Michri - HICCUPS FANFIC

🪰 Cruisin for a Bruisin 🪰

WARNING: smut 😬
Also hella long if y'all impatient

Morning light seeped through the curtains as I slouched on the couch, waiting for Chris, Martha, and Bianca to return. Chris had gone out early for a walk along the beach, trying to catch the sunrise. Martha had tagged along to take photos, and the rest of us had opted to sleep in a little longer.

Bianca was munching on some toast in the kitchen, and I was growing impatient. Chris had been gone for a while now, and the worry gnawed at me. It wasn't like I didn't trust Martha, but the last thing I wanted was another run-in with Tyler.

I sighed, glancing at the clock. "Alright, it's taking too long. I'm finding out where they are," I said, getting up from the couch.

Bianca looked up, confused. "How you gonna get there? You don't have your bike."

"I got legs on me," I shot back, already heading for the door.

"Don't stress, Mikey. They're probably fine," Bianca said, a bit concerned.

"They've let their guard down twice before, and it's happened both times," I said, frustration creeping into my voice. "I don't wanna be a third."

I dashed out the door, the cool morning air hitting my face as I sprinted towards the park. As I made my way down the street, I couldn't shake the feeling of dread. I knew it was a long shot, but if Tyler showed up again, I wasn't gonna let him get to Chris.

When I reached the park, I saw Martha's car parked by the edge of the field. I ran towards the sound of shouting.

"Get off him, Tyler! Leave him alone, please! He ain't done nothing to you!" Martha's voice cut through the air.

Tyler loomed over Chris, fists clenched. "He stole you, and now you're falling for this queer stuff! That's what he did to me, and it's damn unfair. Leaving me heartbroken!"

Martha rolled her eyes, her face a mix of frustration and anger. "We broke up, Tyler! Not every girl is your territory. And you're dating Jane and Sherri now, right? What's the problem? Need me for the money?"

Tyler's face turned red with rage. "It's not about the money, Martha. It's about what he took from me."

I couldn't take it anymore. I lunged at Tyler, my fists flying. "You told me you weren't gonna lay a finger on him before the rumble!" I shouted, landing a punch to his jaw. He staggered back, blood streaming from his nose.

Tyler tried to fight back, but I was fueled by anger. I hit him again and again, not stopping until he was on the ground, barely moving. "You break one rule, I might break another. You want me to call the cops before our rumble or what?" I growled, landing one final punch.

Tyler didn't answer. His face was bruised and swollen, his anger turning into bitter silence. Martha hopped into the front seat of her car, and I scooped Chris up, holding him close as I helped him into the passenger seat.

A guy from Tyler's gang rode by on his motorcycle, casting a sour look our way. "Something wrong?" I asked, tossing my arms out in frustration.

"Don't go ape on me, man. Just wondering why you're carrying some dolly into your car," he sneered.

Martha's eyes flared with anger. "Who you callin' dolly?"

"I ain't talking about you, sweetheart. Talking about the blonde fairy," he shot back.

I felt a surge of rage. "You're cruising for a bruisin', man," I said, buckling Chris's seatbelt with a tight snap and flipping the guy off.

Martha drove us back to her place, and when we got there, I helped Chris out of the car. We went inside, and I sat him down on the bed in the spare room. Martha had just fixed him up, and then she was off with Bianca to some shopping spree.