COMING DOWN | M. WAY

Chapter Twenty Three

Cecilia's POV

The week after our interviews, I didn't get a real chance to sit down and talk to Mikey. We were going all over the country with Warped, playing shows, meeting fans, and just everything we could have dreamed of. I had so much fun, with all of it. As far as I knew, Alicia and Donna hadn't commented on our interviews. 

There isn't words to describe how thankful I was. 

Two weeks after the interviews, we got a break. We were stopped in Las Vegas, which I was really happy about. I planned on seeing Brendon for the first time in almost 3 years. 

And I still needed to talk to Mikey, mainly because one thing was bugging the shit out of me.

I couldn't stand us acting like we did. Acting like we were just friends.

We were never just friends. We never planned on being just friends. We never acted or felt like just friends.

It was infuriating that we acted as if the ten months didn't change that much.

It changed everything. 

We were different after and during.

I just couldn't stand it. 

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"Cecilia," Tyler said, waking me up, "you need to talk to Mikey."

"I know that, dumbass," I said, sitting up, "and I intend to soon." He rolled his eyes.

"If you intend to, get your skinny ass up and go over there and say, 'Mikey Way, I really love you a lot.'" I sighed, knowing he was right. 

I put on a plain shirt and jeans, not really trying to look pretty. I was going for a plain look. I put my hair in a bun, then left my bus. When I stepped outside, I saw the one person that I absolutely did not plan on seeing that day.

Pete fucking Wentz.

"Hey," he said, waving me over. I hesitated, but eventually gave in and walked over to him. We just stood there for a minute, waiting for the other to say something.

"What did you need?" I asked, trying to sound like I cared. He sighed.

"I miss you. Like a lot." Out of all the things he could have said, he had to say that, didn't he? Of course he did.

"I...uh....I'mstillinlovewithMikey," I said, backing away from him. He looked confused, so I made a mad dash to the MCR bus. I pounded on the door until a sleepy Frank opened it. I pushed past him and sat down, out of breath.

"The fuck?" he asked, closing the door. I held up a hand, signalling for him to wait. 

"Pete *gasp* was out there *gasp* and he said *gasp* that he *gasp* missed me." Frank nodded and sat down next to me.

"I see. And what did you say to him?" I rolled my eyes.

"I would tell you, but the location we are in is not the best." As I said that, Mikey walked in...shirtless. He didn't have his glasses on and he was basically blindly walking towards whatever he could get that resembled coffee. Frank coughed, making him look. He shrugged and got his coffee. 

"I think I know what you told him, so I'm gonna leave," he said, walking back to what I think was his bunk, but I could never be sure with Frank. 

"Hey," Mikey said, leaning against the counter, awake now. I took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes.

"I'm tired of this."