Chapter Twenty Four

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Mikey's POV

"I'm tired of this," Cecilia said, looking me straight in the eyes. The weird thing was, I could tell what she was talking about instantly.

"I'm tired of it, too," I replied, sitting next to her. She looked at me again.

"It's tiring. Telling you and people that ask that we're just friends. That we're not together. You don't know just how many times I went home to my dad's and almost said that we were together. You were never out of my mind." I nodded and did the only logical thing that came to mind.

I kissed her.

And it was incredible. It was what I'd been waiting on for three years. When we pulled away, it was silent.

"Such a douchey move," she said with a smirk, "always staying in my mind."

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The rest of that morning was spent talking about what we would tell the guys and Tyler and Josh.

"I don't even think we should tell 'em," she said, "Maybe they should find out when the world finds out." I nodded.

"Perfect," I said, sealing it with a kiss.

"You don't know just how glad I am that we're back together," she said. I nodded.

"I know." We were cut off by the noise of someone waking up. Cecilia knew exactly what to do, then ran to the coffee machine. She turned it on as Gerard walked to us. 

"Mikey," he said, "why are you on the floor?" I shrugged. 

"Just sat down. Why you up?" He shrugged.

"I don't wanna be up. I couldn't fall back asleep." I nodded as he sat down.

"Want some coffee?" Cecilia asked, crossing her arms over her chest. Gerard nodded. 

"That would be great." She nodded, then started pouring the cups. She gave Gerard one and me the other one. 

"I have to go. See you guys at soundcheck," she said, then winking at me. I winked back, then she was gone. 

"Why was she here?" I looked at my brother, trying to think of some lame excuse. 

"We just talked." He gave me a look.

"You expect me to believe that?" he asked. I nodded. 

"It's the truth. We talked about the Billboard," I said. The Billboard Music Awards were approaching fast, which was very convenient for my excuse. He nodded. 

"The show tonight is the last one until Billboard is over," he said, sitting his empty coffee cup on the little table. I nodded, getting up from my seated position on the floor. 

"Yep. Better make it count," I said, walking back to the bunks.

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