Loving the Man

Chapter 6: Talk the Talk (Part 1)

This chapter is a little different. Not only is it split into two parts, but it also has time breaks which is represented as '~~~~~~~~'. Please do not get confused on it, I will tell you how much time has passed after the time break. Thanks for reading!

                Michael's POV

We got back to Trevor's about as quickly as we got to Mr. Madrazo's. Trevor sat in the back seat with Danielle, whispering things to her and having a conversation with her so quietly, that I was just about to ask them what they were talking about.

Whatever they were talking about, they did a lot of glaring at each other and staring at me while I drove the car. It distracted me.

Trevor was sitting on his small, white table, drinking a beer with his legs swinging. I was sitting on the couch, next to Danielle, who was quietly sleeping with her eyes peacefully closed. I watched her breath in softly and exhale. Must've been a rough day for her.

Trevor noticed me watching his sister and decided to speak up.

"No." He simply said, taking a drink of beer from a bottle.

"No what?" I asked, slightly confused.

"Not gonna happen, Mikey. Not gonna happen." He must've read my mind, because the way he was looking at me gave me chills and the tone in his voice was rough.

Everything I was about to say disappeared. Trevor must be really touchy about this subject, so I decided to let it go. I yawned and stretched my arms out, standing up and looking back down at Danielle. Still peaceful.

"T, I gotta go." I began walking to the door, but then I paused. "And hey." I said to catch his attention. He looked over at me. "Take care of your sister."

Trevor suspiciously raised an eyebrow just as I walked out. Inhaling deeply, I marched down the stairs and to my car, which was parked outside on the side of the road of Trevor's house. I unlocked it as I got closer and hopped in. 

As I started to drive away, I couldn't help but to look in my mirror to see Trevor's house, where a certain woman laid sleeping -- and that certain woman was my major heart throb.

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My eyes started to close about an hour into driving. I was only half way to my house, which was in Los Santos. Another hour of driving...

The thought made me yawn. A sudden vibrate in my jean pocket woke me up a little. I grabbed it with my right hand, keeping my left hand on the steering wheel. 

"Hello?" I asked, not bothering to ask who was on the other end of the phone.

"Hey, Michael, it's Danielle. I stole Trev's phone." Danielle answered through the phone. My heart picked its pace up.

"What's up?" I groggily asked, yawning again.

"I want to talk to you."

Great.... I thought in my head. Just as I began to think about her and I dating, I saw my wedding ring glowing under a nightlight, as if it was a sign. I took a deep breath in.

"About what?" I wondered, knowing the answer.

"Something." She simply stated. "Just meet me at Trevor's house tomorrow.... around 1-2pm? Trevor is going out with this kid named Wade and this weird dude called Ron for a few hours. When I asked what he was doing, he said 'I'm going to check up on my meth'. I thought that was slang for friends, so I let it slide."

"You do know he's actually checking on his meth lab." I stated blankly.

"Yeah.... I know that now." Danielle sighed. "I'll see you tomorrow, Trevor is asking who I'm talking to."