A/N Hello lovelies! I'm sorry it's literally been years since I updated this, but if you're still around I hope you like it. Let me know what you think and I'll be better at updating! Promise.

"Rachel, I think you've finally lost it," Michael said to his friend as she threw more piles of clothes at him. He thankfully caught one of his ski boots before it hit him over the head. "Rachel!" He shouted and she finally turned to look at him with a hanger in her mouth and another hooked to the front of her dress. A dress that Michael had called a shirt when she first showed him. 

"What?" She asked around the hanger. "I'm almost finished."

"Be careful." Michael scolded her while shaking the boot at her. She responded with a roll of her eyes and a shake of her hips. "Crazy Rache!" Michael tossed his ski boot onto the growing pile of clothes and laid back on his bed with a sigh. 

"Perfect!" She flung the two hangers at him, followed by his best dress shoes. "Ouch!" He yelped as one of the shoes bounced off his chest. "Watch it!"

"Don't be such a baby and get dressed." Rachel jumped on top of Michael and he let out a harsh breath. "You are just so cute when you're pouting." She ruffled his colored hair with her fingers, being careful to make sure her many rings didn't get tangled. "Better. Now go." She rolled off him and crossed her legs. She grabbed her book that she had on the nightstand table that she had claimed as hers as soon as Michael had moved in. There was always at least one book on top of it and lipgloss, chapstick, and chocolate inside it among other trinkets.

"This is not going to end well." He offered up as he picked up the items she had picked out for him. He cocked a dark eyebrow at her and released a breath. "A vest?"

"You look great in vests." She turned the page in her book, but she was still watching him closely. Waiting from him to jump into action. "Hurry."

"Or," Michael quickly yanked the book out of her hands and landed with his head on her stomach. "We could just stay in and you'll read while I draw."

"No." Rachel said primly with the edge of stubbornness that no one had never been able to beat. "Go."

"Fine." He teasingly bit his friend's side wishing that it was more than just a friend thing. But still, there was nothing. He finally gave up and got up as she squirmed away and picked the items up again. 

"We have three bars on the list." She called through the door as he changed in the hallway. Michael chuckled as he got changed. He could see her in his mind, thumbing through her book as she planned our adventure. She was always great at being out in the middle of the world while Michael was far better off on the side, watching. She never let him stay out of it for too long though. They took turns staying in and going out. They had the best of friendships, except for the fact that Rachel was in love with him. That, and the fact that Michael was in love with a mystery guy he had never seen or met.

Rachel pushed the door open and looked Michael up and down. She wished that she could just kiss him already and know that they'd be together like this always. Instead, she smiled and stepped out of his room into the hallway where he was standing. 

"Beautiful!" She sang before going up on her toes to kiss his cheek with her black lips. "Oops." She blushed and wiped at the mark that she had made on his skin, wishing that it could stay. "We should put makeup on you sometime."

"No," Michael told her even as he thought that it could be fun to try out. Not much though and not often, just maybe a bit around his eyes to make them pop more.

"It'll happen," She said and they both knew it would. Rachel tended to get what she wanted, eventually. "But tonight is about hunting our man down. I must find him!"

"And why do you think he'll be at one of the three places?" Michael asked her as he took her wallet from her to tuck into his pocket along with his credit card and ID. 

Her lipstick went into his vest pocket with a pat after she reapplied it and she winked. "Because I did my research." She loved research when it didn't relate to actual schooling. She had considered even becoming a scientist or journalist to do research, but she just couldn't do it when there was a grade attached. Instead, she was a fashion design major with a minor in accounting. 

"You've said that before." Michael pointed out and picked his keys up from the bowl on the table next to the front door. He could hear the night sounds of the city as Rachel opened the door. He just wanted to go back inside or at least grab my camera. 

"No camera." She pushed him out the door and fluffed his blue hair again. She had seen the artist's spark in his eyes. "Perfect. You're going to get hit on so much tonight." She locked the door and dropped Michael's keys into his front pocket.

He wrapped his arms around his best friend, pulling her against him. He was tall enough that his chin was able to rest on the top of her hair after he slouched just a bit. "You know, you're the only one for me."

"Damn straight." She laughed and held onto his arms tightly before finally releasing him and stepping away towards the busy street. "Now, remember we are not out for fun tonight. We are on a mission!" She threw her arms out in front of her and twirled. "We shall find Narnia boy."

"Or we'll get drunk trying!" Michael joined in her excitement. She smacked him and he caught her hand. They linked fingers like they did so often and walked towards the first stop. 

"You know his voice well enough right?" She asked me as they got in line behind a group of girls that were barely in high school. She dropped Michael's hand because she knew it wasn't them actually holding hands. She had started doing it thinking that he would suddenly admit that he loved her, but instead, they just treated it like it was normal. 

"Of course I do." Micheal rolled his perfect eyes and tapped his temple. "Steel trap remember."

"Oh yeah," She wiggled her fingers at him. "The steel trap."

"Hey, I'm the one who aced all of our tests." He cocked an eyebrow at her just as someone rammed into him from behind. He caught himself by using Rachel's shoulders. She looked under his arm to see what had happened. 

"Fuck off!" She yelled at the very drunk guy who fell against them again. "Security! Do they pay you to actually do something?" She made eye contact with the enormous, probably pro football player standing at the door with his arms crossed. He saw us and then took a deep breath. 

"Shit." Michael smiled at the guy and made a circle with his finger while mouthing crazy hoping that it would keep him from ramming into them like a truck.

"I'm not crazy!" Rachel shoved her idiot friend. He was always trying to stop confrontations. "Thick head!" She pointed at the bull of a man. "Do something!"

"Oh, I will." The man stomped towards them and Michael felt the earth shake with every step. "Get out!" He grabbed them both by the scruff of their necks causing Rachel's many necklaces to clank loudly. Then he threw them both towards the street. Michael wasn't a big guy but he was big enough that he hadn't been lifted off his feet in a very long time. He did not like the feeling.

"Are you kidding me?" Rachel turned around looking like a feisty kitten. "That dick over there was the problem, you lugnut!"

"Rach," Michael hissed at her. Sure the guy probably wouldn't hurt her but he was looking Michael up and down, getting ready for a fight. He was definitely going to kill him.

"Fred!" A voice called out over the noise of the cheers coming from the people in line waiting to see Micahel's ass get kicked. "What's going on?"

Before Fred could respond Rachel threw her hand up in front of him. "This dumbass was kicking us out of line after my friend and I were assaulted by that drunk guy over there."

"We're really sorry." Michael grabbed Rachel's arm and tried to pull her back. "We'll go."

"No," the guy stepped into the streetlight and they got a better look at him. Michael's jaw dropped and he for once didn't care who saw. He had on a smooth, black suit with a silky red shirt underneath. His eyes looked like they had makeup but Michael knew without a doubt that it was just natural beauty. At the same time, he looked like he was a hitman. Hot but dangerous. "You two seem fun."

"We are," Rachel linked her arm with Michael's and smiled at the man. Her eyes were big. She was attracted to him. She wanted him.

"Why don't you join me then?" He held his arm out ushering them to go with him. "Fred, please dispose of the drunk guy." 

"Of course." Fred looked and sounded pissed. Michael patted his pants, checking to make sure his ID was still in his pocket worried that maybe Fred had stolen it and planned to come to kill him at home. He really needed to talk to Rachel about pissing people off, especially people who were bigger than him. 

"My name is Wreck," The man said as he ushered them inside.

"He can wreck me," Rachel joked and elbowed Michael in the side.