COMING DOWN | M. WAY

Chapter Eight

Cecilia's POV

That was it. I had finally admitted what I had wanted to for four years.

Sure, Pete was great, but he was no Mikey. Mikey was sweet, adorable, and sometimes he could be hot. Downright hot.

And I had just told him. A minute before art started. It wasn't how I expected it to be, but I couldn't complain.

"That's not at all what I expected you to say," Mikey said with a small smile.

"What were you expecting?" I asked with a smirk. He shook his head.

"For you to tell me to go to hell and leave you alone. That I was creepy." I laughed.

"You seriously thought that?" He nodded. "Then, you sir, are psychotic." He nodded.

"Aren't we all?" he replied as Mr. Q walked in and started class.

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In the middle of the lesson, there was a piece of paper slid under my arm. I looked at it.

Come over to my house tonight at four. Ask Tyler for directions.

xoMikey

I smiled and put it in my pocket. I ripped out a piece of paper from my notebook.

Wouldn't miss it. See you at four.

xoCec

I smiled to myself and slid it over to him.

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After school, I ran home and changed. I put on my Misfits shirt and skinny jeans. I didn't think I needed to be too fancy. Then, my mother came into my room.

"Where are you going?" she asked in an obnoxious tone. I rolled my eyes.

"Out. With a friend." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Do I know this friend?" she asked. I sighed.

"Yeah. He's the tall one that's always at our house." She rolled her eyes, but left my room. I grabbed my phone and wallet and ran down the stairs, hoping to make it to Mikey's in time.

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And that's exactly what happened, surprisingly. I rang the doorbell at exactly four PM. A guy with black hair answered the door, still in his pajamas.

"Mikey!" he yelled, then looked back at me, studying me. "Nice shirt. Woah, who did your hair?" I smiled.

"I did." He smiled.

"You're like the coolest person ever. I'm Gerard," he introduced. I nodded.

"Cecilia. You also look like a cool dude." He smiled, showing his tiny teeth. Mikey then came running down the stairs, looking as hot as ever.

His hair was slicked back, his glasses were gone and replaced with contacts, and he was wearing all black.

"Hey," he said, walking past Gerard and outside with me. "Bye, G," he said as we started to walk, but Gerard had already closed the door.

"So," I said, "where are we going?" Mikey smirked.

"A place." I rolled my eyes with a smile.

"Any more specifics?" I asked. He thought for a second.

"You skate." I laughed.

"The skating rink?" I guessed. He nodded and smiled.

"That is correct, Cecilia," he announced. I laughed.

"You better be there to hold my hands. I don't know how to skate." He smirked.

"You bet."