The Door

That morning

When I wake up I feel a heavy weight across my body; this worries and makes me panic a little. This is until I look behind me and see a fast asleep Mikey facing me with his arm draped over my waist. The sight I'm seeing makes me smile because this is the first time I have seen him in this state. "He truly is a good-looking guy", I think. I turn to face him; his face is centimeters away from my face, and I can feel his breath on my skin. His breath is warm sending shivers down my spine. "Why am I feeling like this? What is this feeling?" I think to myself again. Ignoring every ounce in my body telling me not to, I reach my hand up and touch his cheek, then my hands guide themselves to his hair. I then move his hair off of his face to get a better look at the man I have known for so long; it's as if I'm seeing him for the first time. Just then he stirs and i freeze. Worried he might wake up, I pretend to be asleep; because of this sudden urge to pretend to sleep, I end up with my head on the pillow and my hand, that was once touching his face, on his chest. Out of all of the places where my hand would go of course it would land on his chest, directly above his heart to be exact. When I am finally in my position of acting fast asleep, I feel the once still and boulder like Mikey move a little. Under my hand I can feel his heart pick up pace, going faster and faster. I can feel his chest turn warm as if he is timid. After a second I feel a pair of eyes on me and I know that they must belong to the man I shared a bed with last night. Eventually I hear his raspy morning voice speak to, what may seem, himself,

"I could wake up to this every morning." I take this time to pretend to wake up because I know that if I didn't right then and there that I would have given away my act if I turned red; I know I would turn red anyways so why not blame it on being too hot or my dream?

"Good morning." I say in the best fake morning voice I can muster up; trying my best to not turn my face into the color of a bright red cherry.

"Oh, you're awake. Sorry, did I wake you?" responded Mikey in the same raspy voice.

"No you didn't ,but um Mikey?"

"Yeah Ro?"

"When did you come onto my side of the bed?" I sheepishly say while looking away from his bright green morning eyes. This makes Mikey look curious and probably wonder the same thing.

"I honestly don't remember, but we should probably should get up and find our way home today."

"You're probably right." With that, Mikey gets up out of bed, taking his arm off of my waist leaving me with a cold patch where it use to be. I think I actually miss it being there if I'm being honest. I kinda miss the dip in the bed where a body imprint is all that is left. I quickly get out of my thoughts and get up finally. I make my way to the door that possibly leads to a bathroom; I was right' it leads to a big beautiful bathroom that is the size of my bedroom back home. After doing my necessities in the bathroom Mikey then quickly takes my place and does what he needs to do.

Currently Mikey and I are trying to maneuver our way around when Luca comes into sight.

"Luca thank goodness we found you. We are trying to find our way out can you help?" I question.

"Yeah sure, I was just about to go to the garden do you want to accompany me? We can show your friend here to the dining room and then we can go eat out in the garden." When he asks me this I turn to see what or even if Mikey had anything to say but he just stood still and looked at Luca.

"Mikey, what do you think? Will you be okay staying here and wondering around the palace while I went?"

"Yeah, why not?" Mikey said; when he said this though he seemed to never take his eyes off of Luca, like a stare off has been started between the two. Luca's blue eyes and Mikey's green eyes, challenging each other. "I wonder why they are doing this" I say in my head. Out of nowhere the intense battle abruptly and now I had two sets of gorgeous eyes looking down at me. I instantly get insecure and it makes me do a forced laugh to try and lighten the once intense feeling of testosterone that was built up between the two guys.

"So, um to the dining room we go?" I uttered.

"Yes, to the dining room we shall go." spoke Luca.

"Yeah, let's go." Mikey countered.