Diamonds and Why Men Buy Them [Mike Fuentes]

27. Drunken Secrets

This time is takes both Mike and Vic to get me out of the club and back to the apartment and this time, I wasn't willing to leave without a fight.

"Jus.. one more.." I whine drunkenly as they are escorting me out of the bar.

"Huh-uh" Vic protests, "when you start telling girls that they are really pretty and asking them to dance with you, it's time to go."

I frown. "But sheee was soooooo pretty! I jus wanna pretty friend."

"She's not much of a friend if you won't remember her tomorrow morning, sweetie."

I sit on the sidewalk and cry. "But I just wanted to make friends!"

Vic rolls his eyes and mutters. "So she's THIS kind of drunk."

"Not usually, she's usually the happy, friendly drunk. Something must be bothering her." Mike replies.

I cross my arms as I still sit on the sidewalk. "Stop talking about me! I'm righ he-ure." I exclaim.

Mike just looks down at me. "Mickey, get up or I'll pick you up."

I continue to frown. "If I.. get up.. will you cuddle.. with me tonight?"

Mike nods. "Of course I will cuddle with you, Mickey."

I grin and carefully get up, but still stumble as I get on my feet.

We finally make it home after a few times of me sitting and falling and stumbling. Vic leaves us at the door and Mike and I go inside. I immediately collapse onto the couch and sigh. "Couch."

Mike laughs at me. "I thought you wanted to cuddle."

I shoot up from the couch. "I do! Com'ere." I open my arms wide. He leans down and wraps his arms around me but instead of sitting down, he picks me up. I latch my legs around him like a koala and he carries me into his room where he pulls back the covers and lays me down in his bed. He takes off his shirt before he lays down next to me.

I sigh in comfort and close my eyes. I can feel my drunkness softly fading, and the feeling of drowsiness beginning to overcome me. "This is nice."

"What's nice?" He asks.

"Laying in a bed with a man that I know cares for me, and won't wake up in the morning and physically kick me out of bed."

Mike puts his hand on my face and I open my eyes. "He really did that to you?" He asks, wtih sad eyes.

I nod my head. "We shared a bed, and when he was off pills he would go into bursts of anger and throw me out of bed, literally."

"How can you talk about this so easily?"

"Because I'm drunk." I chuckle.

"How can you trust me to touch you after dealing with that for so long?"

I sigh and carefully think about my answer. I know I wouldn't be saying any of this if I wasn't drunk, but I say it anyway. "Your touch is gentle. Your touch is caring. Your touch is not threatening to me. Every time I look at you, I can see how much you care about me and want to protect me in your eyes. I never saw that in his eyes. I've never seen that in anyone's eyes. I honestly beleive that you are the only person that's ever truly cared."

He looks hurt and honored all at the same time. "You bring that out in me. In the few months that you've come back into my life, you've changed everything."

I smile and turn towards the wall to fall asleep but before I fall asleep I hear "I think I love you, Mickey."

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