I saw Vic and Mike walking over to Matty. They leaned in to speak to him. I frowned as Matty shook his head. Mike looked over at me and I raised my eyebrows. He shrugged and went back to Matty. I gestured for him to come over and he looked down. I crossed my arms across my chest and turned. I walked inside and saw Mom cooking in the kitchen. "Hello, sweetheart," Mom smiled.
"Hi," I replied.
"Everything okay?"
"Sure," I shrugged.
"What's wrong?" she asked seriously. "It wasn't your gran bringing up your family in Spain at breakfast?"
"No," I laughed. "It's Mike,"
"Do you want to tell me?" she asked and I nodded.
"He's been asking questions,"
"Hmm . . . Yes," she nodded.
"Has he asked you anything?"
"He asked how you were at high school,"
"Did you tell him?" I asked urgently.
"No," she frowned. The door opened and Matty walked in. He joined us. I raised my eyebrows at him and he sighed tiredly.
"The Mexicans have just interrogated me," he muttered.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Quizzing me about your school days,"
"Did you tell them how I was?" I rushed.
"No," he shook his head. "Hang on a minute! You haven't told Mike?" Matty asked disbelievingly.
"He doesn't need to know," I shrugged.
"He's told you loads of bad stuff from when he was younger. I know because you've told me,"
"I think you should tell him, love. He'll only find out," Mom reasoned.
"How do I tell him?" I sighed. "By the way Mike, I spent my high school years causing shit-"
"Language-" Mom warned.
"-Everywhere I went," I finished.
"He was asking if you used to smoke or take drugs in high school," Matty added.
"And you said no," I said hopefully.
"I said sometimes,"
"What?" I groaned. "Matty,"
"Sorry, Kay',"
"We need to talk before he leaves me," I groaned. I walked out of the door. I found Mike with Vic and hurried over to them. Mike was facing the road so I wrapped my arms around his waist. I kissed his back through his shirt and heard him sigh. "I need to talk to you," I said.
"I'll go," Vic smiled.
"Thanks," I told him.
"What do you want?" Mike asked. He turned around to face me. I wrapped my arms around his neck. Mike walked me over to the huge tree in our garden. He picked me up by my waist and sat me on a low branch, so we were at eye level. "What's up?" Mike muttered.
"I want you, Mike," I breathed.
"Seriously," he muttered.
"Sing a song about me Whiskey Hands," I gasped breathlessly.
"No," he replied flatly. I took Mike's hat from my head. I smiled lightly and placed it on his head. I tucked his hair behind his ear then kissed his cheek gently.
"You probably think everything up to the point of you meeting me I made up," I said.
"Kind of," he shrugged.
"You pissed with me?" I asked carefully.
"I was honest with you. I told you everything,"
"I know," I muttered. "But I thought if you knew you wouldn't like me anymore,"
"What?" Mike frowned.
"I ran with a bad crowd. That's true. But it was different. There was Matty, me and Tara. Then there was Mitch, Dave and H. We wanted different things,"
"What did they want?" he asked.
"The opposite to us. We wanted to go places, despite being with them. And they wanted to fuck stuff up. I guess they rubbed off on us. They just wanted to get high, drunk, fight and get laid," I explained.
"What happened?"
"Well, Matty was the first to get away. He moved and his music thing started going. Tara tried to get away, but look where that got her. I got out when Mitch went to prison. I broke up with him for good when he was charged. Dave and H gave up on trying to get to me after a month,"
"So it was Mitch?"
"It was always Mitch," I agreed. "I wasn't a very nice person back then,"
"I bet Matty disagrees with that,"
"Matty made me nice. When I was with the others though . . . I seemed to change,"
"I want you to promise me you won't try to see him again," Mike said.
"Why would I?" I gasped.
"Look, I don't give a shit about what you did. I started an illegal fucking skateboard company. So what. I care about now and now I don't want you seeing that asshole,"
"I promise," I told him. He leant in to kiss me. I held him close to me and kissed him urgently. Mike laughed and kissed me back. I took off his hat so I could kiss him better. We broke away and I just looked at him gently. "Your mom phoned me not long ago," I told him.
"Do we have to talk about my mother when I'm having these thoughts about you?"
"She's brought a folder,"
"What do mean a folder?"
"Wedding planning is go. She says she doesn't want me to stress, what with being on tour. So she's sorting everything,"
"Are you okay with that?"
"Yeah," I nodded. "Her and Mom have started Skyping,"
"That's cool," he nodded.
"Do you want to get married?" I asked cautiously.
"Of course I do!" he laughed. "I wouldn't have asked if I didn't. I want to wake up next to you and know,"
"Know what?" I teased.
"That you're my property," he smirked.
"I ain't your property, motherfucker!" I exclaimed in my 'ghetto' voice.
"You will be," he replied smoothly.
"Oh hell no!"
"You really miss Alan don't you?" he asked and I nodded. "You're seeing him in a few days,"
"I know," I smiled. "I'm asking him to be my usher,"
"Kay'," Mike groaned. "How many times? The groom has a best man and ushers. The bride has maid of honour and bridesmaids,"
"Well," I huffed, "I'll ask him to be my bridesmaid,"
"So how many now?"
"Matty is my best man. Then Abby is maid of honour. And my bridesmaids are your two little cousins, my cousin and Alan," I explained.
"You realise that Alan will have to walk down the aisle with one of my ushers,"
"Who have you asked or are going to?"
"Jaime, Tony, my brother, and your little cousin," he explained. "And Vic will be at the front with me,"
"Matty is walking me down," I told him.
"Okay," he nodded.
"We should make Tony walk down with Alan,"
"Listen to us wedding planning," I giggled.
"Leave the important shit to the mom's," he thought.
"Good idea," I grinned.

Notes

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