Someone Pull the Fire Alarm

My Sweet Mikey Boy

Your pov

I awoke in the morning to something warm against me. My eyes stayed shut, holding onto every last bit of sleep I could as I cuddled into the warmth. Then, I felt a pair of lips press against the top of my head. A small smile made its way onto my face as I remembered what had happened last night.

"Morning Mikey..." I whispered, still keeping my eyes shut.

"Good morning..." He whispered, holding me close. Finally, I openly eyes so I could see him. I felt my cheeks heat up just from looking at him, "Aww..." He chuckled. Then, I realized something. My parents are gonna be home soon!

"Oh shit!" I sat up, "What time is it!?"

"Uh, uhm..." Mikey caught onto my urgent tone, "It's nine o'clock."

"Nine!? Shit! My parents are gonna be here in thirty! I need to get you out of here!" I lightly pushed him, as to get him out of bed.

"Alright! Alright!" He climbed out, then helped me, "I'll change in the bathroom." He grabbed his clothes, and quickly made his way out the door.

I let out a sigh, sitting only bed. The memories of last night played over and over again. A pair of fingers went to my lips, remembering his kiss. I need to get dressed...

Swiftly, I changed my clothes. Once done, I heard a knock at my bedroom door. Mikey...

"Come in!" I said. He did as told, then smiled at me, sheepishly. He's probably thinking about it too...

"Here..." He handed me the clothes, I stared down at them in my hands, "So, uhm, last night..." I gazed up at him.

"Yeah..." I said, "Last night..."

"Would it be cool if..."

"If?" I asked.

"Oh, Y/n, you know. I wanna... I wanna... be a thing... but only if you want to! It's alright if you don't!" He really wants to...

"Uhm, yeah, I would like that..." I said.

"But uhm, could we maybe... not tell the boys...?" He stopped talking, waiting for a response. I wasn't sure where he was going with this, "It's just, I know they're gonna make jokes about... us... y'know..." Doing the do...

"Right, I get it..." Silence filled the air with such a sense of awkwardness, I thought I'd cringe right then and there.

"Can I... well... would it be cool if I kissed you?" He asked. I nodded.

Gently, he held my cheeks in his hands. With one last gaze into my eyes, he leaned in, and pressed his lips to mine. My body felt so tingly, but I loved every second of it. Once he pulled away, a smile along with pink was painted across his face. To be fair, mine probably looked the exact same.

"Uhm, I should... I should go..." I nodded, now saddened.

"Yeah, I'll... I'll see ya tomorrow."

He nodded, stepping slowly, backwards towards the door with his eyes glued to me. Then, he hit the door, spun around, and walked off.

When I heard the front door close, I fell back into my bed. My fingers shook lightly as my heart beat fast. The tingles stayed put in my body. All I could think about was Mikey.

He was so sweet... oh Mikey... the way he tried holding me... and his little embarrassed smile... ugh... so cute...

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and closing. Mom and dad are home... I gotta stop thinking about Mikey... but how? No more Mikey! What do I think about instead!?

My eyes went to the Nirvana poster on my wall. Kurt Cobain! He is a cool guy! Or at least... was...

"Y/n? We're home..." My mom opened the bedroom door.

"Hi..." I said.

"Oh wow, you're awake? Usually you're still asleep by now..." She said. Shit...

"Well, I woke up at like, eight thirty and couldn't fall back asleep." She hummed.

"Alright," Then, she walked off. Damn... that was close...

I got up and walked into the living room. My parents were in the kitchen. When I sat down on the couch, I spotted something strange. Is that... a cigarette!? Holy shit!

Immediately, I grabbed it, and shoved it in my jeans pocket. My parents would kill me! Why the fuck did they bring cigarettes!? Oh god... they can't find this...

"Have you had breakfast yet, Y/n?" I turned to my mom in a slightly nervous manner, "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, just tired. Uhm, no, I haven't had breakfast..."

"Okay, your dad is making eggs." And she walked away. I dunno if I wanna eat... my stomach is in knots from last night... and this damned cigarette...

Suddenly, my phone went off. I pulled it out, and found a message from Mikey.

Mikey :P : I just got home n talked with gee

Mikey :P : he doesnt no B)

Me: gooood my parnts r home they dont no eithr

Me: but I found a cigarett on da couch

Mikey :P : what??

Me: do u no whos it is?

Mikey :P : Frank? Or gee? Maybe

"Y/n! Food!" My dad cried.

"Okay..."

Me: no cigaretts in my house! My parnts may murder meeeeee

Mikey :P : ok ill tell em

Me: thx

"Y/n!"

"I'm comin'!" I slid my phone away and went into the kitchen, now eating my food. They began talking about work and grown up things I had no interest in. My mind was somewhere else anyways.

Mikey... he's so cute... and pretty... I can't wait to see him again... I wanna kiss him again... and we're dating! I'm so happy! I-

"What, Y/n?" I hummed, looking to my parents. They were staring at me.

"What?" I asked.

"You're smiling, a lot..." My mom explained.

"Oh, I was... I was just thinking of something funny," I lied, "I'm gonna go to my room." After setting my plate in the sink, I did just that.

My fingers slid down my pants pocket, fishing out the cigarette. I stared at it for a moment, then gazed around my room for a place to hide it. Where could I hide this!? Uhm... closet...?

I began digging through my closet until I found a random shoe box. Quickly, I put it in there, then covered the box with clothes on the floor. Yeah... they won't be able to find it... I'll just give it back to Frank when he comes over again...

As I stood against my bed, staring at my closet, Mikey had come back to my mind. I can't wait to see him tomorrow... my sweet Mikey boy...

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Finally a new chapter, geez, I'm rlly slacking. Sorry, I started irl school yesterday. It went well but I'm not gonna have nearly as much time to update with school n stuff. I'll still update, just, idk, not as much. Have a sweet day~peace out cheesebags