Say It's Not Over? ((BENNODA))

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I finally got this chapter written up and seriously took me three attempts to write it as I wanted the one that would fit the most for what I have planned for this story. A little bit of a cliff hanger in the end (sorry!) Reviews are appreciated! Thank you.

Do not own, just my errors and all.

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Mike wasn't one for holding grudges, none whatsoever, especially whenever it came to grumbling under his breath at inanimate objects that had no fault of their own, if things didn't go his way, at least not the way he wanted them to go.

He knew it, he was behaving like a child now all because he squeezed a little too much toothpaste onto his toothbrush which resulted Mike to grumble slightly at his irritation and he knows now he is just playing his mood a little too childishly now. Eventually Mike had managed to pull himself out of the shower once he was semi satisfied, but nothing could really keep him satisfied now, as he was riddled with the guilt once he realised what he had just done.

'I just fucking masturbated thinking about my best friend, not my wife, not even remotely close to her, while the fucking guy is just down stairs ordering dinner for us, Shinoda... Get a load of yourself!'

He knew he had to make a move on, opting to stay in the bathroom all night was not an option that would sit too lightly with Chester, no as the lead singer was known for holding short fuses. Mike could feel his mind was still buzzing for his thoughts, trying to steady himself with a deep breath.

He quickly donned his blotchy pink flesh with the fuzziest towel that he could find in the bathroom cupboard. The faint smells of the patchouli fabric softener would tickle his nose reminding the husband of his wife. It was of a familiar scent, it would always remind of home, as it had to be one his absolute favorite smells in the world that he would come home too after a long tour that would last for months on end, and admirably his wife knows this too.

Which gave the worse husband in the world more of a reason to believe that he needed to break things off with Chester. The steam from his shower whistled out from behind him, once he caught the door handle with his hand to open it from the inside, out, as he would put one foot forward before the other.

The next step for Mike now was to move forward, making his way to the master bedroom that he shared with his wife and again it had reminded the Emcee that breaking this 'friend's with benefit's' relationship off with Chester was the right thing to do.

Everything in the master bedroom that had he shared with his wife, reminded him too much of Anna. His lovely and beautiful wife who was fucking loyal to him since the first day of their marriage, who had also picked out patterns for their bed spread and spent copious amounts of time and money on pillows that would accompany the bed they would both share together as husband and wife, as Mike knew that he had to get his shit together now, before Chester would start to wonder on his whereabouts now.

In a hurriedly fashion, he quickly got to work by walking into the walk-in wardrobe where he would find his clothing neatly stacked in their respective piles. He would slip into a pair of distressed grey sweat pants that were two sizes too big for him, but they were comfortable. Next came the questionable black tee-shirt that he had found on top of his shirt pile, not really knowing how it got there in the first place, but nonetheless he placed the shirt over his head, shimmering the material over his chest and ending it with his stomach.