"Mikey? In love with me? You gotta be fucking me. Mikey's straight." I was still in shock to even consider a relationship with Mikey. We've been best friends for a while now. He never mentioned even having feelings for another guy. Let alone, me. "Well.. he doesn't know. He came over in hysterics when his brother told him about your scene together and now he's crying his eyes out on my couch over here." What? Mikey's doing that? Just a while ago he was plain out right talking to me. "Is he al-alright? I don't know what to say.." my voice began cracking. "He's fine, he's gonna calm down and he'll text you later, he said." Ray replied. "Alright man." "No problem, bye." How in the fucking fuck could my day have gone from shit, to amazing, to shock, and then shit again? I finally had what I've wanted, a chance with Gerard again. How could I pass that up? But Mikey, what if he is inlove with me? What if I loved him? This can't be happening. I walked over to my ped and faceplanted straight into my pillow. A few minutes later I felt my phone vibrate. It was from Mikey. It read, "Hey bro. I'm sorry about earlier. I guess I had somekind of breakdown." Should I reply right away or wait to make it seem like I'm less desperate? Ugh. I replied about three minutes later, "It's alright. So, about you being in love with me? Is it true?" I just stared at my phone, it seemed like an eternity. "He hasn't replied.. what could that mean?" I thought aloud. "Frank! Honey, there's someone at the door for you." I shook the thoughts out of my head and headed downstairs to answer the door. It was Mikey. "Mikey? What are you-" before I could finish the rest he had already forced his lips on to mine, making me almost fall backwards. I pulled away with a dazed look on my face. We just stood in the silence, looking at each other. "Frank, if you can tell me you don't like me I'll go now." I still hadn't said anything, because I wasn't sure how I felt about the whole thing. I really liked Mikey, but if I chose Mikey I'd lose anything with Gerard. "I don't, I don't know how I feel about you, Mikey." I started biting on my lipring, trying to read the expression on Mikey's face. It was somewhat blank, with a hint of sadness. "Well, would this change anything?" He lunged towards me, causing our lips to collide. It was rough and fast, something I'd never expect from Mikey. His tongue sat at my bottom lip begging for entrance. I allowed it, and he pretty much took over from there. We had stumbled on to the staircase, Mikey on top of me. He started to move down to my collarbone, and me not thinking let out a moan of pleasure. It was unreal, I would have never thought Mikey would act this towards me like this. He pulled away, and smirked, "Soo? How'd that make you feel?" He was still on top of me, and we were still laying on the stairs. Feet away from my mother. "I liked it." I said, nervously. He smiled one of the biggest smiles I've seen from him in a long time. "Good. I've got to go now. Text me later, baby?" I walked him out and fell behind the front door. Great. Both of the Way's are calling me there baby. "Frank, your such a manwhore." I thought to myself.