Kiss Me Through the Window (Perrentes)

I'm Just a Phone Call Away

-A few days later-

~Turtle's POV~

I was very nervous. I was wearing my best suit, and my hair was slicked back, although my braid was refusing to play nice and stay pinned back. It kept on falling out of it's position bobby-pinned to the back of my head. I had given up after trying hair spray and gel. It was now looped through my stretcher. I was absentmindedly playing with it, looping and unlooping it every few seconds. I had put on my nicest deoderant and was smelling particularly lovely, if I do say so myself. It was mine and Mike's first date. We were going to go out to dinner, then join Vic and Jaime at a party. It was a few nights before we went on tour. It was kind of like a kick-off party. All Time Low, Of Mice and Men, Sleeping with Sirens and a few other bands were going to be there. I think The Pretty Reckless were going to make an appearance somewhere, too. I was a little nervous about Taylor Momsen being there. She and Mike had hooked up heaps of times, and they had a no-strings-attached agreement going on. And you would have to be blind to say she wasn't attractive. Would Mike just drop me for her? I was just about to start hyperventilating when someone knocked on the door. I ran to open it, hoping it was Mike. Unfortunately, the shorter Mexican was at my front door.

'Hi Vic!' I said, hoping my voice was happy.

'Hey Tony.' He replied.

'Where's Mike?' I asked.

'Mike is already at the restaurant. Now would you please get into the vehicle,' Vic gestured to his car, which was waiting on the curb, 'and I will drive you to your destination.' I laughed out loud at Vic's theatrics.

'Thanks, man.' I say, locking up and wandering out to his car. As I open the door, a single white rose, illuminated by the setting sun, stares me in the face. A short note is attached to the stem.

- From Mike, To Tony.

I sigh inside and slide the rose into my suit pocket. Vic revs the engine and he takes me to the restaurant Mike has picked.

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It's very laidback and relaxed. Just like Mike. It isn't overly romantic with rose petals and candles everywhere, and it isn't a family hangout either. It was an Italian restaurant, too. Fair enough, really. We don't have Italian food at home much. Mike was sitting by himself, drinking some water. He didn't really drink wine or anything fancy. This place didn't look like it was going to start handing out beers either. I walked over to Mike, the butterflies picking up in my stomach. I took a big breath.

'Hey Mike.' I wasn't very loud, it was only a little whisper. I cleared my throat, and tried again.

'Hi Mike.' Mike turned to look up at me and a smile came over his features. He too was dressed in a suit. Come to think of it, so was Vic. His hair was straight and sticking every which way. Even though he was very presentable in his clothing choice, he refused to do anything with his hair. I felt everyone's eyes on us as Mike stood up and kissed me. Not a full on make out, just a peck on the lips as a greeting.

'Hey Tony.' he said, twisting his finger around my braid, which - at the moment - was unlooped from my stretcher.

'Holding back are you? Or just waiting for the party?' I asked. Mike looked a bit confused, so I gestured to his water. He smirked at me.

'I am actually, I want to stay sober for our first date.' The butterflies travelled through my stomach again as he said that. We both sat down and he took my hand and started chatting away.

~Mikey's POV~

Tony was finally here! We had been holding hands through most of our time at the restaurant. I didn't notice as our server brought our food. She placed Tony's pasta in front of him, before turning to me and putting my pasta down. We both thanked her and started eating our meal. Tony finished his mouthfull and said,