Once again, this was inspired by another Phan video (but I couldn't find the video. I remember it's called One Night and it's by sumirai on YouTube.) so let me try and recall everything off the top of my head.
(Excuse the shitty synthesia song above as it was the only version of that song that I wanted.)
Anywhore, enjoy the Rikey c:
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"Mikey, I believe we ran out of milk," Ray yelled down the hall, Mikey's head popping out of the bathroom door. "I've got it!"
Mikey dried the last of his hair and slipped on a pair of jeans and a shirt, shoving on some socks along with shoes before grabbing the keys and waving goodbye to his room mate, Ray.
Though they have only lived together for about two years, they felt like they've known each other forever. They waited until the other woke up to watch breakfast and watch T.V. together every morning, and helped each other watch the dishes- all in all, they never really argued.
When Mikey came back from the store and had put away all of the food, Ray looked up from his phone. "Frank is inviting us to this sick party tonight. You and I both know that parties aren't really our forte, but why not go? I mean, it's to celebrate us not wanting to move away from each other for this long."
"Sure, why not? Oh, and ask him if my brother's going. If he is, I've gotta watch him. He can't be drinking because of the pills he's taking for this anxiety problem thing, Bob told me just last week."
"'Kay." There was a moment of silence before Ray said, "Nah. He's not going. Something about Frank going to Gerard's place today and spending the night to hang out, probably go to the party at midnight or something."
Mikey shrugged it off, and sat down next to Ray and turned on the T.V. "Sure."
*~*~*
The sucky pop music blasted up on full volume, people dancing along to the rhythm as others drank and smoked, Mikey and Ray falling victim to the alcohol.
When they were both on about their 3rd drink, they were just about drunk, flirting with anyone and just about anything (Mikey flirted with a toaster as Ray watched.) up until the two followed each other to the bedroom.
Smiling into one another's mouths, they both covered one another in sloppy, drunken kisses before it really did escalate into something more.
(-cough- skip horribly written smut scene. -cough-)
Falling beside each other, they smiled, laughing at nothing. Surprising enough, they were able to get up and actually move, leaving the party when everyone else was about to leave as well.
They didn't drive, but walked there, Mikey putting an arm around Ray's as he held Mikey by the waist. Needless to say, they got home safely, but once again ended up next to each other on the bed, panting once more.
When Mikey woke up in the morning, naked and with an arm wrapped around his waist, he tried to squirm free and take a cold shower to think about what he did.
He knew he was bisexual, but he didn't know that he had the chance of actually just being full-on gay. He lathered the shampoo into his brown locks of hair, rinsing it thoroughly.
For quite some time, he thought about last night. He knew he shouldn't have been exposed to alcohol- he should have said no to the invitation.
There was a knock on the door.
"Mikey?" It was Ray- Mikey ought to sigh and feel okay, feel safe that it wasn't anyone else, but instead sucked in a breath. "You okay? You've, kinda been in there for half an hour."
"I'm fine," He replied in an irritated tone. The breath that he held in was now let out.
*~*~*
Ray looked at Mikey, who now thought that the string on his jeans was much more interesting than anything else. "Mikey, you've been acting strange lately. What's up?"
"Nothing, nothing, it's fine." Mikey exhaled. "I guess the party stressed me out a bit."
Ray wasn't taking any of his shit, so he turned to Mikey and placed a hand on his shoulder, about to say something but Mikey swatted his hand away. "Get the fuck off me!"
"Mikey, what the fuck-"
"I didn't want to have sex with- with you! For fuck's sakes, Ray, you're an awesome guy but I never thought that you'd actually do that-"
He stared at Mikey in disbelief. "What do you mean? Mikey, please-"
"Last night? The party? Today, I woke up naked right next to you in your bed. I didn't say shit because I was scared to death, I didn't know what was going on." Mikey threw his hands in the air.
Ray just shook his head, thinning his lips before saying, "I'm gonna go- I'm gonna be at Bob's place for a little bit. Call me when you need me."
"You better fucking go."
Ray grabbed his jacket and keys, walking out the door, leaving Mikey alone in their home.
*~*~*
Mikey held his head in his hands, sobbing quietly. He let the tears roll down his cheek and drip from his chin, onto his jeans.
He desperately wanted to apologize to Ray. It was all a misunderstanding, and Mikey knew that. He was just setting off onto Ray because he thought he was the cause of all this.
Mikey grabbed his pair of keys, and stepped out that door but felt like Ray didn't need him. That Ray didn't want him to apologize, and that it was all too late.
He continued to walk, waiting to be able to cross the road.
He became paranoid. What if Ray didn't accept his apology? Maybe he'd tell him to fuck off, or even worse, tell him to move out.
As he started to cross the road, he glanced up and around, hearing the sharp screech of a car before everything going black.
*~*~*
"You shouldn't have tried to say sorry, I swear-" Ray sniffed. He knew his eyes have been puffy from all the crying that he's been doing for the past five days.
"I would have come back, I would have accepted your apology right then and there," He said through hitched breaths. Ray then realized something.
When he glanced up at the heart monitor, his heartbeat had started to slow. The nurses rushed in and Ray was being shoved away, pulled out of the room.
With one sharp intake of air, he yelled out, "MIKEY!"
He knew that he heard the flatline before he ever reached the door.
