If I Were Yours

Ch. 4 Goofy goober (Donnie)

Donnie's POV

!*A few months earlier*! Things are not the same as in chapter 2 in this first paragraph!!!***

"Metal Head?" I holler, adjusting my lab goggles that were around my eyes, to keep them on top of my forehead, allowing the only green part around my eyes to show through the dusty ick and stick particals floating about my laboratory.

"Metal head?" I yell. "Metal Hea---" I manage to get out, before a pair of strong light green hands wrap around my neck, lightly, against the side of my skin, not squeezing or trying to hurt me.

My heart speeds as I punch the intruder in the face, making contact with the man's jaw.

"Let go." I yell, turning around to see Mikey's face, full of joy and happiness, as if this was some sort of joke. Which it wasn't. Not anywhere near it. And I could have really hurt him. Which I didn't want to or mean to. Not at all. I didn't mean to...

Mikey stood and hugged me loosely, tears sitting in his eyes, something that I didn't know if they were from me or from laughing so hard. Which, one, it wasn't funny at all, and for two... it wasn't to funny at all... nope. Not one bit...

I go to talk my mind off, but I stop short when I realize that this stranger isn't even my brother. It was a much taller man with piercings and chains. A man who was as well green, but who seemed much more intimidating and scary. Much scarier than my brother in so many more ways, that it became a joke. Someone who didn't belong here at this moment, or right now.

A punk.

I opened my mouth to say something again, failing as tears well over my bottome eye lids, moving forwards and wrapping my arms around M.C's body.

He chuckles and hugs me as well with his muscular arms that would forever be there for me. Holding me up when I was down. "Oh Donnie. My sweet Donnie." He whisperes lowering his voice to a softer tone, and kissing my forehead with soft adorable lips. "Oh Donnie." He says again, holding me close as I sob into his chest like a baby.

"It's okay honey bun." He whispers, rubbing my shell calmly and allowing himself to cry for the first time in forever. Well for me at least.

His voice was silk soft and had a hint of an accent to it, as if he was raised in a different part of town. Which he was, and I loved it. I couldn't ever change that about him and I can promise you that I wouldn't. Because he was mine forever. He did promise anyhow. And I beileve him forever and always.

He did promise didn't he?

I can promise he did?

Wait?

Please come back.

You promised!

M.C?

My friend?

My boyfriend?

My love?

Where have you gone?

Where have your promises gone?

Please?

**Present day. Convention and all.**

"Metal Head? Please come here." I beg looking over at the corner where my robot stood shaking his head disapprovingly, as if I had done something wrong. I don't understand what's gotten into him, but he's been acting like this all day, and night, and almost everyday before this one.

I close my eyes tightly, holding back tears that needed to get out of my system, but wouldn't as I walzed over to my pet robot friend guy. "Please Metal Head?" I plead with all my might, wiping my face of sweat tears and dust as well, something that had accumulated for the past hours that I'd been in here.

"I need your cooperation buddy." I mumble, pulling the robot after me, as he practically trips to keep up with my long paces. "I don't understand what's gotten into you, but please, please, please, please..."

I shake the robot in my hands, meanicingly and buisness like, trying to get the message across his thick metal head. "I need you to be a good boy and listen to me." I say, keeping my voice as even as I could, tears beginning, just beginning to run.

"Please." I beg, standing up, and wiping my eyes with a dark hand. I needed to stop. Stop right here. He was gone, he didn't love me, and thinking about him didn't make it any better for my weak heart.

The muscle inside my body, the heart, began to speed up as my breathing worsened. "Metal Head. Metal Head. Please get... get my pumps." I manage to mumble out, my robot walking away to go and get what I asked for, triping over himself now.

I keep wiping tears off, managing my breath more than I did before, still having a hard time. "Shoot." I whisper, letting my body go limp, resting my head on the table that had no human qualities or comforts that I needed.

I don't know why my health has worsened, but it's been happening ever since I was younger, and everyday it's been worsening to it's maximum state, and I don't exactly know why.

The only thing I know of for sure is that my medical state has plummeted 20 times worse for everyday ever since he's left. I still can't tell why, but I knew I was happier with him, because he was the only one who actually got me, who actually promised, who actually loved, and now he was gone.

The robot walks back quickly, returning from his journey to the cupboard, and lifts up an upwards palm, just so I can see the object in his hand. A small object that was stained the color orange, and that I needed for my breathing and any other medical problems that it helped with.

"Thanks." I croak out, taking the small pump from the metal hand that gave it to me. And I can't tell you how good the mist felt as if made it's way down my throat and into my system.

The sigh of relief that I let out was unheard of and odd for me to be doing, the reason behind it being because I didn't normally feel this..... well.... good.

At least not until M.C left I haven't. And I know I should just get over him anyways, and I know I would feel a lot better if I did, but I can't. It's just not so easy to let someone so important to you.... slip out of your mind with a single thought or blink of an eye.

The robot sticks up a thumb at me, completing his job, and heads off again, opening my laboratory door, to Mikey's lit up face, all full of joy and happiness. I didn't mind though, I liked to see him happy, even when I was down and depressed.

He laughes and walks over, just to punch me on the upper arm playfully, yelling something in the process of the punch that was really loud. "Ready for the conversion my bro bro?"

And that's all it took, his excitment, his energy and a bit of effort, for me to nod and smile. "Ready as I'll ever be."