▲Nurse▲▲Perrentes▲

The Depths: Part One

So i realized that a handful of my readers aren't American so: I'm talking about American FootBall when i say football.

You have a sexy belly button.

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I've Got The Whole

World In Front Of Me

I'm Not Letting Go 'Til I Say

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It was now Friday, Fronz's party is today and also the day that Mike is being released from the hospital. Of course he was successful in getting a invite, like i said who would pass up having a celebertie at their party. While changing the sheets from Mike's hospital bed i heard him call for me from the bathroom. "What time is the party?" With an annoyed sigh i reply "If you read the invite-it says all that"

"But Tony" he whines like a four year old.

"Oh my gosh, Mike. Shut Up and get dressed." I say. "Tony I'm going to give you a bad report if you don't tell me what time it starts" he says after a while. "Mike you can just walk out of the bathroom and che-" my words were placed on pause because 'someone' walks out of the bathroom with no clothes on.

He waltz over to the bag his brother brought him (filled with clothes) and nonchalantly searches his bag for the invite. "Mike. What. The. He||." I ask starring at him. "You told me to come out and check." He answers. He places the piece of paper back in his back and struts across the room with a heavy limp. Once he closes the door he yells "It starts at 9 o'clock and ends- quote 'when ever we're sick of your as' "

I honestly don't understand his thinking process. "Are we going to go separately?"i ask aloud on accident. He wouldn't want to be seen with his gay nurse going to a party. I regret saying that out loud to the fullest. Instead of answering he opens the door and squints at me like he was trying to figure something out. I couldn't help but laugh at him. I wonder how many people have seen this side of him (not "that" side that i witnessed a minute or two ago) , he's so flirty, open and confident.

Ive only seen him being serious and some say that he is rather mean but so far not to me. After replacing his sheets I walked out the room to go down to the laundry room.

I arrived at the bottom floor and pushed the cart filled with dirty sheets and gowns. "Are you even suppose to be here?" i hear Dr.Nett ask me. I shake my head no. "I'll take 'em down" Dr. Nett offers with a smile. With a shrug i say "Thanks"

"Mike are you dressed? You need to get the fuck out?" I say as soon as i walk back into the room. As if on que he walks out of the bathroom...clothes on this time. Why the he|| did it take him so long?

"You look quite disappointed...probally because my body is covered correctly, you perv" he comments, i just roll my eyes at his immature behavior. "And I'm actually staying here until you're done working" he informs me of his plan. "Well, today I'm technically not suppose to be here." Today was the day I decided to cash in the promise that Jaime made so i wasn't suppose to be here. Honestly I only came to see Mike.

"I can actually just call my driver to come get us then" he said while leaning on his crutches. "But you don't want people to see me with you, right?" I ask looking at him. "I don't really care...let's go, come on" he shrugs.

Once Mike signed papers we he was officially able to leave. On the way out i saw Ronnie give a curious look towards us.

The driver stops at a large but 'normal' house. A house that you wouldn't expect a football player would have. Technically a former football player. "Not what you expected?" He says while the driver helps him out of the car. On his crutches he moves toward me and signales me to carry on walking. "No not really" i reply quite late. He just laughs.

After waiting for Mike to lock the door, I'm greeted with a modern, luxurious, and expensive interior. I look at Mike who has a smirk placed firmly on his face. "Come on, darling." He says while walking all the way into the house. "Mike, I need clothes for the party." i point out. It was a stupid idea to come here in the first place. "Or we could just go buy you some" he says while plopping down on the couch. "Oh, Okay" i reply hesitantly.

"Loosen up, Tony. You'll be here more often"

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