Tony's POV
I cuddled Mike as he slept in my arms. He woke up a couple hours later and sneezed. It was adorable. I handed him a tissue and he blushed. He blew his nose and I kissed his head.
"Can we go to my room, babe?"
"Course." I stood and picked him up. I carried him upstairs.
"I didn't know you were this strong." I rolled my eyes and laid him on the bed. I got on top of him and tangled our fingers. I kissed his neck. "Baby." He groaned. I kissed his head and laid beside him. I put my arm around his waist.
"Feel better?"
"Yeah. Will you be willing to do something for me?"
"What is it?" I asked.
"I need you to take drugs to Alan."
"Um..."
"Please. It'll mean the world to me."
"Fine. Where does he live?" He gave me the address. I grabbed my backpack and the briefcase under his bed. "What do I give him?"
"Heroine." He handed me a bag of needles. I put it in the backpack.
"Anything else?"
"No. Take this. Keep it in your hoodie. Safety on unless you need it. Okay?"
"Yeah." I put the drugs in the bag and took the gun.
"Use your middle name if they ask who you are."
"I don't have one."
"Use mine. Christopher."
"Okay." I whispered. I kissed him and then left. I drove to the address and knocked on the door. A small ginger opened the door.
"Who are you?"
"Take the bag. Take the stuff and then give it back." I handed it to him and he took the stuff. I grabbed the bag and ran to the car.
"Who are you?"
"Christopher." I replied.
"That's the other guys name."
"I'm his boyfriend."
"Welcome to the game then." I got in the car and drove back. I went to Mike.
"What did he mean by welcome to the game?!" I yelled.
"He's messing with you."
"I don't want a part of that. I don't want to sell drugs."
"Babe, I won't let you. You might do a couple runs, but that's it."
"That's still being involved. I don't feel comfortable doing it. I don't like guns. I don't like drugs."
"Then why are you dating a drug dealer?"
"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU MIKE!" I yelled. My eyes widened and I ran out of the house. I ran to the park and sat (under a cork tree).
I fucked up. He's gonna hate me. We've been together for barely a week. I fell too hard too fast. He's gonna break up with me.
I pulled at my hair as I cried. I felt two arms around me. I looked over. Vic. Not Mike. "Mike tried to run after you, but he's sick so I went. Cmon." I got up and he started leading me to home.
"I fu.cked it up, Vic." I cried. "He's gonna hate me. He's gonna break up to me."
"No he's not. Do you know how how much he talks about you? When you're not with him, he doesn't shut up." I blushed and he opened the door.
"Babe." Mike took me in his arms and hugged me. I hugged back.
"I'm sorry." I whispered.
"You have nothing to be sorry for, hun." He kissed my head and I blushed again. "You know why?"
"Why?"
"Because I love you, too."
"I'm gonna hang with Jaime. Have fun." He winked at us and left. Mike pulled me to the living room and I kissed him. He kissed back and wrapped his arms around me.
"Want to?" He asked.
"No. Sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry for."
"I'm not ready. I wish I was, but I'm not."
"It's okay. I respect that." He kissed my nose and I blush. "Wanna watch Star Wars?"
"Yeah!" he chuckled at my childish ways and we watched the movie, kissing and cuddling.
