stand back debbie downer!

   “shh, you love it.” he replied in response to her grumble, toying with her hair as they walked. he was already falling back into the groove of things with jess, glad that even though they were in a different place, they could still be themselves. that was the part making him happy. “yeah.. they’re like fat fries. i think? i saw someone eating it earlier.” mike shrugged, smiling. “i think i need to be more cultured in other countries for when i become this big political superstar, y’know?” glancing around, he pointed towards the first place he saw, slowly moving towards it. he was just trying to get her opinion on it, his hesitance all routed in the fact he was waiting on a comment from jessica about the appearance of the place.

     jess raised a brow. she was already beyond perplexed. “fat fries?” the blonde burst out laughing again. “you know they say they all make fun of us for being fatties but then we’ve got them serving their own citizens fat fries. maybe they’re not as salty which makes it a little healthier.” she nodded her head at mike’s suggestion, nuzzling into him a little more. things felt so much better with mike at her side. almost as if that winter night never happened, almost. “oh right, mr. future president. wouldn’t you wanna get cultured somewhere else? i mean i guess you didn’t have much of a choice.”

“i wouldn’t know about those accents, but i can understand accents being hard to understand.”

“i mean, where are you from anyways? there’s no way you haven’t heard of them once.”

   “uh.. yeah.” it wasn’t his way of asking her out — but he knew she was just fucking with him. “i’m in the mood for yooou.” mike teased, shaking his head as if he was joking before his arm gently rested around her shoulders. having her next to him was making him beyond happy, he was almost positive that his smile wasn’t going to leave his face. “england is notorious for fish and.. chips.. right?? maybe we should do that.” it meant they could just sit about for like ten minutes. “unless you want to sit down and eat an actual meal… an actual date.”

    jess rolled her eyes. even after all this time, mike was still annoying as fuck. but she still loved it, no matter how much she chose to deny it. “shut up,” she grumbled in response. honestly jess had never heard of fish and chips. like were the chips actually chips or were they fries? some people said chips were crisps and fries were chips and that always got on her nerves. why the hell can’t america and the uk come up with universal names for things? “i mean i’ve never had fish and chips. and i’m assuming the chips are fries but we could you know...get that as an appetizer and then...do something else?” she suggested.

    if any of them went through HELL the most, it was jess. she was there by herself for the majority of it, probably scared out of her wits. he was just beyond thankful that she had passed out and was safe. jessica riley was strong though. and this just proved it. “you don’t ever have to repay it.. i was just doing the right thing.” he was looking at her as if that was an insane thing to say, partially amused that she thought that. “you think i was letting go off my girl that quickly? nah. i’d go to the end of the earth for you, jess.”  it wasn’t something to doubt considering he was scared out of his wits when he chased after her. placing a small kiss against her forehead, mike let out a happy exhale. he didn’t care that they were embracing on the street, it was the least of his worries. “i’m here so no getting emotional.. please.” a pause. “you hungry??”

    the blonde actually found herself giggling. mike brought out the best in her. “i’ll never forget it. if you hadn’t come, i might’ve died. i almost died in the mines anyway if it weren’t for matt.” talking about it again wasn’t easy for jess. no matter how much her therapist told her otherwise. god, it felt so nice to be with mike again. and she’d repeat it for as long as she needed to. at the prospect of getting something to eat, her eyebrow arched. “michael munroe, is this your subtle way of asking me on a date?” she asked incredulously. she stood on her toes to plant a kiss on his cheek. “if so, i happily accept. what are you in the mood for?”

“why’d you call them annoying?

“i mean it’s kind of hard to understand them when you’ve spent your entire life in america and canada.”

    the 6′2′’ male was just clinging to her, tugging at her clothes in effort to get her closer even though that was basically impossible. “i’m here.” michael whispered in response, pulling away from the embrace. there was no doubt in his mind that he had to chase after jessica when everything went down, he wasn’t going to leave her. did he give up on her in the end? yeah. he thought she was dead. that was one of the things he was still trying to come to terms with.. he thought he lost his girlfriend. hell, he even blamed josh about killing her. his hands moved to her face, letting his thumb gently brush across some of the scarring on her skin with a smile. “you’re the first i’ve seen..” he knew it would only be a matter of time before the others showed up, unless it was simply fate that these two were with each other. “you’re all i care about right now.“

      jess exhaled shakily. she didn’t expect herself to get emotional. it was so hard for her to even try and get over that night. therapy sessions helped but every time she tried to forget things she’d wake up with terrible nightmares. “mike,” she repeated his name for what felt like the thousandth time, even if it might’ve been only the second. “you came for m e. how can i ever repay you for that?” she felt like she’s said that a thousand times before once again, but all she cared about right now that she was with mike. the much shorter blonde found herself staring into his eyes, cheeks heating up ever so slightly. after all this time he still made her feel like a million bucks. “i’m just...so emotional and happy to see you now.”

      mike was still beyond confused as to how he was in london of all places. after everything that happened on what was supposed to be a relaxing night at the washington lodge, his parents were determined to keep mike as guarded and close to them as they could which was beyond surprising. he was the one basically looking after everyone as much as he could and to say he was messed up from that night was a understatement. he still had horrible daydreams, intense nightmares, and it always sent him over the edge. he shouldn’t have been glad to get away from his family in an unknown city, but he really was. moving out of some of the stores in oxford, mike froze as he spotted the blonde. HIS BLONDE. and without thinking, he darted towards her. “hun??” he whispered, giving her no time to react to his voice as he lifted her into his arms. he hadn’t seen her much after everything — between their families and the police, it was always hard to meet up with her. but she had to have known he was there for her whenever she needed. they were dating, for god sake… mike L O V E D jess. “jessica.. w-what are you doing here!?”

@snowbvllqueen

   jess was supposed to be dead. or was she? that cold winter night forever haunted her dreams. and she didn’t really know that what was real or fake. she did know that in london, she was alive and well. nothing could hurt her after everything that happened in the mines, oh god--the mines. the fact that a BEAST took her away. whatever the hell it was, it dragged her through the snow and down into the dark depths near washington lodge. but mike, mike came for her. he couldn’t stop the elevator from plummeting her fifty feet down but he cared enough to go after her. seeing him brought immense relief. “mike...” she breathed out, finally registering that she was in his arms. there was no monster to drag her away. “oh my fucking god, i don’t know...i'm just as clueless as everyone i've spoken to. but you're here. that makes things a thousand times better.” she forced herself to smile even if it hurt her. she missed the days she could smile without a care. “have you seen anyone else? if we’re here, maybe the rest of our friends have shown up too."

“what in the kriffing hells is this place?”

Spray can in hand, Mal admired her latest work of art” a giant silhouette her mother’s famous horns and cape with the words “Long Live Evil” across the chest. “What do you think?”

“long live evil, that’s cute--but why?”

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