OMFG! It's been SOOO long, and I apologize dearly. I've just had a lot of drama in my life lately that I couldn't seem to avoid, no matter how hard I tried -_-. But now that summer school is done and over with, I thought I'd update you guys. And by you guys, I mean the TWO people that read this story...It's no longer under the Mike/Jacob category, only Mike. Let's hope it does SOMETHING.

Feel free to review, don't be shy. I live for feedback, whether it be positive or negative.

DISCLAIMER: No, I don't own Twilight or 90210, but I do own Ryan, his family, and some new characters I'll be introducing in this chapter (who I have pictures of on my profile.)

Let's hope this goes well, I haven't written in awhile. It better because I just got a bloody nose typing this for you well into the wee hours of the night...appreciate it lol.

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I woke up rather peacefully, still in the arms of Mike Newton. I must have been out for awhile because the sun seemed about ready to set. I could feel Mike start to stretch himself out underneath me...maybe I should move, don't want him to get the right idea or anything. As I lifted myself off of Mike's torso, I got hit in the head with his hand, making me gasp in pain.

"Dude, I'm sorry," he said chuckling a little. He reached out to take my hand away from where he hit me so he could see it. He started gently rubbing where he practically assaulted me. His ocean blue eyes were now staring into me, mine aching with longing. "See...you're fine..." He said it with such gentleness that I've never had anybody present me with. His hand wer still rubbing my temple, but moved to caress my cheek, every so lovingly. He leaned in, as did I. Our lips ghosted over each other's. Then, he brushed gently against my lips and...

[HONK HONK]

I startled awake, and found myself alone in Bella's truck, the scent of Mike still lingered in the car. My new friends were laughing hysterically at my expense. Stupid Jacob honked the horn. UGH! I just needed a few more moments to end my dream peacefully, but noooo. They had to disturb me.

I gazed toward the sand and saw Mike sitting on the edge of the beach, just watching the waves collapse on one another. He was all alone, yet he seemed to enjoy that. He looked so peacefully, just lost in his own thoughts.

I took my cellphone out and checked the time. It had only been about 3 ½ hours since we got to the beach, although the clouds masking the sun made it seem like it had been longer. Everybody was so lost in their own conversations, so I slipped away from the group, but grabbed Silver to follow me. Her response was a slight whine, probably because she dropped Jacob's sweatshirt on accident, but she quickly followed.

"What's wrong, Ry?" she asked, concern in her voice.

"Umm...if you didn't notice, I kinda fell asleep on top of Mike. MIKE, for crying out loud! Why didn't you wake me?! He probably thinks I'm a total freak now. He probably went all schitzo when he woke up to me snuggling into his chest, fast asleep. Why the hell didn't you wake me up?" I asked, annoyed at Silver's momentary lack of common sense.

"But you guys looked so cute together, I couldn't just shove you guys out of the car door. Then, you guys would fall on top of each other in awkward positions and that'd be a whole new dilemma, trust me, I thought this over. Wait a sec, how'd you know you fell asleep on top of Mike?" she asked, accusingly.

"Ummm....lucky guess...?" I said, chuckling nervously.

"You woke up, didn't you? And you TOTALLY loved it. Didn't you?" she said, now smirking at me.

"Okay, Okay. Fine. I woke up and I wanted it to last longer, sue me," I said with a tinge of annoyance at myself for getting caught in my own web of accusations.

"I just might with the way you accused me of not shaking you awake." Her smirk grew wider for some reason, eyes shining with delight.

"Hey, Ryan. Mind if I steal Silver from you?" Jacob asked from behind me. I turned around as he held out his hand toward Silver, with the sweatshirt in the other hand.

"But, of course. You guys go ahead." I said, grinning at Silver, sharing a suggestive look. They walked away toward the woods that lied on one side of the beach. As they walked farther and farther out of few, I called out, "Use a condom!" I could hear a loud gasp from Silver, which caused everybody in the van to laugh loudly. She was too loud for her own good sometimes. "Now, we're even..." I muttered under my breath.

I averted my gaze back to Mike, he was still in the same spot, enraptured in whatever he was thinking about. I decided to walk over and see what was up. I took a seat right next to him, causing some sand to wisp away. He turned his head toward me, giving me a a wide grin and a pair of ecstatic eyes.

"Isn't it so peaceful? The waves swaying back and forth?" he asked. He looked so beautiful as he gazed longingly out to the ocean.

"Yeah, it is. I used to just gaze out into the ocean back in Beverly Hills. It helped me to just get away from it all every now and then, ya know? Away from all the negative things in your life." I said, easily talking to Mike about this. I'm glad we could hold up a conversation with each other pretty well.

"That's exactly it." he said, surprised at how well we meshed. He stared at me with those baby blue eyes, making me melt right into the grains of sand underneath me. His gaze made me blush profusely. "Come on, let's get back to the others. We can grab a bite to eat, maybe."

"Oh, god. I hope so. I'm starving, bro." I said. And as if on cue, my stomach growled rather ferociously, making us both crack up.

"Well, you hide it well, Ry-Man." he said, grinning while helping me get off the bed of sand.

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We all stopped at the nearest restaurant. Some place called, "La Costa." It was a large Mexican restaurant decorated with all sorts of weird, native decorations...was that a bull head with a sombrero in the corner?!

The hostess sat us at the largest table in the restaurant, big enough for 12, even though there were only 8 of us. Jacob and Silver sat together, as did Eric with Angela, Mike and I, and Bella with Edward...Edward? When did he get here? Huh...But what made me almost burst out into a fit of giggles was that everybody had a partner to talk to...all except Jessica. I know I may look like a guy who cares about everybody, but this was the one fake bitch I absolutely hated, and I took pleasure in her pain.

Just then, my sister, Toni, walked in with two people; a tall, fair-skinned lanky guy with flaming red hair and piercing green eyes and a short, yet skinny, blonde girl with a little too much eye liner on. I waved her over, looking kind of confused.

"Hey, Toni! Didn't know you'd be here, kind of a weird coincidence, huh?" I said, still a little shocked to see that my sister made some new friends. She never was the social type.

"Yeah, not really. This is the only Mexican restaurant in Forks." she stated, with amusement in her voice. "Oh! This is Leo and Cassie," Toni's two new friends waved politely, "They live down the street from us."

"Actually, I do. Cassie just goes over to my house too often. We usually can't even get her out of our house without any brute force," Leo teased, smirking at Cassie.

"Oh my god, that was one time! Let it go already!" Cassie stated, both with anger and amusement.

"Hey, we have just enough room at this table if you guys wanna join us," Angela offered from across the table."

"Umm...sure, why not?" she said, finding a seat in between Cassie and Leo.

"Oh crap. I'm so slow. Guys, this is my sister, Toni. Toni, this is Bella, Edward, Angela, Eric, Jacob, of course you know Silver...Jessica...and Mike." introducing everybody to everyone. Everybody greeted her warmly except Jessica. All she did was stare at Leo. I mean, sure he was gorgeous, but she didn't have to drool in public. Toni noticed it and gave Jessica a disgusted look, which, of course, she didn't even notice. I gave Toni a knowing glance and opened up my menu. Everything sounded so good. There were burritos, enchiladas, tacos, sandwiches, nachos, empanadas. God, they had everything. I decided to be adventurous and try tacos de lengua, or tongue tacos, with extra onions of course. Everybody made a disgusted face when I announced my order to the waitress. "What? What's wrong with tongue tacos?" I asked, knowing all too well the answer to that question.

"No, not that. Onions are nasty." he exclaimed, making the table shake with laughter. That was the only difference between Mike and I, I LOVED onions. Well, white onions anyways. I don't really like red onions.

While we were waiting for our food, everybody engaged in their own conversations. Jessica, of course, was texting some poor soul that she felt was a backup plan. Mike and I only really talked to each other. First off, his favorite band is Less Than Jake, he LOVES Japanese food, his favorite color is green, and his favorite movie is "Scary Movie," Which one, you ask? I did, too. His reply was, "How can you even ask such a question?!.....ALL of them, dude!" which made me laugh at how cure he could be, sometimes. My phone vibrated inside my pocket. I got a text...from my sister...WHAT THE HELL?! I gave her a grimacing look, but she nudged me to read it.

Toni – R u goin 4 obvious or is that unintentional?

Ryan – U couldnt tell me this without the use of ur cell?

Toni – O i'm sorry did u want me to scream it across the table or just whisper into somebodys ear 2 pass the message 2 u like a game of telephone?

I could feel Mike's body heat getting a little closer than normal.

"Scream what across the table?" he whispered into my ear playfully.

"What?! Mike, why are you looking at my text messages?" I asked, a little bit amused and a little bit curious.

"I just wanted to see what you were so caught up in." He said with a fake pout curling at the bottom of his mouth, which made me chuckle in defeat.

"Whatever, you're just nosy." I teased, to which he replied by sticking his tongue out, causing us both to burst into laughter.

I sent Toni a look of annoyance and for even texting me in the first place and never replied.

Our food came out like mountains upon mountains of plates and glasses. Once everybody got their food, everybody started digging in. Of course, my tongue tacos were delicious. Never thought I'd say that. Mike made a disgusted face when I popped a stray piece of white onion into my mouth.

"Come on, Mike, onions aren't THAT bad." I said, taking a swig of my Diet Coke.

"Are you kidding? I hate the taste of onions, it's too overpowering."

"Well, here. Try some without the onions." I offered, motioning toward the taco that I just picked all the onions off.

"Fine. I'll show you who's adventurous..." he said, taking a big-ass bite out of the taco. He wiped his mouth off and said, "You know, that's not bad. It's actually really tender."

"I know, right? It's so good!" I said before trying to steal back the taco. He refused to give it back, and packed into his mouth. As he swallowed the big glob of tortillas, tongue, and salsa, I just scoffed playfully and punched him in the arm, hard.

"Hehe, now you can say that we've shared tongue." he said, a little too loudly, making Bella choke on her iced tea and Silver to guffaw rather loudly, making me blush furiously.

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Bella decided to stay the night at Edward's and told us to just have me drop it off at her house when we were all home. First, we dropped off Jacob, much to Silver's disappointment, even though they made out for 10 minutes while Mike and I waited impatiently in Bella's truck, honking the horn every other minute. Through the open windows, we could hear Silver's frustrated scoff, which made me and Mike grin in victory. Once Silver got back into the car, unwillingly of course, Mike gave me directions to his house. It was only maybe 4 or 5 blocks away from mine. His house was a nice red color with white windows and a big white door. You could visibly see a side patio and a pool in the back.

We pulled into an empty driveway. I gave him a questioning look and he explained that his parents were out of town visiting his sick grandmother, and that the only reason that he didn't go with them was because of registration. You could tell that he wanted to be visiting his grandmother, and that he cared for her a lot. I felt really sad for him.

"You guys want to come in? It's still pretty early." he asked us, hopefully while getting out of the truck.

"We can't. My mom wants us home by 9, and it is now.....9:07, so we better get going." I said, resulting in both me and Mike go into a disappointed state.

"Oh...alright...maybe next time, then." he said, still disappointed that Silver and I wouldn't stay over.

"Sounds good. You have my number, text me and we'll set something up. Later, Mike." I said, while pulling out of the driveway, waving happily, which he gladly returned.

"You stud, you. When did you give him your digits?" Silver said, giving me a sly grin, completely intrigued.

"When you were snogging with your boy toy." I said, playfully. She shoved me and said something about me being Mike's boy toy.

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"Ma, we're home!" I shouted up toward her room while locking up the front door. Silver headed straight to my room to finish unpacking and to text Jacob.

"In the kitchen, sweetie!" my mom called. I walked into the kitchen to find that my mother had a guest over.

"Oh, hi. I'm Ryan." I greeted, putting my hand out to shake his.

"I'm Charlie, Bella's dad." he said, firmly shaking my hand, causing my knuckles to crack.

"Oh, it's nice to meet you." I said, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. "Me and Silver are going to bed, Ma."

I opened the door to my room to find Silver furiously texting away on her phone with a big grin on her face. It made me chuckle, which didn't even phase her. She was way too engrossed in what she was doing. But then, she closed her phone and looked up at me.

"I was just texting Jacob..."

"Obviously." I said, slightly grinning while sorting through all of my unopened boxes for my pajamas.

"Shut the hell up and let me talk, Ry." she commanded in a playful manner but still slightly annoyed. "So, like I was saying, I was texting Jacob and we both agreed on what you need to do about Mike."

"And what's that?" I scoffed.

"Sneak out and go to his house." she said, smirking at what she believed was a genius plan.

"What? Come on, he's not gonna want me there anymore. I practically blew him off earlier."

"That's what she said." she said, reflexively. It made me burst into a loud laughter. "No, but seriously. This way you get to be alone with him without anybody else bothering you."

"I don't know, Sil...I'm not sure if that's the best idea. I mean, I like him and all, but I really don't think he likes me like that."

"You gotta try, Ry. You can't just live life living vicariously through the 'what-ifs.' Seize the moment, hon." she said, pushing me out the window.

"Oh my god, fine! If it can't wait until tomorrow, I'll go. Okay? I'm going." I said, fully outside now.

"Alright, use a condom!" she said before shutting the window shut.

"Hey! Let me at least have my sweatshirt. It's nipply out here!" The window opened and a grey sweatshirt was thrown out of it, quickly followed by a final shut of the window and the closing of my blinds. "Gee, thanks..."

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[KNOCK KNOCK]

Mike answered the door, still fully clothed from the outing. "Hey! You decided to come after all!" he said, grinning widely.

"Well, I didn't want to stay in my drab old house anyways. Why do that when you can visit a friend, right?"

"Haha, true. Alright, get inside before I have to physically do it for you." he said, motioning toward the inside of his home.

"Hmm...so this is where Mike Newton lives? Not as dorky as I thought it would be." I teased.

"Well, I wish it were. Mayber then, there'd be something to do." he said, sounding kind of bored of his home.

"What do you mean? You have a plasma, a couple of game systems, a pool, a fooseball table..."

"Wait, you just gave me an idea. Come on!" he said, dragging me outside to his backyard. "Strip."

"WHAT?!" I said, a look of complete shock washing over my face, making me blush harder than I've ever done before in my life.

"We're going in the pool, and since I'm guessing you don't always carry a pair of trunks under your jeans, you're swimming in your underwear." he said, the sound of it didn't even phase him a little bit. But then I remembered!

"Umm...well...I...umm...derfhuheheeaw" I mumbled, hoping he'd let it go and think of something else to do.

"What?"

"I don't have any on, okay?! I haven't worn underwear since I was 13." I said, completely engulfed in humiliation, trying to avoid his eyes.

"You go commando?! Ha!....."Fine. We'll even the playing fields. I won't wear anything either." he said. And before I could question his plan, he stripped off everything and jumped in the pool, leaving me with a nice image of his ass embedded into my memory forever.

"Come on! It's heated! And you can't just let me jump in here for no reason. You gotta do it now, dude!" he called out.

I ignored all the voices in my head that said that this would end in me making a move on Mike who never wanted me to in the first place, losing my friendship with him. I took off everything and did a cannonball into the pool. When I came up for air, Mike was already about 2 feet away.

"See? Told you it was heated." he said, chuckling slightly.

"What the hell are you talking about, it's freezing!" I said, before dunking Mike under the water to get revenge on him. When he came back for air, he did the same to me, and it led into a full-on wrestling match in the water.

We stopped and tried to catch out breath. Mike was all but 2 feet away from me now, making me more aware of the droplets of water rippling their way down his angelic-like features. He stared at me, and I stared back. He drifted closer to me, practically skin to skin now. He leaned in, but before he could do anything else, we felt a big gust of wind, sending chills down the exposed parts of our bodies. The gust also sent out clothes flying into the pool.

"Aww, crap. What are we supposed to do now?" Mike said, annoyed at the fact that his favorite shirt was now drenched in chlorine. But here I was, hoping that his answer would be to get back to where we left off. But instead, he swam toward the ladder and got out, showing off his ass again, making me blush once more. "Grab your clothes, we'll put them in the dryer."

"Umm...what am I supposed to do for clothing?"

"I'd let you borrow some of mine, but it's laundry day. I'll get you a towel." he said, rushing back inside.

I hopped out of the pool, my teeth chattering like crazy. I grabbed all of my stuff and covered up my most...err...exposed area. Mike came out with a towel on, handing me a matching one.

"Here, hand me your clothes." he said, staring at the wet mound I was holding onto for dear life.

"Can't you, like, turn around or something." I asked shyly.

"Oh come on, Ry. We're both guys here." he exclaimed, laughing slightly. That's exactly what made this so bad for me. But I gave into his evil powers of persuasion ONCE AGAIN and handed him my clothes and quickly grabbing the towel to replace them. "Alright, head into my room upstairs, its the second door on the left. Its the only one with any extra blankets to keep you warm right now." he said, walking to what I figured was the laundry room.

I headed up the stairs and opened said door. The room was painted a light green color with white borders. He had hardwood flooring, just like most of the houses in Forks. His bed was scattered with pillows, sheets, and a lime green comforter. He had a computer in his room, complete with a webcam and an iPod plugged into the USB. I searched for the blankets he mentioned but I didn't find anything. Then, he walked into the room, still with just a towel on, teeth chattering from the cold. I hadn't noticed until now, but mine were still chattering, too.

"Couldn't find them?" I shook my head. "Here." he said, opening his closet pulling out a warm wool blanket. "I usually use it after I stay too long out in the snow. ..now if only I could find the other one...damn...I can't find it...umm...Ry? You don't mind sharing, do ya?" he said, wincing at how I might react.

"Of course not. You 'oh-so-graciously' invited me into your home then had me strip naked and jump into a freezing pool only to have the wind blow our clothes into the water, but yeah, sharing's cool." I said, sounding more angry than I meant to sound. A guilty look washed over Mike's face. I immediately regretted the 'joke' I tried to make. "Mike, I was just joking. Now hurry up, I'm freezing my ass off here!"

"Alright, get on the bed." he said, starting to lay on the bed himself after making the bed a bit more comfortable instead of having a giant clump of bedspread in the middle. Soon, we were both engulfed in glee because the blanket made the biggest difference in the world. We were still cold to the touch, but no longer did our teeth chatter profusely. "I'm kinda tired, Ry. I'm gonna nap. Hopefully I'll be warm by the time I wake up again. Watch some T.V. So you don't die of boredom. The remote is somewhere in between us, I felt it a minute ago." he suggested.

"Alright, no problem." I reached for the remote, or at least tried to, but couldn't find it after a couple of minutes. There it is!

"Oh my god, Ryan!!! That's NOT the T.V. Remote!!!" he exclaimed, practically jumping 10 feet in the air. HOLY CRAP!!! WHY ME?! Why did I have to feel him up?!?!?! Just to watch stupid 'Brooke Knows Best'!!!

"HOLY SHIT!!! I'm SO SO sorry, Mike! I didn't mean to-"

"Umm...err...that's...umm...ok...? Umm...here's the remoted...it was kinda above your forearm the entire time...umm...put on...err...something..." God, he looked so effing uncomfortable! God, why did this have to happen?!

"I think I'm warm enough now!" I said, jumping out of the heat shield as quickly as I could, but my lips were still a little bit discolored.

"No, you're not Ry. I can see your shivering. Just...get back under the blanket. Forget about what just happened, dude." he said, turning his attention to 'The Real World.' I got back underneath it. It wasn't long before I drifted off to sleep.

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"Ry, wake up. It's 8 o' clock." Mike said, nudging me.

"Mm mm...nuh tie yeh" I said, muffled by the pillow I was hugging.

"Don't make me use physical force on you Ry. You wouldn't want me to break any of your bones, now would ya?" he said, teasingly.

"Talk's cheap, pretty boy." I exclaimed, still too tired to realize what I just said.

"Oh yeah?" He then started to nudge me harder to the point where I almost fell out of the bed, so I pushed him back. Soon, we were fighting to win our little grudge match. A headlock here, a Half-Nelson there. But one last push from Mike made us both fall off the bed. We lay there on the cold hardwood floor, panting from our little tussle. Mike then turned to me and rested his head on his elbow, and I did the same. We were both close enough to feel the breath of one another from panting so hard.

"I'm really glad you moved here, Ry." He said, smiling sweetly.

"Yeah...me too..." I said, returning the smile.

Mike caressed my cheek, and I leaned into his touch, feeling nervous. Then, he moved a couple inches, closing the gap in between us. That's when he leaned in and kissed me. His lips were so soft and heavenly. I opened my mouth to deepen the kiss, which he happily agreed to. The kiss turned more passionate, but then ended slowly with a couple of soft pecks. I scooted down a little bit, and rested my head on Mike's chest, focusing on his peaceful breaths. Screw the waves, this is what was peaceful. But I had to break the silence just to confirm what happened.

"Mike?" I asked, nervously.

"Yeah, babe?" Babe...I can DEFINTELY get used to that...

"Can we take things slow? I mean...I've never actually done anything before...in fact...you were kind of my first kiss..." I said, blushing furiously, knowing it was lame to be 16 and never have kissed anybody before.

He just grinned and said, "I'm happy I was your first. Makes me feel that much more special. And of course we can take it slow, Ry. I've never actually done anything like this with a guy before. So, in a way, you're kind of my first, too." He said before stealing a quick peck from me, making me smile again. Oh, yeah, this was amazing...But my excitement died down, and I, Ryan Ackley, once again, drifted off to my own little dream world in Mike Newton's arms

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So what'd you guys think??? I hope it was good because I spent five and a half hours working on it...it is now...4:16 A.M. On the west coast...so that means some of you have woken up on the other side of the country...unless, of, course, you have my sleeping patterns, and are sleeping in for another 3-4 hours. But yeah...I'm rambling from lack of sleep...so I'm going to bed now. Please please PLEASE do NOT forget to review!!! I would love to hear from you guys!