*thud*
*thud*
What the fuck? I struggle to open my eyes to see what time it is, only to see that it's still dark out. I find my phone to check the time to see it's 12:05am.
*thud*
*thud*
"What the hell," I roll off the bed, cautiously walking to the window. I slightly peak out to see if there's anyone there. I see a shadow, but from my angle, I can't make it out.
*thud*
I see this dark ball shaped item hit my window, making me step back. I slowly open my window to see that shadow more clearly, and a hint of blue appears as the moonlight shines down.
"Ow fuck," as I get hit square in the forehead by this round object. I pick it up to see that it's a rolled up sock. I hear snickers from below and I instantly know who it is.
"Socks, Mikey. Really?" I hold up the rolled up sock.
"Rocks will damage the window and I ain't paying for it" the voice from below says. I smirk at his comment. I think he moved closer because now I can see his face, the moonlight hitting it in the most appealing angle.
"Moonlight looks good on you," I comment.
"Stop stalling and let me in Joi"
"Fine, fine. Why can't you carry on the romantic gesture and climb up to the window?" I challenge, snickering at the memory of what happened last time.
"You know why and I'm sure neither of us would want to be in a hospital" he says sassily.
"Okay, I'm coming" I shut the window and make my way down the stairs to open the door for him.
There he is, in a beanie, a loose fit sweater, with the sleeves covering his hands and of course, black skin tight jeans. In one arm, he has a hoodie, which doesn't make sense to me cause he was already wearing a sweater and two beach towels tossed over his shoulder.
"Uh.." I'm half asleep and can't wrap my head around of why he has beach towels.
"Come on, let's go to the beach" He says, stepping forward grabbing my hand.
"Let me get my flip flops first!" I say, attempting to stand my ground. Instead, Mikey leans down, lifts me up over his shoulders.
"MICHAEL!" I yell, louder than I should. I clasp my hands over my mouth as he shuts my front door and walks over to his car.
"Shh, you wouldn't want to wake the neighbors again would you?" He says. I can already see his smug face. In response, I playfully slap his butt.
"Oh you can slap harder than that Joi" he challenges.
"You asked for it," I say as I repeatedly slap his butt. We get to his car eventually and he opens the passenger door and lets me down gently on the seat. He bends down, eye level, staring at each other.
He leans in closer to me and whispers, "Thanks for the butt massage" and kisses me on my temple. I smirk as he closes the door and walks to the drivers side. He tosses the towels and hoodie into the back seats of the car without a care, and starts the engine.
I don't question Mikey when he shows up at my house at the most random times. In fact, those are the times when we create the best memories. He's leaving again for tour tomorrow night. When the boys come to California, they always seem to find the the time to visit me. They stay at the hotels or on their tour bus most of the time, though I always say they're welcome to stay at mine for whenever they're here.
hi hello hey (:
so I've been writing this imagine for a while now and I didn't realize how long it was until I finished. So I guess you can call this the first chapter of Socks maybe?
