fivesos one shots

×Family× mc

a/n : mikey is about 11 years old in this story and the rest of the boys are 18

··Mikey··

"Hey kid."

"Kid."

"Kid get up!"

"Hey yo!"

I groaned rubbing my head and sat up looking around. Where the hell was I? Why was my head hurting so much? I was sitting on what seemed like concrete...er well laying. But it seemed as if I was in an alley. Then slowly the images came back to me.

I ran away.

The fight. The tears. The rain. The way my feet ached as I ran barefoot across the wet pavement. It was painful to think of yet I felt sort of relieved. Like I didn't have to wake up to screaming and yelling. I wanted to be brave so instead of covering my ears and crying like a normal 11 year old kid probably would, I hopped out of my basement window and dashed before my dog noticed. I didn't even know where my thongs went and I was still stupid enough to not bring any food or other useful items. It was then I noticed how hungry I was, but also that an annoying blonde was eyeing me worriedly.

"Hey what's your name boy?"

"Michael." I whisperd no matter how brave I wanted to sound, strangers always scared me. Though when I glanced at him for a second, his blue eyes seemed warm and bright. He seemed like a harmless one.

"What are you doing here in this alley? It's dangerous."

"Why does it matter to you?" I frowned. "Mind your own business."

The boy raised an eyebrow obviously sensing my maturity level was too much for a kid my age. But the boy's eyes softened as his eyes went to my head.

"Were you beaten?"

"No. I fell." I scooted away as he reached out to touch my head.

"Michael, I promise I won't hurt ya, I'm Luke." he held out a hand and I hesitantly shook it. "Do you have any idea where you are?"

"Nope." I popped the 'p' with no care at all. Luke covered up a chuckle.

"Okay you know what? Why don't I give you some food and then we can go find your parents?"

"I am not going out in public like this." I glanced down at my torn jeans and shirt which was covered in dry mud. I was sure my face and hair most likely looked worse.

"Kid, you not only need to wash but you need a hair cut too." Luke chuckled ruffling my hair. I frowned and shoved his hand away.

"Hey, I love my fringe you shutup blondie."

Luke ignored my comment. "Okay how about I take you to my apartment and you can wash up, I'll give you food then we can take you home."

"I don't even know you." I spat.

"Listen kid, I'm kinda all you've got right now so it's either food or die here."

I shivered at the word 'die'. "But I don't wanna go home." I whispered. Luke sighed.

"Can I just take you home? I can see you're weak-"

"I AM NOT WEAK!" I shouted and Luke looked at me surprised. "WHY DOES EVERYONE THINK I'M WEAK?"

Luke was surprisingly calm. "I meant physically Michael. With you running all the way out here, I pretty sure as hell know you've got guts. But your face looks drained you need food, you are pale."

I only nodded and attempted to stand while grabbing Luke's hand but I fell into his arms instead. I groaned from the pain in my head. Man I was dizzy. Luke chuckled.