You were sat cross legged on your bed, wearing one of Mikeys hoodies, reading your favourite book, a finished, empty mug of coffee in your hand. The rain was pattering on your windows, the wind rattling against your window paynes. It was cold, and around 12 o'clock, you were waiting for Mikey to come home from a late band practice.
Suddenly, your heard a creak come from behind you. You turned around. You saw Mikey, leant against your door frame, his pinky-purple hair wet from walking in the rain, his grey sweatpants hung low on his hipbones,the dim glow of the lamp on your bedside table iluminating his clearly defined abs. "Hey beautiful" He said...
FUCKING HOLY SHIT BALLS 1.4 K I ACTUALLY CANT OMFG
