Obsession

7. Do You Believe In Fate?

We drive for what seems like hours, and in all reality it probably has been, before pulling up to a small house in the middle of nowhere. "Where a-" I start to ask, but Mikey cuts me off "mine and Gerards place..." he says quietly and I nod. He leads me inside and looks around, deep in thought. "You can sleep in my room if you'd like, Gerards room is in the basement and I can sleep on the couch." He says after a moment, "I cant make you do that, I'll sleep on th-" he cuts me off again. "Would you feel safer with two doors, a staircase and me between you and Gerard or just a door?" He asks, looking at me with a hint of concern in his eyes. "The first one..." I say quietly and he nods "then its decided, you'll sleep in my room, I'll sleep on the couch. At least until you feel safe around him," he says and I nod "o-okay."

Mikey carries my  bag up the stairs and I follow him awkwardly. He sets them down in a corner and I look around, his rooms fairly empty, obviously he's not home often. "So, you're a cop?" I ask, tilting my head "yeaah, Gee's lucky I dont arrest or institutionalize him..." he trails off, saying the last part quietly. "Oh... so he's actually-" I cut myself off, pointing my index finger toward the side of my head and twirling it around, meaning crazy. "Yeah... he was fine until our grandmother passed, I think when she died, a part of him did as well..." he trails off and I look toward the ground, suddenly feeling sorry for the way I had been treating him. Maybe he's just been looking for someone to fill the gap... damn, I'm a shitty person. What the fuck Y/N? He shot frank.

Mikey walks over to me, "whatcha thinkin about?" He asks quietly, "nothin..." I whisper and he tilts his head, "your thinking of something, I can see it on your face Y/N, what's up?" I sigh and look up at him "I'm confused..." I say quietly "about?" "Gerard... I feel bad for treating him the way I did, cause what if he's just been trying to fill a hole that was left when your grandmother passed? What if hes just been searching for help outside of a therapist or his brother? Yet, I shouldn't feel this way... he killed Frank and threatened Andy's life... he trashed my apartment and treats me like property, yet I feel bad for being a bitch to him." I finish, a small smile appears on Mikeys face for a split second, before fading back to his poker face.

"Do you believe in fate Y/N?" He asks and I shake my head, he sighs "well, I do. And I believe that you're on this earth to help my brother, that's why you feel bad for hurting him." I look at the floor "that's an interesting way of viewing things..."

~A few Hours later~

We somehow end up, sitting in his bedroom floor, playing truth or dare, a bottle of cheap whiskey (are you sure it isn't Holy Water?) sits on the floor between us, everytime we refuse a truth or dare, we drink. Neither of us have refused yet, so the bottle was still completely full. God, we seem like dumb teenagers...

"Okay, Y/N, truth or dare?" He asks, leaning on his knees "truth," "who is Andy?" He asks and I frown "a friend, was my boyfriend for a short time. Before your brother fucked that up..." he hums, the game continues in a similar manner until we had both gotten a little tipsy, I had gotten just tipsy enough so my mind is foggy. "Truth or dare?" He slurs out "dare..." I say quietly and he smirks "I dare you too..." he pauses, thinking for a moment. "I dare you to, go downstairs and makeout with Gerard-" he slurs "kay." I whisper and get up, walking out of his room. He follows, leaning on the railing.

I slowly walk down the stairs, looking around the living room and kitchen for Gerard. "Check the basement!" He calls and I walk out of the kitchen, shooting finger guns at him "smart!" I shout and stumble down the basement stairs. "Hey Gerarrrrrd~" I slur, he sits up in his bed, looking at me in confusion "Y/N? I'm pretty sure you shouldnt be down he-" hes cut off as I press my lips to his. "Oh, okay, wow..." he mutters against my lips, kissing back before pulling away. "Woah, is that alcohol?" I ignore his statement, leaning forward and pressing my lips to his again. "Okay, okay..." he kisses back, slowly and the rest of the night blurs in my brain.

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Shorter chapter than usual, but I wanted to put out something so here...