Way Down ☁ Frikey

Away From All Of Reality

Frank

"You think we could really die together? You think we can make it that long?" I asked turning towards Mikey. He looked at me confused for a minute and then took a deep breath.

"Is this about Gee? Are you trying to give hints? Oh, my god. Are you saying you want to get married?" He sat up. I shook my head and laughed.

"No babe. They just got me thinking. Is it really possible to stay together forever?" I put air quotes around forever. Forever was impossible. I knew that for a fact. But in the words of John Green, a small infinity. Could we do that?

"I don't know, Frankie. All I know is is that right now, I love you. Even though you're a fucking dick sometimes." Mikey laid back down next to me and smiled. Instead of saying it back, I just wrapped my arms around him and laid my head on his chest. I laid there, listening to his heartbeat until I fell asleep.

-

The next morning was different. I woke up to a cold empty bed with no covers. "Mikey? Motherfucker, why did you take the blankets! I'm freezing in here!"

I angrily got up and search for some pants and a shirt, because of course Mikey had conned me into not where any. The little shit probably had the whole damn thing planned. Is that a note on the door? Of course, there's a fucking note on the door.

Find me and you might get a present. Mikey

The idea of sex did sound really nice, I had to admit, but I hated how he made me work for it. Even after all these years. I hate his messy handwriting and the way he scrawled his name. I hate everything about him and I love him too death. I hate that too.

I wandered through the own little apartment for a little bit before deciding to call his phone to see him he was smart enough to turn the ringer off. He always left it on. I hate that too.

Okay, maybe he wasn't as dumb as I thought. He left his phone sitting by the kitchen sink. He could hear the ringing from the bathroom. This apartment isn't that big and I'm now convinced he isn't in here.

"Mikey?" I called out. Was that a giggle? Oh, Mikey dearest, never could refrain from laughing at me now could you. I shuffled over to the only place I hadn't checked. Sure enough, there he was, crammed into the small cabinet pantry thing.

"Get your ass out here you little fucker." He smirked and climbed out of the cabinet. God, I really fucking hate him. But God did I really wanna fuck him.

-

It had been 8 days since Mikey pulled his last prank. It almost worried me. Half of my thought he was planning something big and the other half thought that something was wrong. I wanted to ask Gee if they knew anything  but that was a stupid idea. When do they know anything about anything besides Patrick?

"Hey, Mikes?" I called. He was probably in the kitchen making coffee for the third time today. I had to admit, the kid had a problem. There was a small hum from the kitchen in response to my call. "Can you come here?"

Another hum from the kitchen and footsteps towards where I was sitting.

"What is it, babe?" He looked tired. Maybe I shouldn't ask.

"You okay Mikey? You've seemed a little bit off lately. You would tell me if something was wrong right?" I couldn't help but get scared. I mean, fuck, I love him. And his awkward knees.

He hummed again and sat down next to me. I wrapped my arm around him and he leaned into me.

"I just haven't been drinking that much coffee lately. I know you don't like it so I thought I would tone it done. It's about 6 years late but it's better late than never right?" He stated and I giggled. I turn towards him and pressed my lips to his in a small closed mouth kiss. I hummed in appreciation as he kissed back and pulled away.

"Go get your coffee, stupid. I don't care how much you drink, as long as you eat enough to keep you healthy and you brush your teeth. Just like you don't like my ashtray mouth, I don't like your caffeine mouth, ya nasty." He got up and headed back to the kitchen, dragging his feet.