Stolen From Superman-The Sequel To Waiting for Superman

Chapter 15- #Merome

*Ali's POV*

At least I think he understands. Maybe he's upset about it, but I've made myself clear. "Percy." I say softly. He bounces off the bed and out of the room. I sigh, staring at the wall. Jordan wraps his arms around me "We have to tell him everything." He says quietly. I lean my head on his shoulder. "And talk to Percy. What if that was some physcopath?" The thought sends a cold bolt of fear through my heart. I hadn't even thought to him about that before now. Some parent I am.

I brush my hair quickly and make my way into the main room, knowing very well what I have to do. Percy plays a game the Jordan gives him and Mitch sits on the couch, staring at the wall. What a messed up house this is. "Mitch." I say softly, and he looks up, almost blankly. But there is anger there. And sadness. Jordan clears his throat. "Come one Percy." He glances at me briefly, and nods. He then turns and takes Percy into the recording room, leaving me alone with Mitch. I take a deep breath. I have to do this alone. And he knows that.

"So you're going to tell me you're together, right?" he says bitterly, almost as soon as I sit down. I sigh, but nod. He deserves to know. "But we did not sleep together, if that's what you gathered from that." I add, glancing back at the room. "Hm." He says. I look down "I thought you were with Jerome." I say quietly. He scoffs a bit. "Who told you that?" I blink, what he said settling in. "Jordan, right?" I swallow. He lied to me? I nod slowly. "Well I'm not. I liked you, actually. But that's not of much significance now, is it?" His voice is cold. He's... mean. Much more than he's been to me. Is this how he always acts to Jordan? No wonder he hates him. "I'm sorry." I whisper. "But, Jordan and I... we fit." I continue softly. He nods, and if I'm not mistaken, a glimmer of tears appear in his eyes. He doesn't even know me. Why is this affecting him like this? But then he blinks, and they're gone. "Why do I matter so much?" I ask, voicing my thoughts. He smiles weakly. "Do you have any idea how much guilt this has caused me?" I blink, slightly shocked. "I just kept telling myself; It's my fault. It's my fault she's in a coma. I could have killed you!" he says, voice shaky. I lean back slightly. I've seen what can happen when he gets irrational. It almost cost Jordan his life. In my dream, anyways. But if things continue how they have been, my dream might have just as well been real. "Mitch I had no idea." I say. He nods, pressing his lips together. My heart weighs heavy. Mitch has always been a special sort of weakness of mine. "I wouldn't trade it for the world. Thank you." I say. He raises an eyebrow, confused "Why are you thanking me?" I sigh. "I would never have known you or Jordan is it weren't for that coma." I explain. And I'm not just saying that. It's true. He blinks and laughs a bit. "Well then, you're welcome." Things go a bit silent. Then he speaks again. "The whole Jerome thing is a little complicated." I glance at him. "How so?" He sighs "Well, I like him. And he likes me." I wrinkle my forehead "Well then why-" He cuts me off. "Just think about it. It isn't easy to be with someone when you're famous. Especially in a relationship that's somewhat controversial. We're under a lot of pressure. And I don't want to risk losing my best friend. But I..." he trails off. I look at him for a moment. He rests his elbows on his knees, forehead wrinkled in distress. He's obviously been struggling with this for a while. "I think you could do it." I say, and he glances up. "You've been able to handle the pressure so far. And if you love him, nothing, and I mean nothing, should hold you back." Getting emotional with my little speech. This topic means a lot to me. He blinks back tears of his own. "You're right. I love him." I smile, glad to see him happy. His face breaks out in a wide grin. "I love Jerome Aceti. And I'm going to go tell him." He says, standing, eyes shining. I smile. It's sort of beautiful. To see someone accept themselves. I stand too, hugging him spontaneously. "Thank you Ali." He whispers. I pull back and look at him for a moment. "I'm here for you. Any time you need me. Ok?" I say quietly. He nods, smiling a bit. "And if you ever need anything, just drop by." He responds, glancing at the recording room door. I know he refers to Jordan. But he has no reason to worry. I nod anyways. "I'll see you later." He says. And with that, he leaves, just as quick as he came.

*Mitch's POV*

I drive home about as quickly as I dare. I feel free. That visit gave me closure on Ali. She's happy, as far as I can tell. Partially because of me. It relieves my guilt. Also, I can be myself now. I can be with Jerome. And that makes me happier than anything else. Even Jordan doesn't seem like such a bad guy right now.

I bust through the door of the house, smiling widely. "I'm home!" I sing-yell, loving the echo that reverberates against the walls. "Hey biggums!" a voice yells back. A perfect voice. "Come here Jerome!" I say back, not caring if anyone else is home. He walks into the main hall, slightly puzzled. "Mitch, what's-" He is cut off when I kiss him, square on the lips. Something I've only done once before. Right after Ali went comatose. When I was in such a bad place. I feel his shock at first, so I pull back, searching his eyes for something, anything. "Mitch..." he says. It's like hanging on the edge of a cliff. Waiting. Praying he'll say something. "What about everyone else?" he says, in a hushed tone. I can't contain my smile. Even with that one sentence, he's said yes. He loves me. "I don't care what they think! I don't care what anyone else thinks! I love you. And I want to be with you." I say, not caring if the entire world hears. He stares at me for a moment. And then smiles "Mitch, I don't think there's ever been a bigger power move." He says, chuckling a bit. I grin so widely it hurts, and he kisses me this time. Everything else goes white, and all that matters is him. I have never felt so happy. So free. I can be with the man I love. And that's how it should be.

A/N: Lol repeat merome!!!! Little less Jali this time, but no worries, we'll get back to that in the next chapter. Just gotta remember this is also a TC fanfic:) Speaking off, did anyone get to go to the event on Saturday? I wanted to soooo bad and it was really awesome judging by the vids they posted:( Drop a comment, slap dat vote button, and I'll see you epic people later!

-Argo