A/N: I know this update is way overdue! Sorry, guys. Life is kind of crazy with work and school right now, and by the end of the day, I'm way too drained to sit down and write a whole chapter. Thanks for the positive feedback on the prologue chapter. :) Here's chapter one! Enjoy!
Chapter 1
The next morning Eve rolled over onto her side to find Mike still sound asleep beside her. She smiled slightly, stroking his cheek lightly. She was glad to wake up to Mike. It had been a while since this last happened, and needless to say, she missed him and waking up to him.
"Mmm, Eve, what are you doing?" Mike mumbled, his eyes still closed, his voice low. "I'm trying to sleep here."
Eve giggled. "Mikey, wake up already, would you?" She asked him, stroking his cheek again. "It's 10am. I wanna spend the day with you before you have to go." She mumbled, trailing off.
"Of course you want to spend the day with me, babe." He murmured back, kissing her lips softly, "I mean, I am pretty damn awesome." He added, a smirk crossing his lips.
Eve rolled her eyes at him, and slapped his arm. "Shut up. You're so full of yourself! I've never met someone so egotistic in my life!" She said, sitting up.
Mike laughed to himself. "Eve, we both know you love me anyways. Egotistic or not, I'm hot as hell, and you know you can't deny the facts, babe."
"Gag me." She responded, climbing out of bed, throwing her hair into a bun. "Move your ass, Mizanin."
Mike stretched out in the bed, almost taking up the whole bed itself. "Nah," he said, groaning as he stretched. "I'm good right where I'm at."
Eve rolled her eyes. "Why are you such a pain in the ass? Whatever, I'm going to get ready. I wanna go to the beach. So get in your swimsuit."
"So demanding, Torres." He mumbled, smirking at her, his eyes still closed.
Eve smirked back even though he couldn't see it "Oh whatever. I'll be ready in about an hour."
"Are you sure it's not gonna take you two hours? Girls take forever." He laughed.
Eve mentally rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Loser," she mumbled to herself as she walked out of her bedroom and into the bathroom as she started to get ready.
Mike chuckled to himself when he heard the bathroom door slam. He had missed Eve more than he thought.
An hour later, both of them were ready to go. Mike had on a pair of brown flip-flops, a white t-shirt, and his swimming trucks while Eve had on her light purple colored bikini, a cover up, and purple flip-flops on.
The drive to the beach was peaceful, but quiet. Eve enjoyed being around Mike whenever she was given the chance. Even if the two of them didn't say a word, things were still perfect. There was no reason to say anything, really. The two of them could talk to one another just by looking each other in the eye. That's how well they knew one another. Everything between the two of them was perfect.
Eve had Mike's hand in her own as she traced small gentle circles on the back of his hand. She knew he would have to go back home tonight, and she couldn't stand the thought of letting him go again. It was always Eve who had to let Mike go, it was never Maryse.
But that was because Maryse was the girl Mike's parents picked out for him. Maryse was Mike's girlfriend. It wasn't Eve. As much as she wished it was her who was his girlfriend, as much as she wished they didn't have to hide their love, she was never going to be his girlfriend, and the two of them would always have to hide their love.
"What's the matter?" Mike asked, squeezing her hand gently, never taking his eyes off the road.
Eve turned her head to look at Mike. "You aren't even looking at me. How do you know something is wrong?" She mumbled.
"Do you honestly think I have to look at you to know that something is hurting you? What's the matter?"
"I just don't want you to have to go home tonight, Mike." She sighed. Eve only called him "Mike" when she was upset, hurt, angry, or trying to push him away. Otherwise, it was always Mikey.
Mike sighed. He knew they'd be having this talk at some point, and he didn't have a clue of how to respond. Whenever he had to leave Eve to go back to his home life, he felt guilty as hell, and he felt as if he was losing half of himself. "I know you don't want me to go, baby. I know that. But we both know that I have to. You know I love you, Eve. You know that."
Eve blinked her tears away. She didn't want Mike to see her cry in front of him. "I know you love me, Mikey. And I love you too. I'm always going to." She smiled weakly. "No matter what happens between us."
Mike responded by bringing Eve's knuckles up to his lips, and lightly brushing them across her hand.
They arrived at the beach within the next twenty minutes. It was beautiful, and surprisingly there weren't many people around, which made it perfect.
The two walked over to a spot to put their things, hand in hand. They set up their small picnic, ate their food, talked, and then went for a swim. As the sun was setting, the two of them took a long, peaceful and much needed walk along the shore of the beach. Their fingers were intertwined, and both of them were barefoot as the waves crashed against their bare skin.
"We'll have to go soon." Mike said softly, dreading how quickly time was ticking, and how he would have to leave Eve so soon. He had such a good time with her, such a relaxing, stress-free forty-eight hours that he didn't want to have to give that up.
He didn't have to worry about making Maryse happy, his parents proud, doing perfectly on his school work. He didn't have to worry about anything. All he had to do was be happy, and he was, whenever he was with Eve.
"I know," she sighed. "You would think that I'd be used to letting you go by now, that I'd be used to saying goodbye….but it still isn't easy to let you go." She softly admitted.
"You're never going to have to say goodbye to me, Eve." He said just as softly. "Because I will never let you go. I will always, always, come back to you." He promised.
Eve smiled up at him weakly as she stopped walking, and warped her arms around his neck. "I love you. I'll always love you. I don't care what your parents say." She said, pressing her forehead against his, and kissing him softly.
"And I will always love you." He softly responded. "My parents will never be able to keep me away from you the way they want to."
Eve stroked his cheek. "I'll fight for you for the rest of my life. You're worth it."
"You're worth everything." He replied in a soft tone. "And you always will be."
They were now back at Eve's place in her bedroom. Mike had to be home in a couple of hours, which meant he had to leave now so he could make it home in time before his parents started to call and text him, and get on his case.
"When will I see you again?" Eve asked in a low whisper, looking at the ground as she blinked away her tears. Saying goodbye to Mike was always the hardest part. She always cried.
"I'm not sure, baby." He honestly replied in a soft tone. "But I'll make sure to try and make it as soon as possible."
Eve nodded, still not looking at him. "Okay. I'll see you later."
Mike frowned. It hurt him to see Eve in so much pain, and know that he was the cause of it. He hated it. He hated hurting her, he hated seeing her in pain, and more than anything, he hated to be the cause of her pain. He wanted to be the reason her pain would go away. Not the cause of it.
"Hey you, look at me." He said in a faint whisper. "I promise you that I'll be back soon. I promise you that we'll be together soon without all these problems. It's all going to work itself out in the end, and be worth it. I promise."
Eve looked up at him, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I know."
Mike nodded in return. "I'll see you soon, Eve. I love you."
"I love you too." She whispered, not being able hold back her tears anymore.
With that being said, Mike kissed her one last time, put all he had into the kiss, and then left. Just like that, he was gone, and Eve was alone.
On the way home, Mike stopped by Maryse's, figuring that it was the right thing to do. And to convince his parents that he had been with her all day just like he told them he was.
Mike took Maryse to get some ice cream. Eve in his head the whole time, she was all her could ever think about. Her and how he was hurting her more than he was helping her. He hated how his parents had his whole life planned out for him. He had no freedom, no control in his life, and he couldn't stand it.
"Am I spending the night at your place, babe?" Maryse asked, bringing Mike out of his thoughts.
Mike shook his head. "Not tonight, Maryse. I have too much going on. It's been a long day; I just want to climb into bed, and sleep. I don't want to do anything else."
The French-Canadian sighed. "Fine, whatever Mike. But I want to do something tomorrow night then. We never do anything as a couple anymore. And we're supposed to be getting married in a few months."
Maybe that's because I don't want to be with you! Mike screamed to himself inside his head. "I know..." he said, trailing off. "But we'll fix it. I promise."
Maryse nodded. "Good. I knew you'd say that. I'll see you tomorrow at school." With that being said, Maryse left, and Mike went downstairs, rubbing his temples. He had such a headache, and he missed Eve so much it hurt.
"Well, there you are Michael. Where have you been all day?" His mother asked, sipping on her tea. His father was beside her, reading the paper.
Mike mentally rolled his eyes at his mother. He didn't feel like putting up with his parents right now. "I was out with Maryse." He lied.
His mother nodded. "I just saw her leave a few minutes ago. She's such a nice woman, Michael. So much better than that girl you used to talk to all the time. What was her name again….Eve? I'm so glad we found you Maryse, honey. She's perfect for you."
"Yeah mom, she's great." He shortly replied, going over to the cupboard to take something for his head.
"Good. Oh listen, Mike." His father began, setting down the paper. "Your mother and I came to terms that you going into the Army was the best option for you like the three of us discussed a while back. So you'll be leaving in six weeks."
Mike froze in his spot. He could've punched his father in the mouth right then and there. "I'm sorry, what?" He asked in disbelief. "What did you just say?"
"I said you're leaving for the Army in six weeks, Mike. But you'll be fine. This is for the best anyways. Get you out of that slump you've been in lately."
"Well maybe I wouldn't be in such a slump all the time if you didn't try to control every part of my life!" Mike snapped, throwing his hands in the air.
His farther only shook his head. "There's no changing this, Mike. You go in six weeks."
Mike clenched his jaw to stop himself from saying anything else. He slammed his cup down onto the countertop, ran upstairs, and slammed his bedroom door. He was sick of all this. He wanted to live his own life. Not live it the way his parents wanted to him to live it.
Then something hit him, something that made his heart sink. How was he going to tell Eve about this?
A/N: Whelp, there's chapter two! Reviews would be awesome! Please and thank you! (: