Seconds Chances *Completed*

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I walk around the park, Kaylah on my back, Tony walking next by us. As of now, we're in Hershey park, making our way to the chocolate factory. Kaylah and I have become closer over the few weeks, Tony and I talking once in the blue. Alysha has been extremely distant ever since I've got in contact with Tony and Kaylah. Tony and I still aren't on the best speaking terms: me saying something, him saying Britney would've/should've/could've/already did.

I put Kaylah down, as we get ready to tour the factory. Tony walks behind us, keeping his distance from us. I slow down, having Kaylah walk away from me, me walking next by Tony.

"You okay?" I whisper to him, his head hanging low.

"Yeah, when I was with Britney helping me, take care of our child." He grumbles, his eyes still looking at the ground.

"Tony, seriously?" Both of us walking slower so the rest of the tour group is ahead of us. "When are you going to forgive me?"

"How about... Never." He gives me a fake smile, before looking back down at his shoes.

"Tony-" Tony cuts me off by speaking.

"Why don't you go have fun with Kaylah, Michael? Isn't that the reason why you came?" Tony snaps angrily.

"I came for both you and Kaylah. I don't want us to be angry at each other." I explain. "Especially around Kaylah, for God's sake."

"Well if you came here for both of us, you shouldn't have." Tony replies.

"If that's the point, why did you invite me?" Anger begins to boil in my blood.

"For Kaylah, you asshole." Tony answers, pissing me off that he's having temper tantrum over his own decisions.

"If it was for Kaylah, why didn't Kaylah ask me to come?" I squint suspiciously at him.

"Wait." Tony stops walking, me doing the same as we both face each other. "Are you accusing me of still liking your pathetic piece of shit self?"

He begins to laugh, making him look like a mental patient. His laughter stops quickly just as it began. He rolls his eyes, walking away from me and closer to the group. I shake my head, sighing out of frustration. What the fuck is wrong with Tony.

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"Goodnight." I mumble, Kaylah replying, Tony still giving me the silent treatment.

I turn the lamp off, the room being masked with darkness. I lay on my back, the bedsheets wrapping me in its cold embrace. I hear Kaylah's snores, but not Tony's. I look over to not see Tony laying with Kaylah. I get up, walking around the spacious hotel room. I walk into the kitchen, not finding Tony. I look in the bathrooms, no Tony in there either. I look in the living room, to no avail not finding Tony.

I walk over to the sliding doors connecting to the balcony, a tall figure leaning against the railing to the balcony, its back facing me.

"Tony?" I say, hoping to earn his attention, but sadly don't. "Tony can we talk please?"

"About what?" I hear him sniffle.

I stand next by him, seeing his eyes red.

"You okay?" I question, his eyes removing themselves from the midnight colored ocean.

A blank stare graces his beautiful features, taking my breath away. The same thing that happened when I first saw him. His eyes dart from my eyes, down, and then back, a character trait I had picked up on when we dated. He takes deep breath, as his eyes look into mine again. And that's when it happened.

His hands fly up to the side of my face, his fingers' hold a grip tight and firm on the back of my neck and cheeks. He brings me closer, our foreheads only touching. He begins to breath through his mouth, the stench of whiskey and beer dancing on his pink plump lips.

"If you wanna kiss, just do it." Tony whispers against my lips. "I wouldn't mind."

My mind tells me to protest, my heart telling me to keep moving, go in for the kiss. And I followed the thing that keeps me alive. My heart.

I push my lips against his, the kiss quickly moving from passionate and slow, to fast and rough. Tony turns us, my back leaning against the railing of the balcony, our arms wrapped around each other's hips. He moves his hands up to my neck, playing with hair on the nape of my neck. They reach even higher, curling his fingers into my hair, tugging at it roughly. That's when my self conscious kicks in.

Stop making out with Tony. He's drunk and confused, and paying attention. Stop now.

I push Tony off of me, gasping for air. He looks at me confused before trying to kiss me again, I push him away just in time.

"Tony, we can't do this." I shake my head, holding my hands out just in case he goes in for a kiss again.

"And why not?" He snaps. "It's not like you don't know Alysha is probably cheating on you!"

"Wait-what?" I say speechless. "Alysha cheated on me?"

"Correction, is cheating you. She's probably cheating on you right now." Tony smirks. "But that's alright because, you don't want me."

With that, he walks back into the hotel room, closing the balcony door behind you. Is Alysha really cheating on me? Why did Tony kiss me? All I can do is sit on one of the chairs on the balcony and think.

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Comment your answers to Mike's questions. Also I'm thinking about adding another character to this story. Comment your thoughts on that as well. Sorry for the long wait.