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Mike's point of view.

I woke up to my phone going off like crazy. I quickly answered the call without bothering to check on the caller ID.

"Hello" I stated.

"Hey Mike get your lazy ass down here!" Paulo half yelled from the other end of the phone.

"Fine. Give me a minute" I said exhausted.

I cut the connection and shuffled to the bathroom to clean up a bit. I took a look at my face in the mirror and instantly regretted it. My eyes were swollen and red from last night and I had bags under my eyes. I splashed some ice cold water on my face to wake me up and to try to clear my face up a bit. It half worked for both things. I threw on a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans, and put everything else in my duffle bag.

As I shuffled down the stairs I stared thinking about what I would do when I got back home. I stopped by the receptionist and checked out of the hotel then went out side to look for Paulo. It didn't take me long to find Paulo's crimson red Mustang in the parking lot of black Chevy trucks.

"Hey"I said, waving at him.

"Hey. Bag in the back." He pointing to the back on the car.

"How the hell did you afford a car like that?" I asked him.

"By working" he said.

"Not what I met" I stated.

"Sorry, I don't talk money with people unless there are customers" he said in the same tone, as he went to the drivers seat.

"Customers?" I asked him.

"Yea I partially own a car dealership" he said.

"Who owns the other half?" I asked.

"Stop asking questions or we'll run out of things to talk about on the way back" he said in a voice filled with agitation.

"Fine" I said getting in on the passenger side door.


*4 hours latter* Paulo's point of view.

It took four hours of talking to get Mike to fall to sleep, so now my plan could go into action. When I left my apartment, I also left Tess a note saying that I was going down to Rickter to Pick Mike up and bring him back up to Roseville. Along with that note I left , there was another asking her to get everyone together at Mike's parent's house, where I would drop Mike off, and set up a surprise party so that he could forget about whatever was getting him so upset, and to set it up as his homecoming.

I picked up my phone and scrolled downy list of contacts till I saw the one that I wanted and hit call.

"Pick up. Pick up. Pick up." I muttered under my breath.

"Hello" came the voice that I had grown accustomed to hearing most mornings.

"Hey Tess," I said into the receiver, "how are things going?" I asked.

"On pretty good aside from the fact that I have to design and put together an entire homecoming party in a couple of hours!" I heard her yell from the other end.

"Look. I'm sorry but I ran out of time" I said putting as much sincerity into my voice as possible.

"It's OK I had nothing to do today anyway. Just wish you had given me more time to set it up" she replied.

"I couldn't, Mike called me out of the blue and asked me to pick him up, so I didn't have a lot of time" I explained.

"OK then, why did he call you?" She asked.

"I don't know," I stated dryly, "but I hope to get some answers"

"I hope so, I want to know what would make him desperate enough to call you for help" she teased.

"Ha ha very funny" I sated in a dry, slightly annoyed tone.

"I'm serious, you guys haven't been on the best of terms since your sophomore year. I just think it's odd that he called you instead of Sue, Abbey, McCain or Daisy" she said.

"I know. I think it's weird to" I said, "but I can't get him to open up, he's locked up tighter than a misers purse"

"Sound like it, I never heard of Mike acting like this" she said in a older sister caring kind of way.

After I thought about it I remember Mike freaking out when I mentioned Sandy.

"I think Sandy has something to do with this"I said.

"Of course she does, all of Mike's problems come from girls" She said like she was stating a fact from a text book.

"That's true" I replied with a bored tone.

"Anyway, the party is about half way done, so try to stall as much as you can" she said seriously.

"How?" I asked her.

"I don't know take him out to eat or something, who knows you might get lucky and Mike will use you as a rebound" she said.

"Ha ha very funny,"I said dryly,"but in all seriousness I'm worried about him.

"I know how you feel. he's kinda like a little brother to me" she said softly.

"I'll call you when we're an hour away" I said.

"OK then see ya later" she replied.

"Yeah, see ya" I said as the line went dead.


About an hour later I pulled into some random steakhouse parking lot. I shook Mike's shoulder trying to wake him. When he was awake I told him that he looked like he needed something to eat. He just nodded and followed me into the restaurant.

As we walked into the steakhouse, a waitress with black fur and grey stripes welcomed us.

"How many?" she asked.

"Two" I said in a nonchalant manor.

"OK then, follow me" she said as she grabbed two menus and walked to a table in the back of the restaurant.

"A waiter will be around for your drinks" she said as she placed our menus on the table, she then walked away to deal with another customer.

"What are you talking about?" he asked me.

'Really Mike? Trying to play dumb.' I thought, "Stop the idiot act Mike, it's written on your face clear as day that there is something wrong" I said quietly so no one would hear me.

"Can we not do this now?" Mike asked.

"I don't know, will you tell me what's bugging you?" I replied.

"Yes, I will" he said so quietly, I could barely hear him.

"I'll hold you to that" I said.


When we got back onto the interstate, I started interrogating Mike.

"OK, first of all I already know this has something to do with Sandy, so you might as well just tell me her part in this first" I said.

Mike took a shaky breath and began, he told me how his friend had driven him to her house, how he caught the other guy in her bedroom and how he chased him down and got the truth from him.

'Holy shit! No wonder he's so depressed' I though as he finished telling the story.

"Hey Mike, you know all of us are there for you if you need us" I said, in some futile attempt to comfort him.

"Yeah, I know" he said, if possible, looking even worse than from before he told me.

After a couple more hours we were at the entrance to Roseville.

I looked over and asked Mike where he wanted me to drop him off. As I predicted, he asked me to take him to his parents house. I smirked a little as my plan began to slowly unfold, now I just hoped that Tess was able to prepare the whole thing in time. I quickly sent her a text saying that Mike and myself were going to be there in roughly ten minuets. I couldn't answer her reply because I was already driving, 'Please be done' I though as we neared Mike's house. I tensed as we drove closer to the house. I'm no psychic, so I don't know how Mike would react. Would he enjoy the party and try to move on, or would he just stay in his own personal hell.

'I'm thinking to much of it. Everything will go as planned, Mike will enjoy the party, he'll move on, and I'll have someone to hangout with on my days off!' My hopeful side though.

'You know he's probably going to get a job and not have time to goof of with you, and he will probably need a few days at the least to get over Sandy, but considering how much he loved her, it'll probably take much longer' my annoyingly logical side concluded.

'Wait. Did I just get a little devil and angle like in some kids carton movies?' I asked myself.

'More like an illogical hopeful side and a logical side' the logical side replied, sounding a lot like Sue.

'You're such a downer' the hopeful side said, sounding like Daisy.

'Am I going crazy?' I asked them.

'I don't know, I think it's just some shitty plot device for the author to change your actions without completely screwing with your personality' the logical Sue voice replied.

'I didn't know we could break the fourth wall' the hopeful Daisy voice replied.

'Wait what the hell is going on?' I asked them.

'Pay more attention to your driving, you're almost at Mike's parent's house' the Sue voice snapped.

They continued to have a conversation of their own, but I wasn't paying attention to it, as I returned my attention to the road, I noticed that Mike was shaking my shoulder.

"Paulo are you OK, you kinda spaced out their for a minuet" he said.

"Yeah I'm fine" 'But I might need to get a psych evaluation' I thought.

As I pulled into the driveway I couldn't stop thinking that this was gonna fail, and that Mike would remain depressed a lot longer that he really needed to.

"Thanks for the ride" Mike said in a tired, groggy voice as he grabbed his duffle bag and got out of the car.

"No problem" I replied. I looked at the dashboard, it read 8 pm, it took us a lot longer than it should have, but we hit a lot of traffic on the way up here.

"Let me help you with that" I said as I got out of the car and grabbed the duffle bag.

"Thanks" Mike replied, with the same tired and groggy voice he had used for most of the trip.

When Mike began to open the door, I quickly ran through almost every scenario of this that I could, and most didn't end well.


A/N Sorry about my crappy cliffhanger, but the party deserves it's own chapter.

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