, when I ran out of two bottles of that, we started doing it with Vodka. We kept laughing and asking stupid questions I could hardly remember any of them cause we were so wasted.
Even questions we knew the answer to, we asked like we just met each other, but a lot has happened so it was like we meeting each other all over again. I knew I should have stopped drink cause after every shot I wanted to make out with him. By 6 in the afternoon we were completely wasted and passed out on my floor.
We didn't wake up until his phone woke us up at 12 at night.
"Seroulli," I heard him say very sleepily. I thought I was back in New York, cause most of my days started out like that cause someone from his work always woke us up.
"Casey" I heard him say very surprised, I opened my eyes and noticed I was in my house, I was sleeping on his chest, and his hand was around my waist. His gun on my coffee table and 2 empty bottles of Bacardi and 3 empty bottles of Vodka and beer bottles were everywhere and a camera was on the floor next to us, I hope we took pictures with that.
I realized where my hand was and I jumped up immediately, removing my hand from under his shirt. He looked as shocked as I was.
"no, I'm fine, I was just drinking and I fell asleep, yea, I'm on my way home, love you too" He said and hung up his phone. He didn't say anything and just got up from the floor.
"nothing happened, we got drunk and we passed out" I said quickly reassuring him that he didn't jeopardize his engagement.
"yea, um…its not like we woke up naked or something, we just passed out" He said as he straightened his shirt. He started gagging and ran to my bathroom and threw up. I felt bad that he had a hangover and he had to drive to New York tonight, but I couldn't offer him to stay cause it would be really weird for him and me and especially Casey.
He came out of the bathroom a little bit later.
"well I feel better" He said smiling, I hated it that we passed out cause I knew he had to leave tonight and we didn't get to spend the whole day together. I just smiled and felt like I was about to throw up all the alcohol we drank last night and I did. I ran into the bathroom right passed him.
I washed my mouth with mouthwash and starred at my mirror, I was about to start crying cause I knew he would leave when I came out. I starred and told myself not to cry cause I wouldn't even had this day, if he didn't come.
I finally came out of the bathroom and he was sitting on my couch and drinking water, he cleaned up my living room, and threw away the empty bottles.
"you feeling better?" He asked smiling.
"yea, we drank a lot last night" I said trying to lighten the moment that was going to come where we had to say goodbye again.
"yea, we did, a lot, you probably need to get more alcohol in your house after tonight." He said smiling, I was glad he was trying to lighten the moment also.
"um…I should get going, New York is 3 hours away from Boston and I need to get up for work tomorrow" He said as he took his holster and placed it on his belt.
"yea, good luck with that" I said laughing just so I can see his smile again. He smiled, I almost melted, and I really hope I took a picture of him smiling with that camera that was still on the floor.
"yea, big head ache for me at work, um…I don't know what we took pictures of last night with this camera but how about one so I know what its of" He said smiling as he picked up the camera from the floor. I smiled and walked over to him.
He put his hand around my shoulder and we both smiled, he took the picture with his other hand.
I watched him walk to his car, I knew it was as hard for him as it was for me. I saw him wipe his eye as he opened his car door, he didn't look back and I was glad he didn't cause I was already in tears. I went to my bed and fell asleep crying.
A week passed by and I went to get the pictures done I had of that night. I got home and started going through them.
Some were of us doing shots, some were of us laughing and some I could hardly tell because we probably just pressed the button for fun because we were so drunk. I smiled as I looked at them and was so happy when I saw the picture we took together.
But my smile completely faded as I saw a picture I really didn't want to see, us kissing. I saw my tear fall on the picture, I couldn't believe I kissed him even though I knew he was engaged, not only engaged but engaged to one of my friends. What the hell were we thinking, why did we get drunk, why did we kiss, why didn't we just talk like normal adults. I really hope he doesn't remember what happened that night cause if he does I know he would tell Casey and his engaged would be off.
A/N: tell me if you like it and next part of this story will be in "The FBI Encounter" when Mike arrives at New York. Please Review!