It was almost Mike and I’s half year anniversary. Before I had met him, I was working at Hot Topic as a cashier and official shirt restocker. Sure, it wasn’t a scientist or president like I had wanted to be as a child, but I got to interact with people and work at one of my favorite stores. Every morning, I used to wake up to the sound of PTV on the speakers and Gabby, one of my great friends. We used to tease each other about which band was better. She argued for OM&M, but I always had a soft spot for PTV.

That had all changed when Mike freaking Fuentes walked through the door. It was a usual Tuesday afternoon-lazy and empty in the store. The last customer was an hour ago and had bought the newest MIW hoodie that was released. They seemed happy with their purchase.

“Hello? I’m looking for the PTV section?” I looked up from under the counter, peering into the medusa piercing and dark hair. I nearly choked on my gum. He winked at me and I think I swallowed it.

“Oh, sorry sir, but I don’t think we supply that band here.” I winked back at him and pretended to wave him off. He caught onto my joke pretty quickly.

“Oh, are you sure? If you don’t, I guess I’ll have to go check Forever 21.” He sighed and pretended to walk out. I rolled my eyes and resisted breaking down in a fit of bubbly giggles.

“If you’re looking for Justin Bieber or One Direction, you can check our back stocks. They’re VERY popular.” I responded sarcastically. He grinned and walked to the back of the store. Gabby came up to me and started to have a minor fangirl attack.

“Mike Fuentes is here!” She mouthed to me. I put a finger to my lips and hopped on the glass case, swinging my legs and twirling long black hair with red in it.

“So, Gabby, have you heard of PTV? Is their singer hot?” I exclaimed loudly. Gabby gave me a confused, I-know-you-know-this-band-by-heart-stop-being-an-idiot look. I kicked her in the shins and that’s when she caught on.

“Oh sure, but have you seen their guitarist? That man is smokin’.” She responded. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Mike rolling his eyes and pretending to be interested in a Suicide Silence shirt. He cocked his head to the side to catch more of the conversation.

“What’s his name? Jaime?”

“No, that’s the bassist! Come on, Turtle is hot!” Gabby popped the last word before smirking to me.

“Tell me Gab, who else is in the band?” I asked. Mike was now starting to drop into hysterical fits.

“Oh K, but what about their drummer? That’s the REAL hottie.” Gabby swung her thin body up on the counter opposite mine.

“Are you sure? Come on, everyone wants the singer!” I waved the thought away. We were top notch actresses. I don’t know why we weren’t on the Hollywood walk of fame already!

“No, look!” Gabby pretended to show me a picture. It was really just her wallscreen of her and her cat, Muffles.

“Oh man, he is hot!” I awed. Mike was dying on the floor.

“Those piercings…”

“That smile…”

“And all those tattoos!” We finished off together. The Fuentes brother was clutching his stomach and we pretended not to notice him.

“Come on, K. He’ll never notice a nobody like us.” Gabby sighed.

“Yeah, it’s not like he’s RIGHT HERE IN THE STORE.” I cupped my hands around my mouth and called before shaking my head. Mike made his way to the counter, grabbing a new pair of sunglasses.

“Hmm….Do you think this would look good on a rockstar? I mean, I don’t know because I’m not one, but you know…” He barely got our before we all started chuckling. I moved off the counter and rang it up for him.

He slipped me a ten and a piece of paper. I looked at it and back at him with awe. It had ten digits on it.

“I hope this is enough.” He beamed at me. I gave him his change, my own piece of paper and then he walked out.

I saw him every day after. Mike always found an excuse to come in and buy a shirt, wristband, or new tank. Sometimes he found the excuse to window shop, but mostly he wanted to talk to me at the counter. It was the start of a wonderful relationship.

But that was six months ago. Now I was just barely waking up in the tour bus. We were just having fun fooling around a few days before the PTV Summer Kickoff tour. As I turned around, arms wrapped around me and pulled me back down towards the other body.

“Hey, K.” Mike chuckled and kissed my cheek. I wiggled under the blankets as he poked my ribs. I was ticklish there!

“Hello, WhiskyHands.” I yawned. He rubbed my arm gently, giving me another good morning kiss. I snuggled into his chest a bit more.

Tour was really wearing me out. We were all over the place, constantly changing time zones, always on the move. I don’t know how these boys could do it! Mike had noticed it too. I was always that bubbly, happy one. Now, I just felt tired and sometimes cranky when the bus stopped three times in the middle of the night.

“Hey, you know what day it is?” He asked slyly. I turned around to face him. He was wearing the goofiest grin. It was the old Mike I had met six months ago at Hot Topic.

“Mm?” I yawned a question. He held me closer, snuggling into my black and red hair.

“Our six month anniversary.” He said happily. I was a little too tired at the moment to be bursting with joy.

“Already? It seems like you were buying those sunglasses just yesterday.” I chuckled. He rubbed my back soothingly.

“It sure does. You know, we’ve got another rest stop tomorrow, and I have the perfect thing planned. But tonight, I have something better.” He said. I arched an eyebrow in curiosity.

“Reading?”

“Close, but no.”

“Listening to Ghost Town and cuddling?”

“Wonderful, but not quite.”

“What is it?” I whined.

“Patience, K. You’ll find out.” He kissed the tip of my nose. Jaime’s head popped down from the bunk above us. He stuck his tongue out in mock disgust.

“If you two get any cuter I’m gonna puke.” He groaned. I gently smacked his face and he chuckled, getting back into his bunk.

Later that evening…

“YOU KNEW WHAT I WANTED TO DO!” I squealed in delight. Mike pulled out a new DVD he had bought. Vic, Tony, and Jaime had been shoved off the bus for tonight and were drinking at a bar.

“It’s your favorite, I know.” He beamed. It was Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Mike was always complaining that he never got the last full movie, so I was going to buy it for him, but then they were sold out at Walmart! I really wanted to see the last one because I loved the entire series, and I knew that Mike was a Potterhead. It was a win-win for both of us.

“This is why I love you!” I cheered and hopped into his arms. He spun me around before setting me down on the big couch. There was sodas, popcorn, a blanket, and Mike was just putting the DVD in.

As soon as the movie started, Mike scooped me up and put me on his lap. He traced little patterns on my leg. Whatever was on the screen, he drew. Of course, the first thing he traced on my skin was the deathly hallows symbol.

I could’ve sworn that boy was trying to distract me. He kept running his fingers over my arm, making me shiver. He’d plant little kisses on my neck, then pull me down so that I would have to kiss him back to make him shut up and let me watch the movie!

Hey, it was getting good!

“Mikey!” I groaned. It was right when Dobby died! Can’t he have a little respect for the dead? Instead, his lips were attached to the hollow behind my ear, planting a gentle kiss there. I shivered (again!) under his lips.

“Sorry, K.” He wasn’t sorry at all, but it was to make me feel better. I grumbled and snuggled under his chin. He ran his fingers through my hair absentmindedly. Half way through the movie, he paused it. The disc he had bought was one of those two in one things. It had both the first and second parts combined. We just finished the first part and it was barely ten o’clock.

“I have something else to give you.” He smiled, pulling me up. I groaned and followed him to his bunk. He pulled something out. It was a little black box.

How could this night get any more perfect!?

“Oh my gosh, Mike…”

“Wait, Kenia. We’ve been together for six months now. It’s for sure been the best six months of my life. I couldn’t ask for a better girl to be by my side. You’ve stuck with me for this entire time, through concerts, tours, and craziness with the others. I want to give this to you. It’s a promise ring, and I promise that I’m never going to let you go.” He opened up the box and slid the beautiful ring on my finger. It shone with my birthstones inlaid with silver. I gasped, tears coming to my eyes. Before I could react, he swooped me up, pressing his lips against mine urgently, as if he would let me go.

“Mike, it’s wonderful.” I stared at it. He pecked me on the cheek and took my hand. We laid back down to watch the end of the movie.

If there was an Olympic sport for cuddling, we would’ve won-hands down.

As soon as the movie was over, I rolled off of Mike’s chest. He had laid down and I was curled on top of him until the credits of the movie. I might have cried a little when Snape died in the end, but oh well. No one would see me in the dark!

“Hey, let’s go for a walk. I have something important to tell you.” Mike whispered to me softly. I nodded and eagerly followed him out, slipping shoes on. We found a park bench and sat down on it. Swings limply hung in the air, forlorn and lonely under the void of night.

“What did you want to tell me?” I yawned again. I was tired after the movie marathon. It was midnight, but I would stay up as late as Mike needed me to. He looked a little nervous, now that I see him...kind of…

“I’m thinking about leaving the band.” He said after a moment of pause. I stared at him, open mouthed.

“What!?” I gasped. This couldn’t register! Mike loved the drums! It was like he breathed the kicks and toms!

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking….You’re everything to me, Kenia. I haven’t been giving you all I could. I want to devote more time to you. I want to be with you more. I see how much tour wears you out. I see that you’re constantly tired and not your usual, bubbly self. It’s been wearing you down and I don’t want you to get sick of all of us.” He chuckled humorlessly. I stared at him for a good moment.

“Don’t do this, Mike.” I gasped. He looked at me oddly.

“Why? This is for you.” He took my hands. I shook my head a little no.

“Don’t do this Mikey! You love the drums! You love the band! I’d never get sick of you or the others! Yeah, tour wears me out and all, but I can’t imagine you not on stage.” I smiled a little. His face contorted into a mixture of emotions.

“K, do you like me only because I’m in a band?”

“What do you mean Mikey?” I asked him seriously. This was really starting to hurt. Did he not trust me to love him for who he really was!?

“Are you just one of those band fangirls who just wants to sleep with me and then leave?” He stated again, getting more serious. I dropped his hands and stood up.

“No! Mike, I can’t believe you would even say that! I’ve loved you ever since I saw you wear that goofy hat of yours in Hot Topic! I’ve loved you through every tour and would follow you to the ends of the world! I can’t believe you’d say that!” I stated with tears in my eyes. He looked a little hurt as I backed towards the swings.

“K, no I didn’t mean that!” He begged, face softening.

“Then why’d you say that? You know I love you to the moon and back. Why would you think any less?” I whispered, starting to cry.

“No, please….ugh!” He clutched his face in dismay.

“Mike, do you really think I would be like that?” I asked softly. He came over, standing over me. I felt like crawling into a hole.

“I just want you to be happy.” He whispered his only answer. I looked away.

“I’m happy with you. Don’t quit the band because of me. I’m happy with you and only you. I’m happy when I see you on stage. I’m happy when I see you grinning from ear to ear because you’re playing in front of screaming girls and not give a care in the world. I’m happy you have a passion and you stick with it. I’m happy that I can be with you on tour. I’m happy because of that, Mike, not because I’m dating a rockstar.” I told him. Before I could get another word of protest out, he cupped my face I his hands and leaned down to kiss me. It was passionate like the last one, but gentle and soothing. It was as if to say, ‘I’m here and you’re here. That’s all that matters’. When he finally let me go, I collapsed into his chest.

“If that really makes you happy…” He started.

“Don’t leave. Tony wouldn’t know what to do without someone to tease.” I poked his chest. He smiled and ruffled my hair.

“As long as you’re happy, then I’ll do stay.” He whispered to me. Hand in hand, we walked to the bus. “You think you’re following me around on tour, but it’s the opposite. I’m following you wherever you go.”

“To Mars?” I asked.

“And beyond.” He smiled down at me.

“Now, let’s watch Lord of the Rings.” I said and popped in the disc.

“I was just about to suggest that.” He chuckled as we went back to cuddling on the couch.

Notes

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