Kiss Me Through the Window (Perrentes)

Sing My Name, Pretend That It's a Song, Cause Forever It's Yours

A/N

That was a pretty shitty last chapter... I'm sorry... I was running low on ideas (obviously)

~Mikey's POV~

I woke up on Jaime's couch. He and Vic were in his bedroom, still snoring away. I had a quilt draped over me and a fluffy pillow under my head. Seriously, Jaime? A quilt? I get up and dump the ugly quilt on the couch. Walking to Jaime's kitchen, I see some bacon and eggs in the fridge. A nice, home-style, cooked breakfast. I started with the bacon, and soon enough I was being covered in flaming-hot droplets of liquid as it popped and sizzled away. I moved it to the side of the frying pan and started the eggs. I popped some bread in the toaster and retrieved plates, knives and forks. I dumped them on the table, and ran down the hall to Jaime's room. Banging on the door, I shouted,

'Get up! Food's ready!'

Wandering back to the kitchen, I heard thumping around and finally, the door bashing into the wall. Jaime ran full pelt towards the kitchen, screaming,

'BACON!'

Vic's head emerged from the doorway and, soon enough, he too was scurrying down to where the yummy scent of bacon was emanating. The two started jumping around the kitchen, helping me get breakfast ready. Vic started buttering the toast and Jaime began distributing the bacon and eggs onto plates. I grabbed coffee mugs and put the kettle on.

'Coffee?' I asked. Jaime and Vic nodded, and went over to the table to start eating. I finished making their coffees and brought them over. Jaime was half way through his meal when I started mine, and Vic was taking his sweet ol' time. We ate in silence, with Jaime noisily slurping his coffee when he was done. Vic sipped his coffee when he was done and looked at me thoughtfully. I felt his eyes on me and looked up.

'What?' I asked, my mouth half full.

'You never cook. For you, it's a struggle to just prepare cereal or pour out juice.' He replied.

'So? I can't change?' I started shovelling down the rest of my meal, eager to get away from my brother's stare.

He continued looking at me searchingly. 'No. Something's wrong. Jaime, can I have some help? Do you have any ideas?' I shot Jaime a sharp glance. He wouldn't! Jaime looked back at me guiltily, and I read in his eyes, I have to tell him. I gave a slight nod, then announced that I was off to take a shower. I dumped my unfinished coffee down the sink, placing my plate and cutlery on the bench, and ran to the bathroom. I ripped my clothes off and jumped into the shower, cringing as the icy water hit my back.

~Jaime's POV~

I watched the younger Fuentes speed into my bathroom. I shook my head at my boyfriend as he opened his mouth to speak.

'Vic, last night after Tay attacked Mike, Tone, uh, how can I put this? He ran away. He wouldn't pick up his phone. He's been gone all night.' Vic stared at me.

'No. No. NO! TONY!' Vic yelled. He stood up and did a quick lap around the lounge room, yanking his fingers through his hair.

'Shhhh!' I whisper-yell at him. 'Keep it down! Think about Mike!' Vic stops in his tracks and stares at me.

'Be right back.' He comes over to me, gives me a quick peck on the cheek and races out of the door, grabbing car keys on the way. I watch my boyfriend leave, puzzled by his sudden disappearance. I continue to drink my coffee, looking at the pictures of Tony, Mike, Vic and I on my wall. A sudden bang comes from the front of the house, and Vic charges back inside. I look at him, waiting for an answer.

'I forgot my phone.' He mumbles, turning a light shade of pink. I laugh quietly to myself. I hear Vic's car start up again and he drives off. I finish my coffee and start washing the dishes. Mike emerges from the bathroom, all squeaky clean.