Steven and Karen have already left for the evening with some friends, ready to drink the night away; it's New Year's Eve. You're frantically in the bathroom trying to blow-dry your hair and style it for tonight. Ray's mom's party is in less than a half an hour and you're behind schedule, much to your displeasure.

Well it's my own fucking fault. You think angrily, running your fingers through your hair numerous times in a effort to make it dry quicker, along with the aide of the blow dryer. If I hadn't gotten so caught up in that damn movie...

Suddenly, much to your irritation, you hear the doorbell ring. Shutting off the blow-dryer you run from the bathroom, mumbling to yourself, "Who the fuck is at my front door?"

Flipping your hair over to one side, you grasp the front door handle and twist it, a look of annoyance on your face. It instantly disappears when you see Mikey standing on your front doorstep.

"Mikey!" you say with surprise, opening the other door and holding it open. "Come in!"

Mikey steps into your house and immediately takes the hood of his jacket off his head, revealing the grey beanie underneath, light brown hair peeking out randomly in some places. He wears blue-jeans and his new Anthrax t-shirt under his puffy jacket with fur-lined hood. His brown eyes are forever shielded by the glasses he wears, though you don't mind. His eyes always look beautiful to you, with or without his glasses.

"What're you doing here?" you ask with a smile, looking up at Mikey as he takes off his jacket and puts it on a nearby coatrack tucked away in the right-hand corner, next to the door.

"I came to see if you wanted a ride over to Ray's." Mikey says, turning back to you.

Your smile brightens. "That would be great! I'm still getting ready though, but you can come back and wait if you want, I won't be long."

Mikey nods and you lead the way back into your bedroom, not having a need to be ashamed of anything. You figure you can let the rest of your hair dry naturally and you're already done your makeup, so there's no need for further use of the bathroom. You walk straight to your closet to look for a pair of shoes to match your outfit; a black Misfits t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. You settle for a pair of white Reeboks and emerge from your closet holding the shoes, walking to your bed to lace them onto your feet.

"Steven and your mom already out for the night?" Mikey asks, standing in the doorway to your room.

"Yeah, they left around seven." you answer, moving to the next shoe once the first is securely in place.

Mikey nods and watches as you stand from your bed, walking to the taller dresser dwelling near the door. You pick up your gold necklace, which has become sacred to you, and latch it around your neck, looking at Mikey from the corners of your eyes as you do so.

"Are the others at the party already?"

"Yeah."

"Goddamn it I knew I was late!" you seethe, picking up your rhinestone earrings next after glancing at your digital alarm clock nervously. It reads 7:41 PM.

"You're not that late." Mikey comments as you move your hands to place the other earring in your ear. "Gerard and them left only a few minutes before I did. Everyone's going to show up at different times."

"I know but I hate being late." you say, your upper lip curling as you search for your purse and find it roosting on your bed. You grab it up and hoist it onto your shoulder, finally turning to Mikey. "Ready?"

"Don't you want your jacket?" Mikey asks. "It's cold."

"Oh!" You give Mikey a grateful smile before returning to your closest. "Thanks for reminding me!" you call out from the closest, causing Mikey to smile.

"Okay, now are you ready?" you ask, appearing from your closest, black blazer in place.

Mikey nods and leads the way from your room, hands in his pockets. He doesn't say a word, but you're content nonetheless.

At least he thought about me. You think pleasantly, sending Mikey a smile and uttering a thank you as he holds open the door for you to walk out first after dressing in his jacket once more, lifting the hood over his head.

The perfect gentleman, Mikey opens the passenger's side door of his red '91 Acura NSX for you and you give him yet another dazzling smile as you place yourself in the seat and he shuts the door, careful not to slam it. He jogs over to the driver's side door and opens it up, sitting carefully in the seat and then sticking the key into the ignition, starting the car.

You notice, as Mikey reverses from your driveway, that his car is unbelievably clean. Not only that, but it smells nice too, despite the fact that he, his brother, and most of his friends smoke.

"Your car is really clean." you comment, glancing at Mikey with a slightly shocked expression on your face.

Mikey takes a quick glimpse at you before urging his car through the intersection. "Yeah well, I cleaned it." He blushes a bit, but you don't notice in the dim light.

You run a slender hand along the side of the door, looking around. "And it doesn't smell like smoke."

"I quit."

Floored, you snap your head to look at Mikey, a growing smile on your face. "What?"

Mikey can't stop the blush from invading his cheeks, or the tingles running down his spine, or the raging butterflies in his stomach. "Y...Yeah. A few weeks ago."

You smile brilliantly and reach out to lay a hand on Mikey's arm. "Mikey that's great!" You give his arm a small squeeze. "I'm so proud!"

Mikey tries not to jerk the wheel as his heart skips a beat and his lungs contract when you touch his arm. "Thanks." he manages to breathe out.

You continue to smile as you remove your hand from Mikey's arm, placing both in your lap and looking through the windshield, feeling happy for some reason.

Unlike when riding in Gerard's car, or Bob's, or Ray's, you don't lean forward and toy with the radio or talk constantly in Mikey's car. You sit in silence. And this starts to bother you immensely.

What are you thinking as the moments seem to drag by with the increasingly awkward silence?
At least it's an uncomfortable silence in a nice-smelling car.
I wish I knew how to teleport.
Maybe I should turn on the radio...
I would've rather liked to drive alone to have to sit through this.
The minutes still trail along through the car ride, and you do your best to try to play it off by looking out the side window.

Why are all my silences with Mikey awkward? You think rhetorically, knowing the answer.

Because you like him beyond belief, that's why.

"So Ray's mom always throws stuff like this?" you ask. God great way to break the ice retard!

"Yeah. She always invites everyone. Frank's mom, my parents, Bob's parents, a lot of her friends, Ray's friends..." Mikey shrugs one shoulder and you nod a bit, still feeling stupid.

"So are your mom and dad going to be there?"

"Probably. They're all good friends, ya know." Mikey answers.

You nod again, not being able to think of anything else to say. It shouldn't be this hard to make conversation! You think as Mikey goes speeding through a yellow light.

"I really appreciate you coming to pick me up." you say suddenly. "You didn't have to."

Mikey flashes you a small smile. "Well I wanted to. I know how you don't like parties and walking into one alone doesn't really help."

You let out a soft laugh. "Yeah."

Once again the noise in the car dies down, but thank God Ray's block comes into view. His house isn't that far from your own, only about ten minutes, but it is a lot nicer. Not extravagant like Hope's, but his mom rakes in a hefty sum each year and makes enough to sustain decent living conditions; you don't know where Ray's father is and the guys never talk about him, so you suspect he either walked out on the family years ago, or died. You never really asked.

From what you can see, the house is already full. The street is lined with cars on either side and the house is lit up brightly, inside and out. People file into the house and you can see silhouettes moving against the windows from the inside.

At least it's controlled. You think as Mikey races to your side of the car after shutting off the engine, and rips open the door for you. You give him a grateful smile and then exit the car, waiting for Mikey. When he shuts the door he turns back to you while pocketing his keys and then extends his arm to you. You smile and take it, and then start the walk up to Ray's house.

"Mikey! Alex!" Ray's mother greets you as when you both arrive at her front doorstep. "Come in come in!" You've met the woman before and she's always very busy, but nice. She has the eyes and height of her son, but her hair is deep brown and her nose is a lot slimmer, along with her aging body.

You smile at Mrs. Toro and briefly look around you at all the bodies packed into the house. It makes you uneasy and you try to keep yourself from squirming as Mikey makes polite conversation with Mrs. Toro, his arm still latched with your's. A Christmas song is being blared throughout the house, though you can barely hear it over the noise of people all around you, laughing, chatting, and having a good time. Most all of them have alcohol.

"Well Ray is in the living room with some of his friends; the others should be in there too! You kids have fun!"

You smile genteelly at Mrs. Toro and then you and Mikey move down the hall to the living room at the end, your smile instantly dropping. Another alcohol-filled evening.

"Well it's about time you two finally showed up!" Gerard yells happily when you appear in the doorway to the living room. He throws an arm around your shoulder, his other hand grasping a beer, and you can tell by the look of him he's already more than tipsy. Wearing a Santa Claus hat, the rest of his clothing black, his shoulder-length hair askew, and his face flushed, Gerard is as happy as can be.

"Sorry we're late, it was my fault." you say loudly over the music as Mikey slowly removes his arm from your's as Ray, Bob, and Frank also approach you two, ditching the other boys and girls scattered about the humid living room.

"I figured." Gerard says, rolling his eyes and earning a punch from you. He glares and opens his mouth to say something when you suddenly become aware of someone standing unnaturally close to you.

"Hey Alex." Frank says with a sly tone as you look to him, Gerard's arm still around your shoulders and Mikey now fully unattached from your form. "Look what I got."

Frank's eyes drift upwards and it's then you notice his arm is raised and above your head. Curiously, but holding an idea, you look up too and then instantly away, taking a step back from Frank.

"No way." you state, causing everyone to laugh, even Frank.

"All right, all right. Can't blame me for trying though?" You roll your eyes but smile. "All right well I'm gonna go find me a bitch for tonight. You have fun." Frank wanders off, pocketing his mistletoe to probably use again on some other helpless soul.

"Glad ya made it Alex. Hope ya have a good time." Ray calls, placing a hand on your shoulder before saying, "I'm gonna go talk to some friends, I'll be by later."

You nod as Ray disappears, Bob behind him with a small wave. You notice both have plastic, red cups in their hands, filled to the brim with beer.

"Well," Gerard says, taking his arm away from your shoulders and hitting you toughly on the back. "I'm gonna go get some more to drink. Want anything?"

Frowning, you shake your head, Mikey doing the same.

"All right. Be right back!" Gerard maneuvers his way out of the living room as you watch after him worriedly.

I'll have to keep an eye-

"Come on Alex, there's a seat on the couch." Mikey says suddenly, grabbing your closest elbow lightly and pulling you along to the couch directly in front of you two where a couple and a friend are just leaving.

You allow Mikey to drag you to the couch and are grateful for the comfortable warmth of the cushion as you sit down. You feel hot in your black blazer but don't want to remove it, knowing if you put it somewhere, it's likely to be stolen.

"So-"

"Mikey!"

Both you and Mikey look up, and you're a bit aggravated to see a girl and two guys standing before you, all looking a bit red in the face, and all holding plastic cups of beverage.

"How's your break comin'?" asks the guy that had spoken before. The girl is hanging off his arm but is eyeing Mikey with desire, a sinful smile on her thin lips. This causes a painful itch of jealousy to arise within you, and you immediately smother it, but still can't help to glare at the girl.

"Fine." Mikey replies. Go away.

The guy's eyes flicker to you momentarily. "Date?"

Mikey pushes his glasses up more on his nose, daring not to look at you. "Just a friend." he says softly.

Your heart plummets to the bottom of your stomach but the guy before you grins widely. "Come with me for a second then." He grabs Mikey's free arm and before you know it, he has an arm around Mikey's shoulders, the girl on his right, the other guy next to her.

"I'll be right back!" Mikey calls over his shoulder, barely having the time to do so.

You say nothing back, fear instantly seeping into you. You don't know anyone around you. What if someone talks to you? What if they try to give you something to drink? What if-

"Hey where's Mikey?" asks Gerard, plopping down in Mikey's old seat before anyone else can.

You secretly thank God that Gerard reappeared so quickly and answer:
He went off with some friends.
I have no idea.
I think he went off with a few of his friends.
Some of his friends came and he went with them for a while.
"Well I'll stick with ya, don't worry." says Gerard, taking a swig of his beer.

Fabulous. You think, faking a smile, just to make Gerard happy.

Only ten minutes later, Mikey reappears looking irritated and flushed. You let out a breath of relief and smile up at him as he stops before you and Gerard. Gerard abruptly stops talking, which he has been doing nothing but since he joined you, and looks up at his brother, his beer almost finished.

"Hey Mikey!" Gerard says with a big smile.

"Hey Gee." Mikey says, still not moving.

Gerard continues to smile up at brother, obviously not getting the hint that Mikey wants to sit down. You sniff once and then clear your throat, looking the other way in anxiousness. Come on Gerard.

Gerard looks back to you, then up to Mikey, and then back to you, the idea finally clicking. "I'm gonna go...find Frankie." He stands after hoisting himself up with the help of your shoulder. "You two have fun! Don't do anything I wouldn't!" He gives Mikey a rough clap on the back and then is gone.

Mikey sighs and sits down next to you as you smile and prop your left elbow up on the arm of the couch, placing your head in it. "Who was that?"

Mikey looks at you questioningly before it registers in his mind. "Friends from school. They came to our first gig and I guessed they liked it. We've been talking ever since."

You nod, looking away and at the many beings piled into the room. People of all ages roam about, most all of them holding a drink and talking with another person. This isnt like Hope's wild party, mainly because there's adults here and people try to behave more around older people, but that doesn't stop anyone from drinking.

Mikey watches you as you green eyes trail from one person at the party to the next, seemingly unhappy. Though the music isn't loud and there's less people around, you still do not appear to be having a good time.

Maybe that'll change.

Around nine o'clock you drag Mikey into the kitchen with you to see if you can find a safe beverage to drink while Frank saves your seats on the couch. You've left your blazer with Frank too; the living room became unbelievably hot.

You and Mikey hadn't moved from the couch until now, but didn't find a problem with just sitting there for an hour. You were content talking with yourselves, with an occasional disruption from Gerard or Bob. You always liked talking to Mikey, and you two had so much in common that it didn't matter what you talked about. Though the occasional uncomfortable silence wasn't wanted, another topic of conversation always presented itself soon enough.

"Don't lose me!" you call to Mikey over the loud music, looking back at him.

And then, an idea hits you. You sharply halt halfway to the kitchen and stick out your hand to Mikey, looking up at him innocently. If I could hold his hand just this once...

To your ultimate surprise and delight, Mikey slowly reaches out with his own hand and slides it into your's, immediately lacing his fingers with your own. You smile up at him and then quickly look away, a ruby blush on your fine cheeks.

I can't believe this is happening!You think happily, a smile taking over your features as you and Mikey make your way to the kitchen, weaving through the various bodies in your path.

You feel Mikey's fingers tighten around your's as a physique threatens to break you two apart, and you smile even wider as you enter the kitchen, Mikey behind you. You walk to the fridge, less people crowding the way than in the hallway, still grasping Mikey's hand tautly.

"You want anything?" you yell to Mikey over your shoulder, stopping in front of the fridge, about to help yourself.

To your dismay, Mikey lets go of your hand and walks up behind you, looking into the fridge as you hold it open, your attention on him.

Your eyes widen and you quickly snap your head forward to face the refrigerator when Mikey leans into you from behind, looking into the contents of the open fridge. You close your eyes, your blood swirling madly through your veins and your heart pounding in your chest as Mikey leans his head over your shoulder, helping you hold open the refrigerator door. His body is pressed against your's from behind, and you pray to God your knees can hold out just a little longer.

"Pepsi." Mikey finally says into your ear, his breath heavy.

Snapping out of your coma-like state induced by the one and only Mikey, you reach out with a shaking hand and grab a cold can of Pepsi, handing it to Mikey over your shoulder. He takes it slowly and then backs away from you as you go for your own Pepsi, your hastening heart still not calm.

Jesus... You think, standing straight as you open your Pepsi, hitting the refrigerator door shut with a swing of your hip. You look up to Mikey as you take a sip with your Pepsi and he asks, "Ready?"

You nod and start to move out of the kitchen ahead of Mikey, can of Pepsi in hand. Once you are ahead of Mikey you let out a sigh at seeing all the people you once again have to-

You feel a strong hand suddenly grab your free hand and you abruptly stop and spin, looking to see the source of the hand.

And you look up into the face of Mikey.

He smiles down at you and you return the gesture, twisting back around to continue your path through the hallway and back to the couch.

He's holding my hand. Is all that's going through your head. Mikey is holding my hand.

When you enter the living room, your fingers still entwined with Mikey's, you suppress a groan when you see Frank sitting on the couch in your spot making out with a girl that looks a bit too old for him.

Dammit. You think, Mikey seconding that thought as you two approach Frank and his make-out buddy.

"Frank." you say loudly, trying to capture his attention. Though it seems he doesn't even notice you. He shoves his tongue deeper into the girl's mouth and you watch as smile snakes onto her lips and she wraps her arms tighter around Frank's neck, her left leg also starting to creep into Frank's lap.

"Frank!" you yell angrily.

You get his attention, thank God, but it isn't pleasant.

"What?" he growls furiously, glaring at you.

"You're in our seats." you say just as meanly, narrowing your eyes at the brunette as she glares at you for having interrupted her and Frank. "Remember I asked you to save it for us?"

Frank stands hastily, taking the girl's hand in his own, and she follows suit. You see your black blazer crumpled in Frank's empty space and you frown as he passes you without so much as a glance, and the girl roughly crashes into you with her shoulder, not even bothering to apologize.

Bitch. You think evilly, sitting down on the couch after placing your blazer over the arm of the couch, Mikey next to you. Amazingly, your hands are still attached.

"Mikey I-"

"Heeeeey lovebiiiirds!"

You look up, frustrated, and meet the glazed eyes of Gerard Way looming over you and Mikey, another beer in his hand. What are you thinking?
Go away!
Gerard I hate you.
Okay well that moment was ruined.
THANKS GERARD!
Instantly your feel Mikey's hand leave your's quickly, and Gerard doesn't notice. You do though, you miss the warm feeling...

"Hey Gee." you greet Gerard, giving him a false smile before sipping your Pepsi.

"Havin' a good time?" asks Gerard. He's drunk off his ass.

"Wonderful." you reply, only half truthfully.

"Well you keep doin' what you are then! I'll see ya lata!" Gerard gives you a wide grin and whirls around, on the verge of falling, about to walk back into the crowd.

And despite how mad you are at him for getting drunk so early, you quickly stand and detach yourself from Mikey, quickly stopping Gerard from going any further.

"Gerard!"

Gerard stops and turns to face you, a few drops of beer flying from the top of his can. Mikey watches on curiously from his spot on the couch as you move forward and stop directly in front of Gerard, straining to hear the words you are about to exchange, but it'll be nearly impossible with the surrounding noise.

You softly step up to Gerard, his alcohol-heavy breath almost overwhelming, but you push the repulsion from your mind, a more serious matter at hand.

"Gerard," You lay a gentle hand on his forearm, lowering your voice and leaning towards him, seriousness in your eyes. "Please promise me you won't drive tonight."

Gerard looks at you funny, and your heart drops, thinking maybe he's too drunk to understand anything you're saying.

"Why?" he finally slurs out.

Your eyes become pleading and you give Gerard's arm a tight squeeze to help get your point across. "Gerard, please, don't get in a car tonight. If you want to go anywhere, I'll take you okay? You come find me."

Gerard stares at you oddly for a moment before slowly nodding his head and then turning his back to you, shouting for Ray who he instantly spots up ahead. You don't move from your position, watching as Gerard's body melts in with the others swarming around him, becoming lost in the crowd.

Sadly you turn back to Mikey, keeping your head down as you sit next to him once more, all the while his brown eyes on you.

"What's wrong?" he asks, bending his head a bit to get a better look at your face.

Closing your eyes, you take in a deep, shuddering breath, knowing Mikey's eyes are on you. You can feel it. Every time they are, your skin crawls with anxiety. But a good kind.

Tilting your head up once more, you give Mikey a dazzling smile and say, "Nothing. Come on, let's enjoy the last moments of the year."

:-/
Yeah...
WOOHOO! IT'S ALMOST THE NEW YEAR BABY!
Gerard's Point of View

You're more fucked up now then you could ever imagine. You don't know who you're talking to (not that you care) and you're barely aware you're in Ray's kitchen.

"God I need something to fucking drink!" you say quite loudly, earning you glances from the people around you as you briskly disconnect yourself from the conversation the previous person was trying to have with you.

As you pass the microwave, you make out the blurry, green letters to read 11:15 PM. Forty-five minutes 'til the new fucking year!You think happily, ripping open the fridge door once you get there.

"What?" you shout furiously.

The refrigerator is completely empty. Not a thing remains.

Fucking losers. You think heatedly, instantly delving into your jacket pockets to search for your car keys. Drank all the fucking shit.

As you walk out into the hallway, bumping into numerous people, you pass the living room doorway. You peak inside for a brief moment and see your brother and Alex sitting on the couch quite close to one another. Alex is facing Mikey, her back against the arm of the couch with her legs drawn up to her chest, a smile on her gorgeous face. Mikey is facing her too, though not fully, and the moment you look at him, he throws his head back and laughs, along with Alex.

God why can't they see they're fuckin' perfect for each other?You think with a crooked grin, watching the two a moment longer before stumbling towards the doorway.

You force people out of your way roughly as the door at the end of the hall comes into sight, the door to freedom...and more alcohol.

But suddenly, you stop.

Warnings are going off all over your body, and all your movement ceases for some strange reason.

What the...

Something in the back of your head...is nagging you...to...

You shake your head but don't move, instead turn around and face the hallway behind you. People are packed into it, some moving and others just standing and talking, and everyone is having a good time, waiting for midnight to strike.

Gerard, please, don't get in a car tonight. If you want to go anywhere, I'll take you okay? You come find me.

You frown, the keys in your hand becoming loose. Your body shivers with an unexpected chill as your hazel eyes slip in and out of focus.

Who...

Shaking your head once more to rid the voice from your mind, you turn back around to face the front door and stride forward, the alcohol in your system taking over.

Oh God...
NO!
Stupid fucking alcohol!

Your Point of View

Three minutes until midnight.

You are sitting alone on the couch, your legs stretched out in Mikey's spot. He had slipped off to the bathroom quickly and asked you to save his seat, which you did, but it's becoming hard. A lot of people are packing themselves into the living room to get a glimpse of the large TV that is broadcasting live from Time's Square, where the ball will drop. Of course there's other TVs, but everyone feels the need to watch it on the big screen.

Unfortunately. You think, glaring as someone tries to sit on your feet and then apologizes when they realize there's an obstacle in their path, moving away hurriedly.

You and Mikey spent the entire night on the couch, just talking. It seemed you two did that whenever you went to a party, but you wouldn't have it any other way. What you liked most about this party though was that you were hardly interrupted by anyone, it was just you and Mikey to laugh and talk freely.

"Back."

You look up and see Mikey standing by the couch and you hastily move your legs and sit up straight so Mikey can sit down. He does so, but it's then someone else decides now's a good time to sit down, so four people now sit on the couch, putting everyone basically in each other's laps.

Two minutes.

"So do you have a new year's resolution?" you ask Mikey, looking at him with a smile.

To tell you how I feel. "N...No. Not really." Mikey says, pushing his glasses up on his nose.

You nod your head a bit, turning your face towards the TV which you can barely see through the various limbs of the people in the living room. The room is mostly dark, except for the blare of the TV, and it is hot and humid with the bodies pressed up against each other. You can smell the alcohol and sweat in the air, but none of this bothers you because of one thing.

Mikey.

"Do you?"

You look back at Mikey and appear to be thinking for a second as you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. You know what you want to say. "Yeah, actually, I do. I want to tell you how I feel about you and know if you feel anything for me too. I can't stop thinking about you, I can't stop dreaming about you, and I want to see if we can have anything other than friendship together. I want to be with you Mikey, a lot."

But of course that's not that you say.

"Not really."

Mikey nods and looks away from you and you mentally start to kick yourself as the one minute countdown begins.

Timidly you take a glance at Mikey, and look away speedily when you find his eyes on you. The panes of his glasses flicker in the light of the TV and moving bodies as he turns his head more towards you, his chocolate eyes fixated on you.

"30! 29! 28! 27!"

For some odd reason, you look at Mikey too and smile, your emerald eyes shining. You can feel your heart pumping wildly in your chest and your hands start to shake a bit, causing your breathing to quicken. A lump lodges in your throat as Mikey returns your smile with a kind one of his own.

"15! 14! 13! 12!"

You look away from Mikey, the burning sensation in your cheeks becoming too much. You're positive Mikey can see them, for he is still looking at you and they're as bright as red as they're going to be.

"7! 6! 5! 4!"

You turn your attention to the crowd as the countdown reaches the last digit, and prepare to cheer along with everyone else when it does.

So as soon as everyone shouts, "Zero!" you open your mouth to cheer loudly, to bring in the new year, but suddenly find yourself incapable to do so, for there's a something covering your mouth.

A pair of lips, to be exact.

Your broad, emerald eyes stare into the face of Mikey Way as he continues to kiss you, his hand on your chin to keep your head turned towards him. His eyes are closed and the kiss is strong, unlike anything you would've anticipated from Mikey.

And all too soon you find yourself responding to the kiss, bringing your left hand up to Mikey's cheek, your right beginning to curl behind the back of his neck as he moves his own to the small of your back.

People all around you cheer loudly and give each other hugs and kisses, but this is all oblivious to you and Mikey. Your lips are still locked, your bodies slowly moving towards one another as the kiss deepens, feeding both of your passions.

A thousand, and probably more, tingles run through your body as you turn your head to the right, getting a better angle as Mikey leans forward a bit more, pressing his lips onto your's harder. The lump in your throat has vanished, and for some odd reason your hands have stopped trembling, and your breathing has quieted. Your lips feel as though they're on fire, but you won't dare pull away. You've waited for this for too long.

Slowly, the need for air becomes dire and both you and Mikey break, separating your lips only by an inch or two. He leans his forehead against your's lovingly and smiles at you, his brown eyes now open and filled with joy. You return the smile when you open your beautiful green eyes, your lips and soul begging for another mind-blowing kiss.

"I've wanted to do that for so long." Mikey whispers, the actions of the people around you still forgotten.

"I've wanted you to do that for so long." you admit, causing Mikey to smile and lean in once more, sensually kissing your lips again.

"Mikey!"

You break apart from Mikey abruptly and look towards the hallway, where the voice came from. Mikey does the same, mentally cursing who would ever dare to interrupt him at this specific moment.

"Mikey where the fuck are you?"

Ray suddenly appears in the doorway to the living room, looking frantically over the heads surrounding him. When he catches sight of Mikey he immediately shoves people out of the way and rushes over to Mikey, stumbling all the way.

What...

"Mikey..." Ray breathes out, unable to catch his breath as he leans forward, his palms on his knees.

Mikey glares at Ray through narrowed eyes. "What."

Ray looks up at Mikey, his face sweaty and red, his breaths coming out ragged and strained.

And it's then you notice the horror reflecting in his eyes.

"Gerard's been in an accident."