I'm in Love...with a Rockstar (MCR)

Chapter Eight: Another bus Ride

        I sleep by Mikey's side all of the thirty-four and a half days until he is released from the hospital. We get into some pretty deep stuff in our heart-to-heart chats. (We were alone) When we climb onto the bus, I half to grab Mikey's shoulders and steady him, because he almost stumbles backwards. There is a long, gnarly scar from the top, left side of his face, to the bottom right. It slices right through his lip. I think it looks cute. (Of course I do he's my boyfriend) (Wait...did I just say he was my boyfriend???) Anyway, his knees gave out and I was luckily behind him so he didn't tumble down the stairs. He turns his head and grins at me.

        "Thanks." Then he re-straightens his knees and walks to the couch. Before any of the guys can sit next to him, I plop down and throw my arms around his neck.

        "Get a room." Ray groans.

        "I'm not doing anything!" I say defensively. He grins at me. I groan and lean gently against Mikey's chest. He winces and I lean away. "So..." I begin, "We still going to Battery City?" I ask, gazing at Ray as he pulls a beer from the fridge.

        "Yeah." Frank says, brushing his long, black hair out of his eyes. "We've got to kill some of the stupid little Dracs." He says. "I mean, we need to get revenge, one of them shot you." I blush and look at the floor, they have to get revenge.

        "Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge." Mikey says, smiling, and raising one fist into the air.

        "I love that album." I say, recalling the very great songs. "Definitly 'The Ghost of You.' Where you die." I smile and poke Mikey's nose with the tip of my finger. He grins at me. I sink down into the cushions beside him, so I don't pain any of his healing wounds. But he pulls me into him anyway. He buries his nose into my hair and I can feel the tip of it against my neck. I shiver.

        "So. What can we do that doesn't involve injury?" Gerard asks, ruffling Mikey's blonde hair on his way to his seat.

        "What about.....Guitar Hero?" Ray asks.

        "Ehhh." I say. Mikey leans in and whispers in my ear, so only I can hear.

        "You haven't taken me up on that offer for dinner yet." I giggle and Frank shoots me a look. I turn around and look at him, we are so close, our noses almost touch.

        "Haven't really had time." I whisper. "I got hurt, you got hurt."

        "We can stop sometime along the way, and eat together. Just you and me. How does that sound?"

        "Amazing." I smile and turn back around. He wraps his arms around my waist. Gerard shakes his head and looks out the window.

        "This is gonna be hard to get used to." He mumbles, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

        "What?" I ask, and he glances over at me.

        "You and my brother."

        "Oh." I swallow. I think about it. I am an eighteen year old girl, falling in love with a thirty-two year old man. This might be a bit hard to get used to for me too. But, he is just so cute, even with a long, dark, scary scar running down his face. Mikey leans in and his lips brush over my ear. I shiver and grin at him out of the corner of my eyes. Ray shakes his head and picks up a Xbox controller. They begin to play along with Gee and Frank. We watch in silence, and as I slip my finger's through Mikey's I rub my thumb over the gash along the back of his right hand. I lift it up to my eyes, giving it a long look. It was originally, gushing a dark, scarlet liquid, and now is crusted over, and held together with black thread. I stand up, pulling Mikey with me. None of the boys look up as we leave. I lead him to the back of the bus, where we can't be overheard.

        "What's up?" He asks.

        "Um....do you think we left too early?" I swallow, trying hard not to break my gaze.

        "What do you mean?"

        "Are you sure you were well enough to leave?"

        "Yeah...I feel fine."

        "I just....it doesn't look like all of your injuries have completely healed. I just wanted to make sure-" He cuts me off, leaning in and pressing his lips against mine.

        "I'm fine." He grins, backing up, only slightly, just to look into my eyes. His nose touches mine. At that moment,  I think of Jared, I don't know why. I haven't heard from any of my friends in over two weeks. He wraps his arms around my body and pulls me into a hug.

        "I...I...."

        "Don't speak." He murmurs, I smile at his beautiful face. His blonde hair and black glasses. He truly is amazing. " I...want to tell you something."

        "Okay."

        "I fell in love with you."

        "I know."

        "That's not what I meant. I mean...I didn't even know you. It was like love at first sight...the first time I saw your picture. Gerard showed it to us, he told us that you were the one. I knew what he meant. You were the one. You were mine before you even knew it." He pauses. "When you started to talk about Jared...I thought you liked him and for a time, I didn't even want you around. Then I...I discovered that you liked me too, and I...I..." He stops short.

        "You what?" I ask, my voice barely a whisper.

        "I really was in love." I smiles and kisses me again.

        "Really?"

        "Really."

        "Oh god...why?" Gerard's voice breaks us apart. We both look to the left, where Frank, Ray and Gerard are standing and staring. I close my eyes, pressing a hand to my forehead.

        "Go away!" Mikey growls, but they don't budge.

        "Did you really like her right when I showed you that picture?" Gerard asks.

        "Yes. I did. Now LEAVE!" He shouts. They don't move. Figures. I sigh and look at the floor. Mikey's hand is cupped around my cheek, he lifts my face, and whispers in my ear. "Don't mind them. They're going to bug us all the time anyway.

        "Great." I mumble. My 'brothers' are going to bug me. I think I'm going to look forward to that. Sarcasm.