Backdoor Boy

7

"Hey, I'm going to get some coffee," Gerard called through the door. "Wanna come with?"

Mikey rolled over under the covers. He sighed, squeezing his eyes shut.

"No."

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Mikey stared at his ceiling. He was at a loss. He had no idea what to do.

I wanna see him.

I wanna see him.

I wanna see him.

I don't wanna talk about it.

I want him.

He took a deep breath and sat up in his bed. He stretched, then dropped his arms to his sides. He didn't know if Ray was upset with him; they hadn't spoken since Mikey panicked and ran.

Mikey crawled out of bed and switched out his pajamas for actual clothes. He rubbed his eyes and left his house. As he walked down the road, the sun woke him up from his daze and made him realize what he was doing.

Shit, d... Does he even wanna see me?

Maybe I should just go back home...

By the time he had decided to turn around, the familiar flash of sunlight reflecting off of the diner hit his eyes. He sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets. He shook his head and pushed open the door, not looking where he was going before taking a seat at the counter.

A few minutes later, someone stepped up in front of Mikey.

"Hey."

Mikey looked up, confused. Instead of Ray, Sophia stood in front of him, and she looked to have no intention of taking his order.

"Sophia?" he asked. "Wh-Where's-"

"Oh, no you don't," she said. "I'll be asking the questions today, sir. What the hell happened the other night?"

Mikey blushed a deep shade of red. "Oh," he said slowly. "You-You know about that?"

"Of course I know about that. I'm his best friend, and I'm nosy. But I wasn't supposed to say anything to you, so don't tell Ray about this."

Mikey huffed out a pathetic laugh. "Don't worry," he said. "We haven't talked since then anyway. I think I upset him."

"Well no shit!" Sophia cried. "What'd you think was gonna happen? He's a great guy, Mikey, and you ran out on him. It almost sounds like you were using him if you ask me."

"What? No way! I'm not using him. I-I'd never do that."

"Then why'd you leave like that?"

Mikey shifted in his seat. He'd been getting progressively more uncomfortable, and it had just hit its peak. "I-I... I'm just not ready to be that with someone," he said.

"Be what?"

"Um... A-A quick fuck. Listen, I, uh, I don't think I want coffee anymore, thanks." Mikey hopped off the stool and turned to leave the shop. He was quickly stopped when he slammed into someone who immediately grabbed his forearms to steady him.

"I-I'm sorry," Mikey said. He looked up and froze as his eyes met Ray's. They were big, brown, and confused. He paused before shaking his head slightly and walking back behind the counter, leaving Mikey to run out of the diner and back home.

Fuck, he thought. I should have known that going there was going to be a mistake. He obviously doesn't want to see me.

Maybe I'll just never leave the house again. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.