Save me Mick

Part 2

Danni POV
I was sitting at the bar ordering my 3rd beer. Talking to the bar tender was probably the most human interaction I'd had that week. I'd been off duty this entire week. Something about looking like shit as Jared said. I knew I was drunk but being drunk hid the pain. I missed Michaela. I always did. I missed her and Evie all the time. The 4 amigas. Now just 2 left. I couldn't bring myself to move on like Lourdes. The most Id done is become an NYPD detective because it made me feel close to Michaela. I pulled out my phone. Once the bartender had left I pulled up the social media page I knew oh so well. "In loving memory of Michaela Stone" was on the top. I then received a call from Lourdes. "Hey Danni! The plane! Michaela! They're back!" She shouted out of breath and excitedly into the phone. I nodded at the phone. "Ok. I'm a bit busy right now Dez" I told the woman using the nickname I had for her. I heard her sigh. "Your drunk again? Never mind I'll talk to you in the morning Danni" and she hung up. I just sighed and drank my beer. Soon enough I felt someone climb onto the stool next to me. It was Michaela. When she saw I was drunk she insisted I go home. For my safety or whatever. Like I care. Once we got to Ben & Graces place she brought me in and explained to Ben that I was "drunk. Really drunk" I hadn't spoken because I didn't trust my voice. I'm the time between Lourdes's call in which at the moment unless you knew me you wouldn't know I was drunk and to now where I couldn't even walk without help. Michaela looked at me. "Are you okay?" Even in my drunken state I came up with a lie. "I'm fffffineeeee" I slurred out. Michaela sighed and soon enough I feel asleep but not without hearing Michaelas gentle voice "somethings wrong isn't it? Sleep well Danni" she said climbing onto the bed as I fell into a deep sleep. At 5:30 AM the next morning which was when my body had become trained to wake up at I rolled off Michaelas bed. But not without doubling over in pain because of the hangover. Considering I'm a bit of a lightweight (idk if that's the correct term) hangovers always seemed to be worse. Quickly and quietly I left the Stone house but not without leaving a note for Mick. "Left for painkillers, breakfast and a run. Xoxo Danni" and I shut the door. I couldn't help but wonder how Michaela would react if she knew what happened to me when she was on that plane.
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Hey! Here's another chapter. Once again please give suggestions or criticism.
-Brooke