The high school is more over populated than usual. Halls are filled with couples making out and doing things they shouldn't. Teens laugh and mess around, roaming throughout the school. Music can be heard in the distance. The gym is filled with even more rowdy teens. I loom inside the Gym, avoiding the other teen's sexual tendencies going on in the hall.
I hate dances, especially ones where I feel so alone at. Girls in over-priced dresses surround me, dancing with there boyfriends to the latest Pop shit and hanging around the snack bar. Meanwhile, I sit on the bleachers in a black dress with my usual jean jacket and converse. My phone buzzes with messages from the only friends I have, online ones.
I smile a bit and slosh around the drink resting in my cup when I see Mikey has texted. We were talking about the dance.
Frankie: It's so boring. I'd give anything for you to be here.
Mikey: Hey, sooner or later it will happen. *hugs*
Frankie: I wish it was sooner.
Mikey: You never know..
I giggle to myself and think of the band that brought us together in the first place.
Frankie: There might be something outside your window, but you'll just never know.
"Unless you look up." Mikey stood in front of me in a beautiful red and black dress, smiling widely. I felt my eyes begin to water as I jumped to my feet.
"How did you get here?" I cry as I hug them, something I've wanted to do in what seems like forever. I press my body up against theirs. I never want to let go of this.
They pull back. "Plane. Is that a problem?" I pick them up and twirl them around, our foreheads pressed together.
"Fuck no." I set them down and wipe the tears streaming down my face.
"Walk?" They take my hand and pull me out the door. The cool air hits us as we walk down the corridor of horny students. We move pass them, giggling to each other with out fingers intertwined. The front of school is virtually empty. A large willow tree sits next to a lonely bench.
I look towards Mikey. Their face is pale under the moonlight. They look beautiful. I had seen them in pictures and we had skyped, but I never thought they could get more gorgeous. I didn't think anything could be that gorgeous, but here is Mikey, breaking that assumption. They are looking towards the bench and I feel a tug on my hand, telling me to follow. I trace their steps. The petite figure sits on the bench, dragging me down with them.
"The sky is beautiful tonight." Their face is lifted to look at the sky and I couldn't take my eyes off of them. They look so amazing. How did I get this lucky? How on earth did I get such a perfect person?
"Like you." I feel a smirk spread across my face. Mikey blushes intensely and hugs me.
"You're so fucking cheesy, Franks." We pull apart and link our hands back together, looking up at the stars. Mikey turns to me and gives me a devious smile. Unknowingly, I turn to them. Their lips press against mine within seconds. I'm too stunned to do anything but kiss back. After a few seconds I realize what is happening and I place my hand to the back of their neck, bringing them in closer before pulling away.
"Wow, I.." I can't speak. We sit here in an eerie silence, blushing and shyly smiling at each other before we speak.
"That was.."
"Amazing." Mikey's eyes meet mine and we laugh. I pull them back into my arms and hug them.
"Thank you." My face is red and I stutter a bit but I get my point across.
They giggle in my ear and pull their phone out.
My phone vibrates seconds later as I pull it out of my purse.
Mikey: I love you.
I look towards them and smile widely. My eyes begin to water and I respond.
Frankie: I love you too.
"I know we don't have long.." Mikey shushed me before I could finish my sentence.
"I have you now, and you have me. Let every moment last as long as possible, Frankie." My face is in an upset expression, but I waste no time to hug them a few more times. They lay in my lap as we look above and chat quietly among the stars. I memorize every second to replay in my head later. I can't lose this because I don't know how long until I can relive it with them. I bend down to place another soft kiss against their lips. They whisper quietly against my mouth, "Frankie, don't ever leave me."
I nod and smile against their mouth. "Never."
"Frankie, don't let me go."
"I don't ever want to."
"Frankie please.." Their sentence cuts off and everything goes black.
The faint buzzing of an alarm clock goes off in my ear as I groggily wake up. I feel tears run down my face. My phone buzzes from missed calls and messages.
2 missed calls.
2 new voice messages.
5 new messages.
Mikey: Frankie.
Mikey: Frankie, what happened?
Mikey: Was that real?
Mikey: Frankie, Please.
Mikey: I let go.. I'm so sorry.
My heart beats faster as I listen to the voice mails.
Mikey's soft voice comes across the speaker, their voice obviously wrecked from crying.
"Frankie, I had a dream. It was so real. I could feel you, Frankie. Frankie, I need you right now."
Next message.
"Please. I let go. I didn't mean to, I wanted it to last forever. "
I read the texts again before replying.
Frankie: Mikey?
Frankie: Was that... Did you feel that too?
Frankie: I could feel you too, Mikey.
Frankie: I'm so sorry.
Mikey is typing...
Mikey: Was it real?
Frankie: I don't think so..
Mikey: Frankie, I miss you.
Frankie: It'll happen one day, I promise.
Mikey: Sooner or later. I wish it was sooner.
Frankie: Not long until I'm 18. Mikey, just a year at most. Will you wait for me that long?
Mikey: Will you love me that long?
Frankie: Always.
Mikey: There might be something outside your window, but you'll just never know.
I turn around and my heart drops, not seeing my beautiful Mikey in the red and black dress. I feel myself start to cry again.
Frankie: I love you.
Mikey: I love you too.
