Victim Of Love

A Little Bit Me, A Little Bit You

Mike got through a particularly annoying morning of Davy practicing one last time before his classes. He was almost thankful when it came time for his own classes so he wouldn't have to stay in that crappy room anymore.

He strolled his way to one of the few classes he enjoyed. Music theory. Though he had a general education major due to his encouraging mother, musical arts was his minor. Because there was no way in hell he was going through college for nothing. The classroom was stuffy and small but he enjoyed it none the less. He came quietly into the class and sat down in his usual seat.

About halfway into the class, he was taking his notes when someone whispered. "Hey? Can I see your notes for a second?"

Mike sighed, annoyed but looked up at the blonde guy and handed his notebook over without a word. "Thanks, I'm Peter." He stuck out his hand which Mike politely took.

"Mike."
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Micky had actually been able to drag himself out of bed with enough time to make it to class. Afterwards, Peter pointed out that he had just enough free time to go back to the library and work. Micky had been hoping to do something fun but he complied with the promise that Peter would stop by and help after his music theory class.

But after a long and awful hour and a half, Peter was nowhere to be found. Micky had been staring down at his paper for such a long time, the highlighter was burning his eyes.

"Uggghh." He sighed and shook his head. Just when he thought he was almost done, he glanced back at the large stack he had left. He let his face fall onto the table and just sat there like that.

Mike had come out of class at least twenty minutes ago and found himself going back to the library. Anything to get away from Davy, who he was sure was still practicing. As he walked in, there sat in the same spot at the table was that guy he'd seen last time. And once again, he seemed to be distressed and crying. He was hiding it well, Mike'd give him that but he was surely crying in a mess of paper.

This time, he'd have to do something. His mother had raised him better than to ignore someone in such a state. But comforting someone was not up his alley.

He remembered that time freshman year when Davy had gotten dumped badly and he'd found him a mess in their room. All Mike had seemed to do was make Davy feel worse without meaning to.

He turned on his heels and went down a neighboring hall where two vending machines glowed cheap light onto the opposing wall. He strolled over and slowly dug through the fabric of his pocket, fingers going over a few random buttons.

Briefly, he wondered what the guy might like. His eyes ran over the rows of chip bags that were reflecting the neon looking light. He ran his finger under his chin and decided that cookies were the ultimate comfort food, so he punched in the number for the small bag. He hunched over and pulled them out, skin tugging under the metal flap.

He then moved onto the next machine. Deciding on just a bottle of water. With the snack, he sauntered back over to the boy. He pulled out the chair next to him and sat down but didn't say anything. The boy looked up and his face was dusted red and there was a subtle trail of tears under his eyes.

So Mike just slid the snack to him without word. He furrowed his brow so Mike offered a kind smile and urged him to take it. And he did, he immediately looked much brighter as he calmed down and ate.

"Thanks, I needed that." He chuckled, now obviously embarrassed.

"S'alright. No need to get embarrassed now." Mikes shrugged. He looked down at the boys pile of work, noticing how daunting it all looked. "Would ya like some help?"