It's Saturday morning and I never in a million years thought I'd wake up with Mike Makowski cuddled up with me in my bed. I'm casually staring at my popcorn ceiling, when my eyes go out of focus it feels like I'm seeing waves on the surface but it might just be the sensory overload who knows.

Mike is lightly snoring and his hair his tickling my cheek. I could really get used to this, he makes me feel so warm, not just externally but internally. He's such a gentle endearing soul and I like to think things in the universe work out for a reason but I do feel really stupid for keeping myself at a distance from him due to my own pigheaded naivety. I fucking suck.

The thought of Michael's face when he sees the marks that Mike has left me gives me a thrill but at the same time makes me very anxious and dare I say a little scared. But the adrenaline rules over the fear...I think...I hope…

Oh Mike is waking up. Mike yawns and stretches, I sit up and he follows suit smiling at me. My heart melts when I look into his eyes, a beam of light catches his face as he sits up and his eyes reveal beautiful shades of green, blue and honey brown. Wow. Fucking breathtaking. He blinks a couple times and brushes his hand over his face.

"Is there something on my face?" He says getting a little insecure.

"No you're just fucking gorgeous." I say back and he smiles and laughs lightly.

"Wow, thankyou." Mike rubs the back of his neck nervously smiling.

"You are too Red." Mike slides out of bed and puts his shirt and pants back on.

"So.. I have something to ask you." I said with my legs off the side of the bed. Mike looks into my eyes and awaits the question.

"Are you um, cool with coming with me to the graveyard today?" Mike's eyes widen.

"You mean..With Michael and the gang?" I nod.

"Yeah. If you don't want to it's cool but I'd much rather have you there." Mike nods.

"Of course, but aren't you worried about Michael?" Mike asks curiously.

"Pfft, Michael is a fucking pussy, whatever- I hope he throws a little hissy fit about it and storms off. Counting on it actually." I shrugged and started to put on a shirt from my drawer.

"Well that'll be fine but can we stop by my house before? I'd rather go take a shower there and get changed...What time were we meeting up by the way?" I look at my phone. It's 10am right now.

"Noon so like twelve, it's ten fifteen right now."

"Okay."

So we headed back to Mike's house so he can get ready and now we're in his jeep driving to the cemetery to meet up with my crew, I may have acted all tough in front of Mike but my nerves are hitting me hard right now. I've known Michael for years but I can truly say I have no fucking clue how he's going to react to seeing Mike and I there.

As we park I can see Henrietta and Firkle in the distance, I'm hoping Michael isn't there yet but I see him pop up from behind a headstone and my heart is pounding super fucking fast. Shitshitshitfuckdamnshitfuck.

I feel a hand on my thigh as I look into Mike's eyes, he soothes my soul with just one look. I lean in and kiss him without thinking twice about it, he runs his hand through my fringe and I pull back.

"You good?" He asks me sweetly. I nod.

"Yeah, I'm good. Let's do this." I swiftly exit the jeep and walk around the front of the car, I hear Mike close his door and his footsteps behind me. I have tunnel vision as I walk straight towards the gang. As I approach them I take a deep breath, I hear Henrietta speak up.

"Hey Red, you a vamp kid now?" She jokes, and Firkle giggles. I feel Michael glaring a hole through my head right now.

"Hey guys." Mike says sweetly standing close to me. I lean up against a headstone casually lighting a cigarette between my lips.

"Yeahh, he's not a vamp anymore though, he's cool as fuck, you can just call him Mike." I breathe in the smoke and stare at Henrietta as she speaks. She smiles and shrugs.

"Okay that's cool I guess. Hi Mike." Mike smiles back at her and speaks again.

"Hey." Michael is literally seething with anger right now, I can feel it and it's giving me hella fucking anxiety. Firkle speaks.

"So Mike." Firkle says looking down at him from the headstone he's sitting on top of.

"Yeah?" He says fidgeting with one of his studded bracelets nervously. I pass my cigarette off to Mike he takes a drag.

"If you're not a vamp kid anymore how come you tried to turn Pete?" Henrietta glances at my neck and they both start laughing.

"Hey most fetishes develop at a young age." Mike and I laugh with them and- then I see Michael stomp off angrily knocking a vase full of flowers from a nearby grave. We all look over as we see the glass shatter and Michael walking in the direction of his house. There's a silence that creeps over us before Firkle slides off his spot and follows after him like a lost puppy.

It makes me nervous that he did what I initially expected and just walked away, I don't think that's the end of that. Suddenly my phone goes off and I blink a couple times. I look at my phone and it's from Curly. What the fuck, if he had something to say couldn't of he said it in front of everyone else? Henrietta raises an eyebrow.

"What the fuck." Henrietta says casually. I sigh.

"I know right?" I said annoyed.

"No. What the fuck to you. How do you think Michael feels Pete, like honestly." Henrietta said with a tone that I really don't think I deserve. I ignore Curly's call and glare at Henrietta.

"To be fair Henrietta, you really don't know what you're talking about."

"I know that you and Curly have had a thing for years and now out of the blue you bring fucking Mike Makowski to our meetup with love bites all over your neck? How would that make you feel?" Henrietta shakes her head and takes a drag from her cigarette clove.

"But we both fuck around I don't understand." I'm really at a loss for words, I'm starting to question my own morals. Am I in the wrong?

"Okayyy?! but has Michael ever brought their fuckthing to our meetups? No. He hasn't Pete." Henrietta has a sharp tone to her voice that pierces at my soul and drowns me in guilt but it feels misplaced.

"Hey, excuse you. Mike is way more than that. I really fucking like him. That's why I brought him here." Henrietta sighs and eases up just the slightest bit. Mike stands awkwardly smoking his cigarette listening to us.

"Okay that may be but I don't think you get it.. Have you even talked to Michael about this? It feels as if you didn't even have the decency to break things off if you were going to get serious with another guy-"

"But I-" I'm about to speak but Henrietta cuts me off.

"AND even if you did.. to bring that guy to OUR hangout that we've been hanging out for years so soon with obvious evidence all over your neck, throwing it in his face is a little sadistic/ fucked up don't ya think?" My mouth is agape. Holy shit I feel like a fucking asshole.

"I-I um tried to tell him.." I said weakly.

"Tried to?" She scoffs.

"Okay. Grow up Pete." My phone starts ringing again. Henrietta smokes her cigarette and stares at me. I pick it up and walk away leaving Mike to stand his own with Henrietta. The leaves crunch under my boots as I walk away picking up the phone.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" His tone is vicious.

"What you couldn't of said that in front of everyone?" I said back. He growls and I hear a bang from over the phone.

"What do you want Pete, why are you fucking with me like this?" My heart drops.

"I want you to leave me alone. I don't want to play this cat and mouse with you anymore. I went over to your house yesterday to break things off but …"

"But what? You couldn't fucking help yourself you little slut..You can't fucking resist me, you never could, could you?"

"Yeah you're right I couldn't. My head is so fucked right now, Henrietta just chewed me out about it. I don't even know what to think right now."

"See even she sees through your shit, give it up. This is just a fling you don't actually want him. That's why you came back to me." A tear rolls down my cheek.

"That's not true." I wipe my eyes with the sleeve of my coat.

"Ya, I bet he didn't suck your dick like I can, I know you Pete, I know how to make you cum, how to fuck you right, you don't want him."

"We didn't do anything yet." Michael laughs over the phone.

"He didn't even fuck you? HAH, what a laugh really, of course you didn't you're not even attracted to him."

"Can you please stop telling me what I want?"

"It's true isn't it? You came over cus' you wanted a real man not that fucking pussy."

"Oh yeah? Well I was thinking about him when you were sucking my dick, how about that?"

"No you weren't. Stop fucking lying to yourself, it's pathetic really." I shake my head. This isn't right.

"It's over Michael. I'm not coming to you anymore."

"Pete-" With that I hang up my phone and start to walk back to Mike and Henrietta. This is so fucked up. I wish Henrietta didn't think I was this terrible fucking person, I have no idea how to change her perspective. My phone rings again as I'm walking, I go ahead and turn it off. I grab Mike's hand as soon as I reach him and pull him into a hug. He holds me tightly.

"You okay?" He asks sweetly as he pulls back and looks me in the eyes.

"Yeah, I just..need to get out of here." I glance over at Henrietta. She sighs and stomps out her cigarette.

"Pete listen to me for a second." I stare at her, still holding Mike's hand.

"I don't hate you, I just wish you would of went about this differently. I can tell you really like Mike but I think you really hurt Michael. Now I know I don't know everything about your relationship with him but to be fair I have known you both since we were kids and I think maybe you should be a little easier on him with all this. I mean think about if this was you in his shoes..Okay?" I still think she really doesn't get it but I really don't want her to hate me so I bite my tongue and agree with her. I nod.

"Yeah, okay. You're right." She pulls me into a hug and with that we all walk off opposite ways to our rides. I speak as we walk back to Mike's car.

"Sorry..that was kind of terrible." Mike shrugs.

"It's okay, Henrietta is really cool. I think we really hit it off... I do have one opinion on this whole thing however."

"What's that?" I ask curiously.

"I don't think she's completely right..But she's not all togther wrong either. As toxic as Michael is, our approach was a little petty.." Mike slips into the car and I'm emotionally exhausted from this entire exchange.

"Yeah..you're probably right.." I groan, today sucks and it's not even two o clock yet.