Jet Black Heart\\M.C.

+4+

+Hannah+

I awake before Mikey, finding him on his back with his arm over his head and the other extended towards me like always. He breaths deeply, his bare chest rising and falling to fill his lungs with the healing oxygen his cells need. I place Daniel in the crook of his arm and give his cheek a light peck before I crawl out of bed and take a shower.

Mikey is still asleep when I exit so I quietly grab my clothes, shorts and a Montley Crue crop top. I quickly brush my hair and then shake it out as I head into the living room, settling at the computer, with two monitors because I'm in love with a gamer, to register for my classes. I log into my uni account to check the recommended courses, reading through the descriptions, needed materials and, of course, the credits.

After that I read the documents outlining my scholarship. I don't make it far before I get up to brew some coffee, my eyes and body already feeling sleepy. Mikey still sleeps soundly when I check on him, my heart missing him but I want him to enjoy his bed and get rest before he leaves me, and our little home we created, in just a few short days. So I take my mug with me back to the computer and begin from the beginning again to go over my scholarship agreement and outlines, not wanting to miss a thing.

I get half way through the papers and sigh, rubbing my forehead with frustration, feeling like I'm not retaining any information. My cup of coffee sits almost empty before me so I get up to get more, checking the bag to make sure I didn't buy decaf. I didn't. So I return, yet again, and take notes to help my brain lock onto the important parts I will need to remember going forward.

"Morning," Mikey's raspy, sleepy voice fills my ear before he plants a kiss on my hair and then grabs my hand away from my face, "Stop that. Babe, you're gonna chew your fingers right off."

"Yeah," I sigh, dropping my hands to my empty mug and looking at my gnawed nails.

"What's up?" He asks, kissing my temple and then looking at the computer screens. "Classes?"

"Yes," I sigh. "I don't know what to take. There's too many options and I'm not sure what is needed for a Bachelors in Art Education and what isn't."

"I barely graduated," Mikey chuckles, "You're asking the wrong person, Babe."

"Maybe I should talk to Ashton. He might know," I chew my lip.

"He was going to be a music teacher. You don't want to be a music teacher," Mikey turns down the idea.

"No, but he would know the basic courses for me to get started with," I counter as he goes to the sofa with his coffee.

"And so would your counselor. Thats who you should talk to, right?" he redirects again.

"Yeah," I exhale heavily, "You're right."

"That's what they're there for right? To guide you."

"Yes, Michael," I snap before I rub my forehead, the frustration of it all making my head hurt and him telling me what to do is making it worse.

"Fuck, I was just trying to help," he complains, the sound of his sassy voice like nails on a chalk board and my spine aches.

"Well you're not," I bark as I stand, "You're making it worse!"

His brows furrow at me before I storm off to the bedroom, releasing a frustrated grumble into my pillow after I slam the door. I grab Daniel and roll away from the door, taking deep breaths as I try to soothe my head and keep myself from crying, unsure why I am so upset. I do feel tired; my body feeling fatigued and decide I must not have slept well. I should just take a nap.

I hear the door click open just as I close my eyes and Mikey's weight sinks into the bed. His hand lightly caressing my shoulder before its replaced by his lips; just resting his face there. I feel him watching me but don't move, not knowing what to say.