Chemical Romances? (Mikey Way x Reader)

3rd year

as many of you know, melanie martinez is being accused of rape. an accusation that is unforgivable. to say "she never said 'no'" is one of the most disgusting things i've ever heard. not saying "no" doesn't equal consent. although none of us were there and no one knows the real story, i'm choosing to write melanie out of this story. i didn't write this to start a debate or start any fighting in the comments, in fact, i ask, as the author of this story, that you please do not argue in the comments of this story. although melanie was in this story, she is not the main character. i'd hate to spread negativity to my readers. we are all here to enjoy this story. so let's please do that. thank you.

your pov**

i rubbed my eyes gently. i opened my eyes to see my own room. i woke up alone. the last few days had been crazy. we'd said our goodbyes to melanie since she had told us her parents were undergoing a divorce and she was going to live with her mom.

i was glad to be back home with my mom. staying at the way's was so much fun but i had started to get homesick.

"will! are you still sleeping?! its 1:00 in the afternoon!" my mom yelled from the steps.

i rolled out of bed and slumped down the stairs.

"it feels like 5:30 in the morning," i yawned.
"ugh. you look like it too," my mom joked.

i rolled my eyes and pushed her shoulder.

"get dressed."
"for?" i said, pouring a cup of juice.
"surprise."
"i hate surprises."
"poor you. get dressed."

my mom and i had a very unique relationship. but i didn't get surprised often. i couldn't imagine what it'd be for.

i decided not to dress up too much. just casual, normal "will" clothes. jeans, a worn out t-shirt, and my favorite pair of shoes. my hair was always messy and i liked it that way, honestly. i missed wearing my clothes. dressing up and fancy dinners were nice but they weren't for me.

after i freshened up in the bathroom, i started to walk down the stairs. then the doorbell rang.

"get that for me, will!" my mom yelled from her bathroom.

i opened the door to mikey.

"h-hi." he said.

for some reason, i'd completely forgotten about him. not that i wasn't interested anymore! i was just so tired and occupied. but now that he was here, it seemed like it was meeting this cute, shy boy all over again.

"hey," i smiled.

"i-uh-i. t-these are for you," he had flowers behind his back and handed them to me. (favorite flower). my favorite.

"woah, thanks, mikes."

he rubbed the back of his neck and smiled.

"hey, mikey," my mom said, walking up behind me.

"hello, ms. (l/n)."
"since when did you get two get so acquainted?" i said, looking at both of them.

"are you ready to go?"
"yeah," mikey and i answered simultaneously.

i looked at him, confused.

"what?"

he turned and held his hand out to point to the limo.

"what's going on?" i asked them.
"come on."

we piled into the limo.

what was up with them? why are they being so nice? is there something special coming up? its not my birthday - oh. its - oh.

i looked over at my mom. she seemed okay. but then again, she was always "okay".

its the 3rd anniversary of my dad's death. i remember the day like it was yesterday. the first year, my mom made pancakes that morning. we went to an amusement park and came home. i didn't realize it had been a year until the following week. and last year, we went to a family party in the next state over. we stayed there for about a week.

the limo ride was silent. it was only about 10 minutes to our destination. it was a nice little restaurant with a pier next to it. there were little ducks, fish, turtles, and a lot more animals around it.

"surprise!" my mom smiled, "mikey called to plan this and i decided it'd be a nice idea. we don't do much and i wanted the pleasure of meeting my daughter's boyfriend that she didn't tell me about."
"we haven't even been dating for a full week."
"i've got a table reserved," mikey interrupted, "i'll go get it ready. excuse me."

he headed inside.

"should we follow him?"
"mom. you don't have to act all tough," i crosses my arms.
"what?"
"it's the 3rd year. i know it. you know it. we never talk about it but maybe we should start."

she shook her head, "not now, will. we should be here to have a nice time with mikey."

she started to walk off. i sighed and shook my head.

always holding it in. now i see where i get it from.