( Mike's P.O.V )

It's been about two or so days since that chucklefuck left my house, I had taken Friday off and it was now the weekend. Good riddance.

Who cheats, I mean what's the point? If you want to be happy, get with someone who makes you happy.

You shouldn't feel the need to cheat. But whatever, what's done is done, jeez, it's like 4:30, there has been a lot of racket in the garage, it's irritating. Might be a coon, they have been in my area lately.

Insomnia is a bitch, can't ever sleep regardless of how fucking tired I am, guess that's part of the reason I took the nightshift, heh. Come to think of it, this might just all be a lucid dream. I think that's the word anyways.

( Foxy's P.O.V )

I need to let Mike know I'm in here, after all I am kind of invading here. That being said, I creep silently through the door of the garage, using tip toes to go across the carpeted floor. I move along the hall, my eyes being my only source of light at this point. I peer into Schmidt's room, he appears as if he is asleep. Maybe I can.. no no, that'd be idiotic. Then again, I don't think I'd get the opportunity to do so again. Frick it.

I curl into a little ball at Mike's feet, lying down, feeling happy and content at Mikey's feet. My eyes close, just as I hear Mike yell and roll off the side of the bed. Oh dear, he landed face first, he was knocked out.. he also had a bloody nose. Panicked, I lift him up over my shoulder before laying him back in his spot upon the bed. This was terrible, I never intended this whatsoever! I force myself calm, seeing the blood seep down his face, I just begin to rapidly lick his face out of sheer panic. It cleaned his face, as I tilted his head back slightly so no more would come out. I then just lay down, resting my head on his chest, seeing as I could do nothing else at this point.

I lay alert for several hours, seeing as well, I couldn't sleep. But it was better than sleep if I got to spend time with someone I cared about. Ugh, now I sound like cheesy bullshit. The clock on the wall read 3:13, I got on up, going slowly and silently to the kitchen, deciding to do something decent for a change. Thankfully, I could pour cereal and milk, even with just one hand. I brought the bowl with a fork to Mike's room. I would've used a spoon, but none were clean as of then. After 10 minutes, I heard Mike's bed creak along with a groan from him. I ran to get to the garage again, but I tripped and fell into the wall.

Frick.