Nothing After Midnight

Krista Jenkins had an great life. She was great in school, she was great at sports, and she was great at singing. Despite all these accomplishments, she felt that she was just another face in the crowd.

Until she met the one person that would change her life forever.


18. Always

A/N: Another chapter! I hope you all like it! Thanks for reading!

Krista's POV

Mikey doesn't back away, horrified, as I thought he would. No, he does quite the opposite. He wraps his arms around me and deepens the kiss.

At this point, I regain control of myself again. I back away slowly, before stopping and rocking on my heels. I don't dare to look around. Especially up, where I'm sure Mikey is looking at me. I can feel people's stares burning into my skin, stunned by what just happened.

"Krista." The voice of Michael brings me back to reality after a few minutes. I force myself to look up, embarrassment running through me as well as exhilaration.

But he doesn't look mad. Or humiliated. Or like he regrets that we kissed. He seems happy.

I turn away, finally glancing around the room. Luke sat on a black couch, his long legs stretched out. He looked completely different than the last time I saw him. He didn't look like a kid anymore. He had grown out a beard, and he looked very much like his brother, Jack. But his piercing blue eyes were the exact same the last time I saw him. They were still the same from the night Sofie died; kind of broken, but mended a bit.

Then I saw Cal and Alyssa. Cal didn't look much different, except for his hair and tattoos. He was also way more muscular. He looked like a man. He had one arm wrapped around Alyssa's shoulders.

I had talked to Alyssa often on FaceTime. She had the same shoulder length brown-blonde hair, and the same blue eyes. She looked excited to see me.

Ashton sat on another couch, and I almost thought that is wasn't him, until I saw his hazel eyes. He had longer hair that was past his ears, and it was ridiculously curly. It was obvious that he didn't flat iron it anymore. Muscles were apparent underneath his black t-shirt. As soon as he saw me eye to eye, he let out his crazy giggle that he'd always had.

"Hey guys." I smile at all of my old friends, and my stomach churns. I missed them.

They all greet me back, and I return to Eva's side. I keep my head down, blood still rushing to my cheeks from my humiliation. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Mikey take a step forward, his hand reaching out, but he almost immediately backs up and lowers his arm.

But before I can comprehend anything, Mikey is directly behind me.

"Krista," He whispers, his voice soft and warm against my neck, his hot breath stirring the hairs on the back of my neck. My head whips around to face him.

"Can we talk in private?" Mikey asks. I can't help but notice that his breath smelled like peppermints.

I nod, and Mikey hurries out of the room, with me in tow.

He takes me to a hidden backstage room. It had dark gray floors and lighter gray brick walls, and red beams cut across it. It had no furniture.

Once inside, Mikey shut the door behind us, flipping on the light switch. The room seemed older than the rest of the building, some of the lights not working.

I opened my mouth to speak, but Mikey was already pressing his lips onto mine. His kisses were soft, but had a sense of extreme desire in them, as if he had been waiting forever for this exact moment.

When I got a chance to breathe, I pulled away, taking a step back. Michael leaned in for more, but I raised my hand, pressing it on his chest. He looked at me, slight disappointment in his green irises. God, his eyes were stunning. They were the color of the rolling green sea. After a moment, he asked, with a bit of a tremble in his voice, "Did I do something wrong?"

Guilt runs through me. "No, Mikey, it's not you." I pause, searching for the words. "Well, it's kind of you, but mostly me. I mean, we've just seen each other for the first time since... since that day." At the words "that day", Mikey's expression darkened.

"And we just made out in front of friends, people that I haven't seen just as long as you..." I mutter.

"Look, Krista, I made a mistake. A serious one. You should never forgive me. But I never loved her; not one bit. I've always had eyes for only one girl." Mikey says, his voice full of meaning.

"Who is this girl?" I ask, even though I already knew the answer.

"You, love. Always."

A/N: Mista is back!!! Thank you all for reading this dumb story I took up in my free time. I cannot believe we have 14k reads!!! Love you all!

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