To Die For-Bulletproof Love Sequel[Mike Fuentes]

Chapter 3

I walked as fast as I could across the park, up until I reached the bus door. I punched in the code and flung the door open. I lunged up the steps and shut the door behind me. Jaime and Tony were watching television in the front room. The two of them looked startled to see me come in so fast.

"Where's Mike?" I asked, slightly out of breath.

"Uh I think he's in the back-" Tony was saying before he was interrupted.

"In our bunk!" Mike yelled. I smiled and gave a thumbs up to the guys before strolling to the bunk area. I slid my vans off and made sure no one was around before I pealed my shorts off. I climbed into our bunk in a cut off shirt and panties.

"Hey." Mike smiled, looking up from his phone. I smiled back and kissed him on the cheek.

"Hi." I said, cuddling into Mike's side before he placed me on top of him with my head against his chest.

"Where did you go?" He asked. I leaned my head up, resting my chin against his chest.

"I went for a little walk around the venue and had a small chat with Austin." I watched Mike's face turn from sweet to sour in seconds. Funny how just the mention of someone's name can ruin a whole day.

"Austin from Of Mice?" He frowned.

"Yeah." I answered. His face relaxed slightly but I don't think his mind did.

"That's cool I guess." I knew Mike enough to know that it wasn't cool but he trusted me enough to not over exaggerate.

"Where did you go this morning? You weren't in our bunk." I asked. I didn't turn my eyes away from his face. I wanted to see the expression it held.

"I went to the back room. I was watching tv and just fell asleep." He shrugged, caressing my cheek.

"Why was the door locked?" I asked calmly.

"I wanted some alone time." He said, slightly smiling.

Ouch, that kind of hurt.

"If you wanted to be alone, I shouldn't have come on tour with you." I laughed, pushing myself off his chest and laying on my back beside him.

"No, baby. That is not what I meant." He defended, turning over and leaning on his elbow.

"Then what did you mean?" I asked, looking at his face. He hasn't shaven in at least a week. His stubble was a little more than just a stubble. His eyes looked tired and distant.

"I mean from the guys. I haven't been able to sleep and it was really hot in the bunk so I went in the back room to cool off and I didn't want the guys to walk in. Then I fell asleep while watching tv." He answered, lightly running his long fingers across my arm all the way to my shoulder.

"Why haven't you been able to sleep?" I asked.

"I don't know." He sighed.

"Penny for your thoughts?" I asked. Man I've been asking a whole lot of questions.

"My thoughts are dry Holland. I just don't know."

"Are you okay Mikey? I feel like you're distancing yourself from me and I'm scared." I said honestly. "You have been fighting with the guys and that never happens. You aren't able to sleep at night and when you do it's because you're wasted. And don't say it isn't true but I've seen your past 2 shows. Mike, you never ever screw up a beat but you did. You're not yourself baby."

At this point, I started to cry. I don't know why but I just did. I was scared. Mike didn't say anything. All he did was lay onto his back and stare up at the top of the bunk. His nostrils flared as he breathed through his nose.

"I'm telling you this because I care about you so much. I haven't said anything since day one but it's time for me to say what I've been thinking. Don't you think it's time you do the same?" I asked, starring at the side of his face.

He started to cry. Naturally I started to panic. "Mike, whatever it is, you can tell me."

"I don't know Holland. I just don't feel like myself." He croaked, attempting to wipe away his tears. "It's so much pressure."

"Talk to me." I soothed, sliding my thumb across his cheek.

"I feel like everyone's counting on me to be perfect." He sniffled.

"Mike you have to just be yourself. If you're worried about the fans, they'll love you if you act like yourself and if they don't then they aren't real fans." I leaned on one of my elbows to face him.

"What about Vic? He keeps pushing me and I feel like I'm going to explode. The other band members are always pushing me to party and they make sure I'm not walking around without a beer in my hand."

"Fuck the other band members. Who cares what they think. You're here for yourself and your band. Not for them. And I'll talk to Vic if you want. I'm sure he's going to break from the pressure too."

"Yeah right." Mike rolled his eyes. He was so negative.

"Mike seriously. You guys are on freaking tour for crying out loud. Start enjoying it. Be yourself and perform like you're in your basement."

"You're right." He nodded. I swear I saw a small smirk form on his lips.

"When am I not?" I giggled, kissing his cheek softly.

"After the show, I'm coming back here to spend time with my girl." Mike informed me.

"Aww who is she?" I smirked.

"You should meet her. She's very beautiful." He smiled, leaning on his elbow to face me.

"Tell me about her?" I suggested.

"Well she's beautiful, smart and very talented. She's insecure about her height when she shouldn't be because she'll always be short to me. She has these cute green eyes and soft pink lips. Don't get me started on her body." He said, wiping fake sweat off of his forehead.

"She sounds boring." I blushed.

"Total opposite of boring." Mike confirmed, attaching his lips to mine for a small peck. "Also, when she blushes I get super turned on."

"Would you consider that a weird fetish?" I asked as Mike's lips trailed down my jaw line and neck.

"Nope." He hummed, marking his territory on my shoulder. "But I am one lucky dude."