Ray's P.O.V.
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"I can't believe you can't see this!" says Gee in an exasperated voice. He's been yelling at me for five minutes over the phone, and I still can't fully understand everything he's saying. "He likes you and you're just too naive to notice!" I shake my head in disbelief, even if Gerard can't see me.
Mikey doesn't like me.
I solve an equation on my math homework, which is unusually difficult tonight. "He doesn't like me, Gee. I know Mikes, and he would've told me if he did..." I reply. Even though I like Mikey, I highly doubt that he likes me. We're just friends, and I'll have to deal with that. I hear Gee grunt.
"Fine, you shitty bastard. Just ignore me telling you RIGHT IN YOUR FUHKING FACE!" he cries into the phone, and then hangs up. I sigh and set down my phone, bringing my elbows onto my desk and rubbing my exhausted eyes. Mikey doesn't like me. No. I can't believe that. Plus, he's a year younger than me...
"Ray!" my mother calls up to me, and I stand up from my desk and run to the doorway of my room, which is a few feet from the living room, where my mom is sitting in her recliner. "Ma'am?" I ask, leaning against the frame of the door. "What're you doing?" she inquires.
"Homework. For Calculus," I reply uneasily. My mom normally isn't interested in what I do, but today, she is. She nods and returns to her television show. I bite my lip and then return to my room, putting my headphones on and plugging in the cord. I turn on some Metallica and turn the volume all the way up, music blaring in my ears. I then turn my attention back to my homework.
After answering a few math problems, I hear my phone's ringtone interrupt my music. Looking down, I see that I have a text from Mikey. I smile and open the text, which reads:
"Rayyyyyy Gee's being a tuuuurd!"
He's so fuhking whiny.
"More so than usual?" I text back, and resume my homework. The thought of Mikey floods my mind again, that cute smile, those dorky glasses, that voice... How can you not like Mikes? He's adorable and everyone needs a little Mikey in their life.
The phone rings again, and I read Mikey's text:
"Yes he's being terrible save meh pleeeeeease Ray he's started putting the lemons in his mouth oh God help..."
I literally laugh out loud at that... Mikey and I have decided that Gee has a lemon fetish, or a kink of some sort. It seems like he's constantly engaged in some sort of enticing action with lemons.
"Fine I'll be over in five. See ya!"
I shove all of my homework papers into a pile and slide my phone into my pocket. "Mom! I'm going over to Gee's house! I'll be back in a few hours or so!" I call on my way past the living room and to the front door. "Why?" she croaks back, and I mumble something about studying.
She buys it and I walk out the door, the air and scent of fall and dead leaves greeting me. Fall is by far one of the best seasons, I think. Gee would definitely agree, because he lives for pumpkin spice flavored shit he finds.
