Love from Another Country - Mileven

Chapter One - "Pretty"

"Jesus fucking christ- Finally." Dustin groaned as he flopped onto one of the hotel's beds, leaving his backpack lone by the door.
Mike looked around the room, barely paying attention to his friends moaning and groaning about how tired they were from the tours that day. The room was clean from them packing their things and had much more appliances than he was expecting when they got there, and even a big enough television for when him and all his friends watched Star Wars late at night. But most of all, it had a huge window, showing the beautiful view of Assisi, Italy. It was the perfect place to be; it was nowhere near as big as Rome or Florence, but it was still such a beauty, which was absolutely perfect for Mike. Less people but still the same great food and tours to go on; he'd miss this place. This whole trip, Mike felt so free. He's visiting another country for the first time in his life, and without any family members. He is an adult now. And hell, does it feel good. He felt like this was the best summer off from college yet. He didn't want to leave tomorrow.

His thoughts got interrupted when Lucas yelled his name. He turned around from where he was looking out the window to see his three friends (and Will's boyfriend and Lucas's girlfriend) staring at him.
"What?" He questioned.
"How do you feel about us going to a bar tonight?" Lucas asked, looking down at a pamphlet of the town that the hotel gave them.
"A bar?-"
"Oh also you can't say no cause everyone else already agreed to this," Will piped up, smiling at Mike with laughter hidden in it.
Mike sighed, "Wow, thanks for including me guys," Mike sat down on the closest bed near him, "I guess I'm fine with it since everyone else wants to go. What is it called?"
"Hell you think I know? It's some Italian word and I'm not even going to try to pronounce it cause I'll embarrass myself." Lucas scoffed.
"A Casa di Bacco, dumbass," Max rolled her eyes next to Lucas, who was holding her waist.

"Can we go in like, ten minutes?" Dustin suddenly spoke up, his voice muffled by the pillow he stuffed his face in.
"More like thirty minutes, I need a power nap," Will's boyfriend, James said, who had his arm lazily wrapped around Will's shoulder.
"Yeah yeah whatever, but double checking, everyone is okay with this, it being our last day here and all?" Lucas looked around at everyone in the room.

Everyone nodded their heads and half of them fell asleep.

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A smile wouldn't leave Mike's lips as he watched all his friends stupidly dance as he leaned back against the bar counter. If it was any place else, he'd feel lonely or even a little awkward, but he was happy here. The wine in his hands tasted like something God himself made and the smiles on his friend's lips were contagious. Looking around he could tell Max and Dustin were already drunk or at least close to it, Lucas was getting there, and Will and his boyfriend were completely sober and just having one glass and being cute on the dance floor as they always seem to be.

Mike was a little jealous of his friend's relationship, he had to admit. He doesn't think much of it now since he's super focused on his work at college, but it would be nice to hold a girl like Lucas holds Max, or share little kisses like Will does to James. And not just that, but sometimes he wished he had a love life so he could have a more interesting life than just focusing on his studies. He'd be happier that way for sure, after all college makes him stress out way more than high school did, and honestly, he likes romance. He's had a few exes in his past but none of them really stuck. None of them ended badly, but none of the relationships made him fall completely in love or made him super happy and giddy like they're supposed to. He didn't mind waiting for his future girl to come though. The time would come when it's supposed to happen, even if Mike gets constantly teased by his friends that he hasn't gone on a date in a year. He tries not to let that bother him so much. Mike shook his head as if the thoughts would shake out, and chuckled lightly at it; no time to be thinking about that.
He was planning on staying sober, he really was, but the alcohol tasted too good here so he decided to fuck it all and get a little tipsy at least, but not drunk. No matter how good the wine tasted, nothing was worth throwing up the next morning over.