A Better Mike | Perrentes

{chapter 34}

February 15th 2015, 2:03pm.]
|Location: San Diego, California|

{Perspective: Mike's Perspective

I sighed and sat on the curb, leaning my hands back and resting them on the gritty concrete. I watched the road, searching for any sign of Vic's car, but a loud door slam startled me. I turned my head to the left quickly to see Alysha dressed again and stomping towards me in her high heels, I stood on my feet and crossed my arms.
"Michael Christopher Fuentes!" She squealed until she stood right in front of me, her head only reaching my nose.
(Note: I really actually like Alysha... Soooo don't take this too serious)
"I have sat in there and thought it over, we are so perfect for each other, how about we just forget the whole thing, baby." She pressed her index finger to my chest and proceeded to press her whole body to me, pushing her boobs up. "C'mon Mikey." She batted her eyelashes and jutted out her bottom lip.

I glanced behind her and saw Vic's car, smiling in relief, "My ride is here, I better get going." I stepped into the street slightly, feeling a giant weight get off of me; quite literally. I heard her huff and slam her heel onto the pavement, but quickly after I heard a snap.

"Are you kidding me!? My favorite heels!" I chuckled to myself as the car pulled up in front of me, I waved excitedly and opened the back door being met with a face I hadn't seen in awhile.

"Tony?" I cocked my head to the side and saw him glance at me before turning back to the window.
I climbed into the back and slammed the door shut behind me, keeping my eye contact with the figure next to me.

Vic cleared his throat and looked at me through the rear view mirror, "Are we taking Alysha?" I peered out the window to her, seeing her trying to fix her heel.

I shook my head, "No, we broke up." Vic nodded, but I heard a mumbled thank god from next to me.
"Sorry, if I interrupted anything." I commented.

"Oh, we are all just going to lunch to catch up. Tony hasn't been out of his house in awhile." Vic whispered the last part. I nodded and glanced toward the window Tony was looking out of, the buildings passing quickly. I eyed his stance and he was attempting to lean as far away from me. I'm not stupid, I know why he's doing that, but I thought he'd be over it by now. Ya know? Grow up.

"Can I come? I'm kinda starving." I smiled kindly. I stared at the rear view mirror to see Vic give a worried glance to Jaime who shrugged. I looked towards Tony, "Unless I'm unwelcome?" I saw his posture tense up and he too, glanced at Jaime.

Until finally Jaime cleared his throat, "Mike, I don't want you to go because you smell weird right now and I fear that everyone in the restaurant will inhale your smelliness and they will all drop dead because you wreak of piss, alcohol and sex." Jaime finished his sentence then quickly adds, "I'm sorry if that was rude, but I do not want your smelly ass ruining food for me. It's one of my favorite things after of course, Vic." He smiled wide, but then shot an obvious thumbs up to Tony.

"Uh, okay." Was all I could say before the car fell completely silent.
I wasn't expecting this...whatsoever.

Author Note: egh? Egh? Maybe?