Something New ~ Mikey Barone

Chapter 7

Three days later (Hannah's P.O.V.)-

Sitting at home alone is pretty boring on a Friday night, so I decided I'll most likely hang out with Mikey tonight.

Mikey and I have been together every day, and even though we barely know each other yet, I feel like we're becoming closer. I learn something new about him each time I'm in his presence and he's really fun to be around.

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Me: hey

I decided to talk to Bryce today. He's been trying to get the chance to apologize every time he sees me, but I don't need another apology because he's forgiven.

Bryce: Hannah I'm sorry I should have talked to you

Me: Bryce it's okay. I know you're sorry, I'm over it. I just want to be friends again (:

Bryce: yayyy come over, Mikey wants you to anyways

I smiled from ear to ear. I don't know why, but whenever anyone mentions Mikey, I get this happy, tingly feeling inside. Whenever I'm around him it multiplies, and I like the feeling.

A lot.

Me: okay, on way

I grab my hairbrush and run it through my thick, coarse hair rapidly, before slipping on my Converse and rushing out the door.

I walk the quick path to Bryce's house when I hear something coming from his backyard.

"I'm such a fuck-up, why am I such a fuck-up!?" It yelled.

Mikey.

Then I heard a ping! sound.

Should I go check on him?

I don't want to interfere.

"I'm so stupid!" He screamed angrily.

Another ping!

The thoughts in my mind battled each other for a few minutes, until I eventually decided to go with my gut and make sure he's okay.

I made my way over to the backyard. "Mikey?" I yell, his figure coming into view, baseball bat in hand. He dropped the baseball bat and the ball when he saw me. He must have been hitting it against the fence.

Was he crying?

He just looked at me, hopeless. "Hannah, I-," he cut himself off and sighed. His voice was weak and dry.

"Mikey, what happened?" I walked closer to him and gave him a hug. It wasn't a side-hug, or a quick, lazy one. It was long and tight. I wanted him to know I would listen, and I would be there for him.

I felt small droplets of tears on my t-shirt, which made my heart sink.

"I got a girl pregnant," he spoke between sobs, not breaking the hug. I stayed silent, letting him vent. "I-I don't know what to do Hannah. I want to do something, but I-I just can't. I can't disappoint people, but I can't fix this," he cried.  "It's like no matter what I do, I can't do anything right. I'm just trying to please everyone. Do you know what that feels like?"