(Andrea's POV)
We got home, and I slammed the door shut, and walked into the house. I quickly unlocked the door, only to see Gab and Vin cuddling on the couch together. I frustratedly threw my bag on the ground, causing Gab to arise. "Hey baby girl, what's wrong?" She asked. Chris and Nick walked in, holding up the half concious Mikey. I rolled my eyes, and pointed to them. "That is what's wrong. Chris, I'll see you when you ome up to bed. I'm fucking sick of Mikey's shit." I stormed up to Chris and I's room, and shut the door. Mikey is sixteen now, he's a big boy, he needs to stop getting himself in these situations. I began throwing off my clothes, when the door opened, and quietly closed. "Hi baby." I turned around, and saw Chris leaning against the door, guilt and sadness filling his eyes. I sighed, and turned my back to him, leaning down and looking through his drawers for a t-shirt. He came up behind me, and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me up, and then turning me around. My bare body was pressed against him, and I could tell he liked it. "I'm sorry..." He mumbled into my hair as he embraced me. I sighed, and rubbed his back. "It's not your fault I guess... You were just trying to be a good friend..." "No, I should've said no. Scratch that, I shouldn't have answered in the first place. Mikey needs to learn to be a big boy, we're not his parents." Chris said, kissing me. I nodded, and sighed. "You're right baby. But, this is not worth being angry over. I'm going to go shower, and then when I come out, we can cuddle, okay?" I said, pulling a towel from the closet. "Alright, hurry back." Chris said, leaving a soft kiss on my cheek. I smiled, and walked into the bathroom. Damn, I don't know what I'd do in this house without him...
