Disclaimer: I do not own anyone from MCR (unfortunately) although the plot and storyline is mine. I do not accept anonymous reviews, and if you don't like it, don't read it.
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Mikey's POV:
No, no, no, no, this can't be happening. It's just an image from my overactive imagination. They weren't… they couldn't be…they're not. There's no way they were, I'm worse than those stupid Frerard rumour spreaders. They were probably just lying on the bed and Gerard rolled over. Fuck! They must have realised what I was thinking when I ran out, how the fuck am I going to face them?
Mikey was running blindly, not concentrating on where he was going, only on his thoughts, he realised that he must have jumped to conclusions, he certainly wasn't looking where he was going when…
"Ouch!" He ran into Bob, knocking him to the floor and landing on top of him.
"Dude, watch where you're going." Bob said, looking amused. "Anyway, where were you off to in such a rush?" Mikey squirmed, "Nowhere, I was just…" He tailed off.
Bob was staring at him. Really, really intensely.
"What." Mikey said uncertainly. He struggled in vain to get up, but his left arm was caught underneath Bob, and Bob wasn't moving.
"What is it Bob, do I have something on my face?"
Bob smiled "You know what Mikey,"
"You have beautiful eyes."
Sorry this is such a short chapter, but this thing/ person/weirdo/pseudo-knife-wielding-maniac kept blocking me, I will update as soon as possible, please review, because they remind me. (I confess, I check my email more than I think about writing chapters, but hey, I'm only human…
I think…)