Silly Boy.

Part Five: Look, I....

(Hai! Haven't updated in a while so here it is. Side note: Guitar Mikey is literally the definition of sexuality. Narwale. Walrus. Penguin. Whaaaale. That is all. On with the story, sorry for all the suspense.)

"Mikey," you breathe at the sight of him. You sounded relieved, even to your own ears. Mikey says nothing in response, continuing to look at the floor. You stand from the bed, but stay next to it, looking at your bestfriend in the doorway. His crimson hair was even more of a mess than usual. He literally did just wake up.

"Hi," you say walking towards him, feeling downfallen when he doesn't look up. "Hi," he mutters, sounding broken. There goes another piece of your heart. You step closer; you're now right in front of him. "Please at least look at me; I don't hate you for....this," you beg, practically squeaking in joy when he brings his eyes up to meet with yours. But, his emerald orbs weren't shining with life and fun like they usually did, they were dull and read embarrassment.

"You don't," he askes, sounding shocked. "No," you whisper shaking your head. "Why would I?'"

"Because you're my bestfriend."

"So?"

"I'm not supposed to be in love with my bestfriend. Especially when she wouldn't love a loser like me."
Ouch. You felt that one; right in your heart. You could literally feel it in your chest. You felt for Mikey; he thought he was being rejected. But at the same time, you were angry.....mostly at yourself for not telling him and just procrastinating.

"Dammit, Michael," you mutter, threading your fingers in your hair and tugging at it. He simply raises an eyebrow which makes you throw your hands up in frustration. The return to your sides with a slap. "Listen, I....I uhh....," you trail off not knowing how to put it. He half smiles at you, shaking his head. "I know, I know. You don't like me like that. That's okay, you don't have to explain it. I'll just.....go," he says, shrugging a shoulder. His gaze drifts to the ground as he sighs.
"No," you demand, grabbing his wrist. He automatically looks up in shock, his emerald eyes locking with your Y/E/C ones. "Look, I.....I, uhh," you trail off again, your words failing you.

You could think of no other way but to show him. You grab him by the collar of his shirt, pull him to your height, and connect your lips with his.
And he kissed back.

(Wow, I haven't updated in so long, it feels good to be back. Be sure to hit that 'Vote' button and leave comments!! If you ask questions, I'll try to get back to you!!!! Thank you all for reading, and it's gonna get better, I swear. Love ya aaaaaall!
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~Anna :3 )