Backdoor Boy

6

Mikey's finger hovered over the send button. He chewed his lip, debating whether or not to press it.

If I send this, one of two things could happen. I could end up totally creeping him out, or  I could further... whatever this is. But if I do that, I'm just digging myself a deeper hole. Plus, I run the risk of Pete finding out. But if he didn't want me to text him, he wouldn't have given me his number in the first place! Right?

Mikey sighed. He rolled onto his side, staring at his screen. He lowered his finger, then quickly stopped and pulled it back. He licked his teeth.

There was a sudden knock at his door. He jumped, startled. He looked down and realized that he had accidentally pressed 'send' in his panic. He swore. He dropped the phone on the bed, darting to the door.

"What is it?"

"Dinner's ready."

Mikey rubbed his face. He glanced over his shoulder at his phone. He shook his head and pulled the door open, finding Gerard leaning against the railing on the landing.

Gerard smirked at his brother. "What're you doing in there?" he asked.

Mikey blushed. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"I heard some bed squeaking, you nasty little fuck." Gerard nudged Mikey, and Mikey just rubbed his arm, blushing even harder. "You got Pete hiding in there?"

"N-No!" Mikey cried. "You scared me, that's all."

Gerard laughed. "Sorry," he said. Mikey rolled his eyes.

Mikey got through dinner with difficulty. The nerves making his stomach churn showed no desire to subside. In fact, they just seemed to get worse as the night went on. He internally rejoiced when he finished eating so that he could return to his room.

He got up the steps as quickly and discreetly as possible. He practically dove onto his bed, grabbing for his phone. He quickly read back over the message he had sent before getting to Ray's reply.

M: hey you, thanks for paying for my coffee today :)

R: Hey, I work there. Don't mention it.

Mikey sighed, relieved that he hadn't made Ray feel weird. He grinned slightly as he typed a reply.

M: y'know, now i get why you wanted me to take that nasty napkin so bad lol

R: Yeah... I could've done that better. I'm sorry

M: i'm kidding!!!!!

R: Still!

M: but hey, we're talking aren't we??

R: I guess that's true.
R: Hey, you should... you know... come over later or something...

Mikey paused. Wait, he thought, if he's asking me to come over at night... D-Does that make me a booty call?

Hm. Never been a booty call before. I guess it could be interesting...

What am I doing? I don't wanna be that, especially for Ray. If I'm gonna be anything with Ray, I'm gonna be more than just a quick fuck.

Mikey sighed and dropped his phone on his chest. He covered his face and groaned loudly.

Fuck it. I'm already making terrible decisions, so why not? Besides, it's not like the sex isn't amazing. I'll live.

Mikey picked his phone back up.

M: just say when.

-

Mikey reached into the glass bowl, grabbing the car keys as quietly as he could. He managed to make it out the door without being noticed by his parents. He climbed into the car and took a deep breath.