Big Bad Wolf

The Hunger Never Stops

*Pete's POV*

Awkward doesn't even begin to describe how I feel. Mikey's protecting me, but why?  He seemed good today, though, quiet. Maybe he's finally giving me a break. So after English I go and talk to Brendon.

"I'm sorry" I tell Brendon right away.

"I know" he laughs slightly. "you're not the only one who sneaks out and kisses his boyfriend in the halls late at night."

"He's not my boyfriend" I blush deeply. Because, well, he's not. But I've kissed girls before. The kisses have always felt soft and meaningless. But with Mikey, it made my stomach do flips and I even enjoyed it.

Brendon pats my shoulder "sure he isn't"

Then I had to tell him about Mikey's out of character hesitation. What he said last night.

"Clearly he cares about you but he won't say it. He's gotta keep up that tough boy act."

"Why?"

He chuckles and shakes his head. "Don't you see? He's an ass to protect himself. Something clearly happened to him and now protecting himself is all he knows."

"Everything was so simple until he came around" I grumble.

"Everything happens for a reason-" Brendons sentence is cut off by the fire alarm going off. I roll my eyes because this is the second fire drill this month. But I march out the building with Brendon by my side nonetheless.

As I noted the smoke billowing out of the building and the fact that this is in fact not a drill, I realised I'm missing Mikey. Which brings me to wonder if he started the fire. He probably did, which makes me ten times more stressed out.

"Bren," I say grabbing his attention away from the mystery of the fire. "Mikey!"

"He'll be fine" he waves me off, looking back at the dusty smoke dissolving into the tainted blue sky.

I feel ready to jump out of my skin. I want to run around to find Mikey but I know it won't do much. So I just sit on the crub as adults hurriedly run around for order. It's not long until I hear sirens and big red trucks are pulling in the lower lot, parallel to me. He could still be in the building. No, no. He's sixteen he's old enough to get out on his own. Plus knowing him, he started the fire.

"So," Brendon clears his throat and lowers his voice so only I could hear him "Whatcha gonna do about him?"

I shrug "What should I do?"

Brendon bites his lip. "You guys should date and talk things out and stuff..."

"Princess" Mikey greets with a cocky attitude. He sits to my right and lights up one of the nicotine filled death sticks like no one will notice.

"Stop calling me that!" I blush

"You love it" he puffs the awful smoke my way

"I don't" I lie.

"Mmmhmmm, sure cupcake" he says before looking over me to talk to Brendon. "Fuckboy, what's up"

Brendon laughs like its an inside joke-it probably is. "Not much, you?"

"Same ol same ol" he hands Brendon a cigarette and Brendon takes it with no hesitation, like they've done it before.

Brendon looks over me, to Mikey, whilst taking a deep drag of chemicals. "Where'd you get these?" Brendon asks

"A friend, just dropped them off" he smirks

"Oh my goodness" I groan " you set the fire didnt you?"

"Well yeah, had to get my smokes somehow"Mikey will kill me one day, like all the stress he gives me will just make me explode. I briefly wonder what my exploded body would look like but I got nauseous really fast.

"What am I gonna do with you?" I mutter. Why did I let myself get caught up in such a wreck. I should not like the bad boy. I should not be gay. Unfortunately, both facts are true and my life is becoming a bad television show my mum would watch.

"Kiss me" he answers my rhetorical question a little too loudly and I blush a deep red.

"Keep it down!" I shush him looking around to see if anyone heard but most people are focused on the firetruck and it's obnoxiously loud sirens.

"No one heard, sweet cheeks, they're all afraid to look in my general direction. Like I'll kill 'em if we make eye contact." Mikey says and causes Brendon to laugh.

"You probably would" he chokes out between laughs.

After the cigarettes have been smoked,crushed and littered on the ground, and everyone went back inside; Mikey and I were sitting doing homework. More or less. Mikey never does his work, he either copies mine or just doesn't do it, so he's playing on his phone with an open, unread text book in front of him. Normally I can focus and do my homework in no time, but today I'm distracted. I'm lost in thoughts of Mikey and his every movement attracts my eye. He's smooth and beautiful, hard to take my eyes off of.

"You're staring again, cupcake. That's rude" he doesn't take his eyes off his phone until I clear my throat.

"I wasn't staring. I was... admiring." I defended

Mikey smirks his signature smirk that makes me want to either smack it off his face or kiss it. The latter is preferred though, it's more fun for the both of us.

"I don't know much about you" I prompted, because truth be told I didn't.

"There's not much to know" he sighs, clicking his phone off

"What are your parents like? Do you have any siblings?"

"Dads an accountant, he's a dick and very boring. Moms a nurse, too touchy feely. I have a brother, Gerard. He's cool, he's like me. The only difference is he's a freaking closet nerd, comics and stuff I guess. He bought me drugs, I pretended to listen"

"Thats awesome! My dad is a pastor and my moms a stay at home mom. I have a brother in college and sister in primary school"

He nods. He likes to pretend he doesn't care, but I can see it in his eyes that he's actually listening.

I open my mouth to ask another stupid question but he shuts it easily by kissing me. I honestly didn't see him even get up, but I'm in a chair and the way he's bent down has to hurt. But I melt into the kiss anyways. His hands on my cheeks and mine on his hips.

Mikey's different. Exciting. He brings a certain energy into my life that I didn't know I was missing. I can't get enough of it. It's times like these that I enjoy, that I let myself go and go with what feels good. Alone, in a room with the low buzz surrounding us.

I feel him bite my lip and my stomach twists. A low groan bubbles in my throat, and in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

I feel him smirk and chuckle, in a low sexy way, before pulling back.

"You're so innocent" he says with a cocky attitude. He normally says something that boosts his masculinity after something relationship related happens.

I want to reach out and hold him forever, but he's like butter sometimes, always slipping away.

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School started. *intense crying*

I was so tired and hungry and I wanted to cut a peach into slices on my desk so I went to ask my teacher if that was okay but I accidently said "is it okay if I cut Meth on my desk". Whoops

Anyways, aweee kisses.

~Dani