I Want You In The Most Unromantic Ways
(Alternate Sequel to Thanks For Nothing)
Chapter Sixty Seven♥


I knew I shouldn't have been so harsh with Jaime, but I couldn't help but feel it was partly
his fault as well for not calling earlier or making Tony call.
Since I was frustrated, I decided to call Mitch and ask him to drive me to the bar that
was close to his house.
He agreed, relieved that I finally called him back, and within 20 minutes we were at
the bar chugging back a few beers.
"Dakota, you better slow it down," Mitch warned.
I glared at him and he shook his head, laughing at my expression.
"Let's go, you're too wasted to even function."
I didn't resist him leading me towards the door, and I went willingly.
He buckled me into his car and began driving to his house.
"What do you call a cow with no legs?" Mitch asked to break the silence.
"What?" I asked, my head lolling to the side to look at him.
"Ground beef."
Even though it was corny, in my drunken state, I couldn't help but laugh.
And by laugh, I mean screeching and hacking and constantly wiping tears from my eyes.
"Wow, okay.. Yeah, Dee you're really out of it. Let's just get you to bed," he suggested.
He let me grab his arm for support as he led me upstairs to his room and I plopped down
on his bed, patting the space beside me, suggesting him to lay with me.
He layed down next to me and I moved closer, nuzzling my nose into his shoulder.
It reminded me of all the times we used to spend nights at each other's houses.
We layed in comfortable silence and not too much later I fell asleep curled up next to him.
In all honesty, I would rather it be Tony but it is what it is.

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--Jaime's POV--

After our show tonight we would be on our way to Chicago to see Dakota the day before
our other concert there.
I frowned at the thought, wondering what was going to happen.
Why did Tony always have to be starting things with her?
Why couldn't he just ignore all the other girls like he usually does and just be with Dee?
She really deserves a hell of a lot more.
I mean, I could be that pe-
No, that's Tony.
"Hey Jaime, you okay?" Mike asked.
I looked up from the floor and over to him sitting next to me in the back lounge with a controller resting in his hands.
He looked concerned so I threw a smile on my face and said, "Just zoned out."
He smirked and turned back to his game.
Just as I relaxed into the couch, Tony walked.
Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear..
Well, in this case think of the devil.
He nodded to me and I just smiled a bit at him as he plopped down next to me.
"Got my new phone," he mentioned.
I just nodded and watched Mike kill zombies.
I propped my feet up on the little table we had by the couch and closed my eyes.
I hope he doesn't mention-
"So, have you heard from Dakota?" Mike asked him.
"Uh, not yet man," he informed us.
"Well, I'm off to get lunch," Mike announced.
I put my fist in the air and he bumped it as he passed me.
I smiled, my eyes still shut firmly, and then got up, popping my eyelids open.
Tony was staring at me so I patted him on the shoulder and walked to my bunk.
Let's see what tomorrow had in store.

 




A/N:
I'm contemplating on whether or not to end this soon.
Like officially and properly end it and perhaps start another story.