This Love Was Out of Control (Fuenciado)

Talley It Up, Settle The Score

*Vic's POV*

"Alright, wake up. I'm not gonna tell you again," Mike scoffed at me, pulling off the covers and chucking them at the floor. I rolled over and fell out of bed. Literally. I got up and rubbed my tired eyes, trying to walk over to the mirror, stumbling on my own feet. My hair was a mess, sticking out in all different directions, and my body limped. I glanced at Mike standing in the door way. He was giving me the evil eye, cocking his head to the side and raising a brow.

"Why am I...up again?" I yawned half way through, stretching my body to the ceiling.

"Because you asked me to wake you up so you can have a fresh looking face," he smiled. He stepped one foot out the room.

I rubbed circles around my eyes again and walked out the room with Mike following me down the stairs. I smelled bacon, eggs, and hash browns. The citrus fumed the room as well. Just the way I like it.

"I made breakfast. I thought you might be hungry?" He pulled out a chair for me and pushed it in as I sat down, just like a gentlemen would do at a restaurant for a young lady. "Here's your jugo de naranja. Drink it."

"You cook?" I asked, surprisingly, forking a mouthful of eggs, sticking a small piece of bacon to the back of my throat and chomping it with my teeth. "And you freshly squeezed oranges in a glass just for me?"

"Indeed."

"I feerwl speshal as fuck, but since whenrn?" I asked with a mouth full of food, trying to talk proper English.

"Since now. Shut up and eat your bacon...or I'll eat it." He walked to the sink and started scrubbing away at the dishes from yesterday.

I wiped away the crumbs and grease on my lips. "Why are you being so nice all of a sudden? What happened?" We had a band audition yesterday, but that's about it. We didn't do shit but play in front of an audience.

"Since you're finally asking," he smiled, jumping for joy before popping a squat next to me. "Frenchi called me before I went to sleep last night. She finally came to her senses and forgave me."

I was stunned to know she forgave him after all this time. Mike threw his bottle, broke it, and made Jaime and I pick his shit up that day. He was crushed and crying and bitching the whole time. She's not good news to me.

"Dumb bitch."

"Don't call her that! We're getting back together later today. We're meeting up at Starbucks to have some coffee and start over with our relationship," he lightly smiled, forming his own little visual in his mind.

"You mean relationshit? You know your ass is paying for that five dollar coffee, right?" I added to the insult. "And she's a dumb bitch for not realizing that it was a mistake that night at the party. You were drunk and didn't mean to do it. It really took her that long to forgive you? Yeah, dumb bitch I would say."

"Enough of that, Vic. I'm serious. No more name calling on her. She forgave me and I still love her, you know that. I'm sure I'll be careful next time I go to a party."

Oh, now he's cautious? But I still think she's a dumb bitch. I know Mike can do better, but if he loves her and she loves him, fine.

"Whatever. I'll be heading over to the massage parlor where Jaime works. Imma get myself a massage and it's gonna feel amazing as shit." I threw back my head, just thinking about how Jaime's skillful hands will be all over me, rubbing my backside down, switching positions and different techniques.

"Seeing your boyfriend later?" Mike winked, finishing off the last bit of dishes he missed when I asked what happened, and why he was so damn happy this morning.