Melodramatic Metathesiophobe

Tell Him

The sound of the doorbell was both relieving and frightening.

Ray wanted nothing more than to spill his guts and say everything, but he figured he should take it slow. He pushed the door open and smiled as Mikey dove inside, throwing his arms around him and squeezing.

"I'm back! We found Bunny, she was just chasing rabbits under the porch," he grinned, "and also, I think Gee has this major thing for his friend."

"Really? Are you serious?" Ray led him in and to the kitchen, handing him the sandwich and glass of water, "what tells you that? Wasn't he pining over that punk chick the other day? Or was that one of his little flings," he started eating his own food, rather hungry and drained. He was trying not to show it.

"Mhm. I asked him how the party went and he said they all had to make up sleeping arrangements. He ended up sleeping with the guy and the redness of his cheeks said a lot," he snickered quietly, "dude, I can only imagine what this dude must look like if Gerard is that invested."

Ray laughed sharply and rolled his eyes. "Maybe someday we'll be introduced," he offered, "if Gerard gets over this little secret thing, which is doubtful,"

"Mm." Mikey shook his head, "we'll meet him eventually. I have some guesses as to what he looks like, but who knows. He could be this like, super popular white boy for all I know," and Ray shivered.

"Not really Gerard's type. Though 'Gerard's type' is a very loose term," he smiled at the many crushes and flings he heard about. He was feeling better already, and pretty much forgot what he was planning on telling Mikey. They talked like that for way longer than it seemed, their conversations taking wild tangents, and before he knew it, they were on the couch watching some weird reality show neither could care less about. They cared more that they were together and that they had someone to talk to.

Ray's palms began to sweat as he contemplated bringing up the whole werewolf thing. His stomach churned as he opened his mouth. "Hey Mikes?"

"Mm, yeah?" Mikey tore his eyes away from the screen, looking up at him from his spot leaning on Ray's shoulder.

"Do you still care to hear what's wrong with me?" he regretted phrasing it that way. He didn't want to believe anything was wrong. He wanted to be fine and normal and just be able to rest on the couch with Mikey and have a sleepover where they stayed up way too late geeking out over Star Wars for the millionth time. He didn't want to constantly have to worry about the way his tail would wag against his leg every time Mikey got near.

"Uh, yeah, duh," Mikey took off his glasses, "it's only the thing that's been worrying me for, like, weeks, and what was with the supernatural questions?? You got like, a bite from a vampire?" he muttered with a roll of his eyes.

"Not exactly," Ray's voice almost squeaked with how quiet it was.

Mikey looked at him like he had four heads. "Not exactly. What in the hell do you mean not exactly?! I know I promised not to call you crazy but that's becoming a little difficult here," he sat up, staring Ray in the eye to the point where he had to look down or he was going to throw up his dinner.

"No, Mikey listen- just- you said you'd listen, you said you wouldn't call me crazy, so please, just hear me out," Ray tried, and he assumed it was the broken desperation in his voice that made Mikey's face twist with sympathy.

"Fine. Fine, but you'd better explain yourself here," Mikey itched his hand, "you're weirding me out worse than Gerard's sleep talking."

Ray took a deep breath and swallowed a few times. He tried over and over to make his next words sound sane.