Yotsuba: I'm not telling! My mouth are sealed :) I have around 28 chapters written, and it's posted on another forum, and I'm almost done with writing it! So I'm gonna post not more than TWO chapters for you today ;) Hope you like!
Chapter seven - I want everything
Frank's POV
"No no, it's slipping! I can't hold it anymore!"
"Don't you dare letting it go!"
"But it's slipping!"
"Frank, it's just two steps left!" Bob and I were carrying his drums down the stairs and to the basement. Bob held the bass drum and I was in charge of the floor tom and . It was heavy stuff and the steps down to the basement were steep.
"Owwhh!" I skipped one of the steps and nearly fell on top of Bob.
"Sorry, Bob!"
"You guys need some help?" Mikey stood in top of the steps and looked down. He was trying to hide a smirk, but he wasn't doing a good enough job. I peeked over my shoulder and looked at him. And oh my god, he was so hot today! The way his tight jeans was clinging to his legs. The way his black tee hang smooth and soft against his upper torso, and the way his glassed sat loosely on his nose. He was gorgeous and the butterflies in my stomach started to go crazy.
Wait, what am I thinking? Was I falling for one of my best friends? I zoned out a few seconds, didn't know what to believe anymore. Suddenly I found myself on top of Bob, literally.
"Ouch, Frank! Watch were you going!" We were lying in a big mash at the bottom of the steps. Bob were stuck between the drums and me, lying on the floor, pissed. I started to laugh, really hysterical. Mikey had run down the steps and pulled my arms and pulled me away from Bob.
"Oh my g… Guys, are you ok?" Mikey had a terrifying look in his face.
"Should I call 911?" He grabbed his phone in the pocket. I found myself on my feet again and grabbing Mikey's wrist.
"Hey, you don't need to call 911. We're ok." I tried to look him in the eyes, but he turned his gaze away from me.
"Mikey? Are you ok?" I stepped closer to him and put my finger under his chin. It was wet, and when I lifted his face to look at me, I saw that his eyes were filling with water. We met eyes for a brief moment, before he turned away from me again.
"I-I'm s-sorry, I d-didn't mean to o-overreact." He slipped his phone in his pocket again, and started to pick up the drums we had lost on the floor. Something was clearly wrong, we were just having fun and had a little accident. Why would he freak out like that? I kinda wanted to find out what it was, so I went over to him.
"I'm gonna go upstairs and help Mark out with the rest of the stuff." Bob talked to us and we both turned around to look at him and nod.
"Are you ok, Mikey? I'm sorry we scared you." I loved Bob in these situations. Even though I had known him for just a few days, I knew from Mark's description that Bob was a calm guy when it came to conflicts or another sort of accidents. But if you crossed his line, he was not afraid to tell you what you did wrong, but in a good way.
"It's ok, as I said, I just overreacted." He gave Bob a smile and he returned it before looking at me with playful eyes.
"And you, mister, I'm gonna get back on you. Oh yeah, I will." He turned around and I heard him mumble to himself 'gonna get him good'. I just giggled and turned my attention to Mikey. He was standing on the same spot and when he saw me looking at him, he gave me a sad smile. The light in his eyes were gone, and that made me worried.
"Mikey, can we talk?" He nodded and we went over to the couch.
"I really wanna get to know you Mikey, but I'm not gonna force you to say something you don't wanna say. Like I said, I just wanna get to know you a lot more. So can I ask you a few questions?" I sent him a smile of confident. He turned more towards me, 'till he was nearly sitting sideways on it. I did the same and just looked at him. The butterflies came to life again and I had to hush them down.
"What do you wanna know?"
Oh, wow, what DID I wanna know about Mikey? I could just come up with one answer to that question, and that was what I told him.
"Everything."
"Then, I'm gonna give you everything. Do you want me to start at the beginning?" Mikey looked at me and I saw his eyes open. It was like they had become slightly lighter in the color. I gave him a nod, and he started on his story.
"I have always lived were I live today, right here in Belleville. The same house, the same neighbors, even the same car. It's like this shitty old vauxhall from 1989, blue and really small with only three doors." He smiled when he described the car.
"My parents and my older brother Gerard, we used to drive to New York when we had summer vacation. Gerard is about 19 years old and he has always loved that city. I kind of looked at it as a scary place, because its so huge, but I always felt save when I was with Gee. We have a special bond, always have had and always will have. He is my rock in life, makes everything in balance. We had so much fun together, and because we live in this "dangerous" city," he made the quotation signs in the air, "Gee and I had to pretty much stay inside all day. We would do everything from playing Star Wars with homemade capes and make shift sword to just listening to music and draw, and play video games of course." I giggled a bit when Mikey said that, he smiled and let out a happy sigh by the thought of it.
"We had some really good childhood years, until I turned 9 years old. I was walking home from school one day, alone. Gee and I always walked home together, but he had class longer then me that day, so I decided to go home alone. It was my fault really, I should have waited for him. He had school just 30 minutes longer than me, but we had gotten a new video game that I was so anxious to try out. So I walked alone," he looked down, but suddenly turned his gaze and looked straight at me. His eyes got furious and he spat out the next words,"how can people do such a thing? And it was in the middle of the day? I was so scared, I didn't know what to do or how to react. I remember I just started to kick the guy and scream, but he was to big and powerful. And he tied me up in the back of the van, and I was so scared. How could they do such a thing, Frank?" His eyes looked at me sadly, like someone had died and he was full of sorrow.
"I-I don't know what you mean, Mikey. What happened?"
"They kidnapped me, Frank. The guys took me and had me for a week. In an old building near Newark. I got scarred for life. Mentally, and Gerard." He paused, sucking some air into his lounges through a sigh, "he also got scarred for life. Wanted to protect me against anything, everything." He had used the same word I had when he had asked me what I wanted to know. He looked at me.
"Hope I'm not scaring you. And I totally understand if you don't wanna be friends with me after this. But you have to know, because after the kidnapping, when I got home, I kinda went a bit loco in my head."
His gaze sneaked towards his shoes again. I just waited patiently for him to continue.
"I got PTSD, or also known as posttraumatic stress disorder. I'm not as bad as I was, I have to take some meds though, but not such a high dose anymore." I was in shock, my body was frozen and mu thoughts were running through my head, which were kinda spinning at the moment. I looked at Mikey and really looked at him, I let my gaze wonder on his body and face. How could anyone even touch and hurt a boy like Mikey. Skinny and with sad eyes, he seemed like such an innocent creature. My eyes stopped at his heart were I gently put my hand on his shirt. I could feel him tense up a bit and his heart started to beat faster. I had been looking down on my hand, but now turned it up towards his face and gently connected my gaze with his. We locked eyes for a brief moment before Mikey spoke again.
"I was anxious all the time and had panic attacks, really bad ones. Though I was going to pass out from it, but you can't really do that from a panic attack. Because your heartbeat goes up, and so does your blood pressure, so you can't really pass out from it." We kept looking eachother in the eyes, his amazing brown color swallowed me hole. I tried to show him my sympathy and that it didn't matter to me that he went in meds or that he was PTSD. I wanted to be his friend, and maybe more than that if he wanted it though. Mikey brought his hand up to mine and placed it on top of it. It sent shivers down my spine and I got a really good feeling in my stomach. I saw his cheeks grow red and I smiled to him.
Suddenly he turned serious, but still kept his hand on mine.
"But do you know what the worst part was? The dreams, or more correct, nightmares. I kept dreaming about them, about being killed at the end, and not coming home. The fakers didn't have faces at all and it was just horrible. I always woke up screaming and crying."
Mikey's POV
"No, please, I wanna go home. PLEASE, TAKE ME HOME." He we crying and tried to kick the guy that held him tight.
"Shut up, you little monster. We are not gonna let you go not yet."
"I want my mom and dad, please, lemme go!" The guy was so strong and he couldn't think straight. He got shoved into a van, and he heard the engine was going. It was a heavy diesel and it smelled like old gym socks. They drove for an hour, and he really tried to get out of the strong ropes that was around his wrists, pulling them together and making them sore. He was to afraid to cry anymore, just used all his focus on the ropes.
The car polled into a stop and he got dragged out of the car again.
"Were are we going?"
"Shut it, you brat."
They ripped the blindfold of and threw him to the ground. He turned around and was lying on his back facing the guys. There were two of them, not wearing masks, but one of them was holding a gun in his hand.
"What do you want from me?"
"I think you know that we want with you." The guy holding the gun gave him a devilish smirk. Mikey didn't understand what he meant, but he hadn't much time to react about it before the gun was placed against his temporal.
"No, please." It barley came out in a whisper. He was so scared and felt so alone.
"Nothing to do about it now, sweetie."
Mikey closed his eyes and then everything went black.
"Mikey, Mikey. It's ok. I've got you. Breath Mikey, I've got you." Gee's voice cut into his head and he opened his eyes.
"Wha-what?"
"You were screaming and crying like someone we trying to kill you." Gee held him tight and stroked him over his hair. He was sweaty and his cheeks and eyes were burning after the amount of crying he had done.
"I had such a bad dream, Gee." His tears were still running from his eyes.
"I know, Mikey, but I'm here now. Try to relax and I can sleep in your bed tonight. Is that ok?"
"Don't go." Mikey looked at him and Gerard smiled back.
"I wont, I promise. I will never leave you, Mikes."
With that, he feel asleep in Gee's arms.
Frank's POV
"Mikey, I feel so sorry for you. I don't know what to say." They had been silent for a few minutes, fingers slowly intertwining.
"You don't have to say a thing Frank. Your eyes tells me everything." I giggled like a girl, and blushed right after. Mikey just laughed. We were moving closer together, eliminating the distance between our bodies and mimicking the actions our hands were doing. Our legs tangling together and our heads moving closer. I looked at his lips and felt my breathing move faster. I so wanted to kiss him on his beautiful lips. We were so close, our nosetip almost touching. I felt his breath on my lips and I looked at his before moving my eyes to connect with his gaze.
"Kiss me?" Mikey's voice came out as an whisper.
"I thought you would never ask."
We closed the distance fast and I felt his lips on mine. We were kissing, I was kissing Mikey! And it was so good. We kissed with our lips at first, but soon I could feel his tongue against my lips, waiting and wanting to come inside my mouth. I opened it and let him inside. Our tongues entwined and the kiss got even more intimate. With every second we got more confident. I had never kissed someone before, but it felt so natural with Mikey. The way he played with my lipring and the way I got the nerve to lick his lower lip. He moaned into my mouth and I couldn't hold myself anymore. My hand that wasn't entwined with Mikey's, started to touch his upper torso. Hand roaming over his arms and his chest.
"Oh, Frank." We opened our eyes and looked at eachother, smiling. We took a break some the kissing and Mikey started to roam over my body with his hand as well. I moaned under his touch.
"Mikey, wow." I couldn't help myself, just closed my eyes and let my lips met his again. We tried to go closer to eachother until I was nearly on top of Mikey. We now used both of our hands and touched eachother more furious. Mikey found the hem of my shirt and started to slid it of me. I let him and soon it was discarded onto the floor. His hands felt so good, going all over my body. He started to kiss down my neck, and I moaned out his name.
I started to play with Mikey's shirt. I wanted it of him so I could feel him the same way he felt me. I wanted to give him the pleasure he gave me.
"What the..?"
Oh no, we had forgot about the other two guys.
