O Boyfriend (Pikey)

When The Smoke Clears

Finally, the day came. The day Pat would go on a date with the illusive 'Marty.' He made sure to get a shower, putting on his best cologne and clothes afterwards. He applied gel to his hair, combing it back neatly. Once he was done in the bathroom, he put on his flats. "Okay, Mikey, are we ready to go?" he asked as confidently as possible (which wasn't confident at all).

Mikey shouted in response, "Yeah!" When he stepped in the room, he put a hand over his mouth in shock. "Wow, Pat, you know how to go all out...you're very.." He paused, thinking of a word that wouldn't give it all away. "...handsome. Very sophisticated-looking." he whispers softly.

Pat blushed. "Well, so are you, Mr. Hoodie. Now let's go." He offered out a hand to him (though he didn't take it due to nervousness) and they were off. Mikey sat in a booth close by, as they'd planned, pretending to mind his own business. He felt a little bit bummed, however, because he wasn't sitting there with the drummer, sharing most children's favorite food with him.

This Marty guy has got to be something special! I mean, what's so gosh darn interesting about this guy, anyways?  I'm probably a thousand times hotter than him and a ton of times smarter! Where's he at?

An hour passes. Time for Pat to make his move. He sighed, "I guess he's not coming...I got stood up." He took off his glasses, burying his face in his hands. The bass player slowly rose from his seat and walked to the drummer's booth. He sat adjacent to him, his stomach dropping. It's now or never, Michael, he thought, make your move.

"Pat, I'm so sorry that this happened to you..he's a real jerk. He doesn't deserve you. You're too good for this. Do you want me to pay the bill and we can go back on the bus?" he asked him. "No, it's fine. I'm kinda not hungry anymore. I'm gonna die alone!" Pat started to cry, which made Mikey's heart clench tightly.

"You're not gonna die alone,"
"And how do you know that?"
"Because someone likes you!"
"Who? A fan?"
"Sorta,"
"Who is it?"
"Someone,"
"Spit it out, Welsh!"
"Me, damn it! Me! I like you a hell of a lot, okay?" he spat, looking away in guilt.

"You...do?" The slightly taller male's cheeks began to turn a light pink hue. "I wouldn't lie to you. I truly do like you. I'm honest." Pat stopped crying, looking up at Mikey. "That makes me feel better...thanks, man." he gratefully said. Does he think I'm joking? I'm going to prove it! Right now!

The fluffy-haired brunette leaned over the table and kissed his cheek. He did this because he figured that his lips would taste nasty after he'd cried. "If you were aiming for my mouth, you missed,"
"No, that was intentional --- " Pat was quick to steal his words, gently pulling his face back to his, kissing him semi-passionately.

The latter just rolled with it, holding his tattoo-clad hand over the back of Pat's pale one. He closed his eyes in bliss because he felt he'd finally reached heaven. He reached a warm feeling he hadn't had for some time. He was complete, as was the other male. Their kiss was something magical.

Eventually, they separated themselves from one another so they could get some air. "Now that was the best achievement of my career!" Pat joked, giggling afterwards. Mikey chimed in as they shared the pizza. Finally, both of them were at peace with each other now that they'd (hopefully) be with each other romantically. In a relationship all their own.