"Yo Shaye," Mike called chasing after her, "wait up girl!"
As she turned to look at him, her eyes filled with tears.
"Wh-what's wrong?" He was taken aback, seeing her eyes full of swelling tears. He hated seeing a pretty girl cry, especially one he cared so much about.
"Nothin' Mike…" She rested her head against his chest, as he embraced her. No matter how hard she tried Dallas never liked her being there, around his guys. She never understood why people didn't like her. Unless she was half naked on stage, barely anyone ever paid her any mind. That was why she loved being up there so much, it didn't matter the stage, so long as they were looking at her, so long as they cheered for her.
She was so happy when she met Mike and the other guys. They seemed to understand her, and welcomed her with open arms. Dallas was alright with her in the beginning but as soon as it became routine he got more and more irritated with her. They fought almost every time she came around now, and even knowing his revenue was higher on nights she joined the guys, he seemed to have a problem with her.
"Drinks at my place?" Mike offered her, to which she just nodded, stumbling back to his truck with him.
The drive back was an awkward one, the silence hung in the air almost the entire way. Finally Mike switched on the radio to close the gap between there and home and it made the ride seem far less long. Before long they arrived at his place and he parked the truck, slipping out.
"Dallas has been a little uptight lately…" Mike told her, she just sighed and nodded her head like she understood, though Mike knew she wasn't buying it.
As the two entered the house, his little Shaye was quieter than usual. He found it odd that this time had bothered her so much… Dallas told her to leave plenty of times before but he'd never seen her shed tears like that. He poured the two a drink and sat down on the couch with her snuggled in next to him, taking one shot after another. He smiled, well; perhaps getting enough alcohol in to her would make her talk…
Soon enough the music was blaring through his place, Shaye was up on the couch moving to the beat without a care in the world. Mike watched her playfully, buzzed from all the alcohol they drank. She smiled at him, shaking her hips, and he just stood in awe, swaying his own from side to side. As she twisted around, jumping down from the couch, she lost her footing and fell in to his waiting arms. Both tumbled to the floor, laughing when their eyes met again.
"Fuck Dallas," Shaye began, "it ain't nothin', you know?"
There it was, Mike nodded, just wanting to hear what she had to say.
"Ever since day fucking one that guy has been jealous of how much I hang out with you and the guys. He thinks I'm going to try and steal you away from his customers, from him, but no way… I love watching you all on stage."
"Then why'd you leave crying tonight?" His voice was cautious.
"Let's just say it reminded me of some things I wasn't prepared to think about."
"Like…"
"Where'd you put the tequila?"
Damn, changed the subject. He pointed at the bottle sitting on the counter and watched as she stumbled over to grab it.
"It doesn't even matter, Dallas can suck my dick!"
Mike laughed, "well I'd definitely pay to see it, haha!"
The two drank their night away, dancing around his place without a single care in the world. These were the nights Mike liked most with her. No sex, or attachment, fighting or begging, just having fun with a great girl that he could still look in the face in the morning and not have to worry about what they'd think of each other. The two eventually passed out on the couch, her resting on his chest, settling in just as the sun rose over the horizon…
A/N: They're short for now only because I don't have much time. But I will be making longer chapters. For now they'll be two/three pages long. If you want to see more with Mike, check out this rp tumblr blog...~ askmagicmike DOT tumblr DOT com ;)