Roadtrip Oneshots

Mindy, Clumsy

Andy

He's the most clumsiest person I've ever met in my life... ever.
Even Brook or Jack weren't as bad as my boyfriend, and they were constantly tripping over.
But Mikey was the one that actually fell, whereas the other two would just stumble.
We'd all laugh, but I knew he'd be embarrassed, so I stifled my laugh as much as I could, always being the one to help him up, and patch him up.
It was a common occurrence. No matter where we were, he'd find something to trip on.
It was who he was. And I couldn't love him more.

Take today for an example. In the middle of a field, that was flat, but he ended up falling, rolling over three times before coming to an abrupt stop. The boys all laughed, but I could see that his face was flushed red, even though he was laughing... It wasn't a real laugh. My boyfriend was doing it to hide again. For once I didn't laugh.

"Oh give it a rest guys." I snapped as I quickly hurried over to where Mikey was slowly sitting up, checking his elbows and his knees. I knelt down beside him, taking his face in my hands, checking him over for myself.

"It's fine Fovvs... you don't need to check every time I fall." He said sharply, trying to move his head, but I held it still.

"Maybe not, but it doesn't mean I can't." I replied, not even phased by his tone; he was getting like that because the boys were still laughing at him. It wasn't me he was mad at; it was the situation and the lack of sympathy from the other boys. I knew that, but the other boys hadn't noticed that Mikey was bothered by their laughter. He chose not to say anything though, deciding to just get on with it.

I watched as Mikey averted his gaze to the boys, and I sighed when a flash of hurt crossed his features. The boys really didn't know when to stop.

"Babe, just ignore them." I ran my hand through his hair, pecking his lips. His eyes flashed then. And I lent back warily as he breathed heavily.

"I'm trying, okay? I'm doing the best I can to ignore them." Mikey shot back, scrambling to his feet, pushing me away so that I fell back onto the grass, and storming off, leaving me with the rest of the boys.

Anger rippled through me, but not aimed at Mikey... It was never aimed at Mikey.

They hadn't even noticed that Mikey had stormed off. Looking to my boyfriend, I made a mental note of what direction he was walking in.
After picking myself up I walked back over to the boys, my hands visibly shaking.

"What the hell was that guys?" I shouted loudly, not impressed one bit.

Rye was the first to recover, wiping his eyes. I was fuming, absolutely fuming when I realised that he'd filmed the whole thing. He met my intense gaze, recoiling slight, but only now looking around with a frown as he put his phone away.

"It was funny wasn't it? Where's Mikey gone?"

"He gone Rye... can't you tell that it bothers him? Can't you tell that it upsets him every time you laugh at him?" I waved my hands around for emphasis, my eyes seemingly burning holes into each of there heads.

"It... It bothers him?" Brooklyn said quietly, a guilty and unsure look on his face. I sighed, resting my head in my hand.

Deep down I knew that they never meant it in a harsh way, but it still angered me that they didn't catch on. I knew they wouldn't continue if they knew how much it bothered him, which is why I was confused as to why Mikey never approached them about it.

"Whatever, I'm going to go after him... just think next time alright? He's bothered by it guys... and you don't make it any better by constantly laughing at him every time." I turned my back on them and walked after my boyfriend's small figure in the distance. It wouldn't matter if I lost him anyways, I knew where he was headed.

I shook my head as I walked, ignoring Rye as he called after me.
Surely they couldn't have missed how upset Mikey gets whenever he falls. Surely they couldn't have missed the hurt that crosses his face every time they laugh.

I didn't understand it.
The whole situation was ridiculous.

***

I found Mikey twenty minutes later in our spot, a tiny clearing that only the two of us knew about.
And his expression... I couldn't decide if he was upset, pissed off, or guilty.

Knowing Mikey, it was probably all three at once. I'd approached my boyfriend head on, so that he could see me... I'd already unintentionally startled him one too many times, and I hated myself everytime I did. I stopped short a few metres, knowing that I couldn't push Mikey to talk. I knew I'd have to wait for him to start talking, so I just stood there, watching as his facial expression barely changed. Had he even noticed that I was stood in front of him? Or was he trying to push me away again?

He'd done that twice before, and I had not been entirely happy with him. Never angry, just upset and confused.

Hearing Mikey sigh, I held my breath.

"I'm sorry for pushing you Fovvs." He said softly, looking up to meet my gaze. I exhaled in relief. He wasn't going to push me away.

"You don't need to apologise for that Mikey... I know you didn't mean it." I sat down beside him, our hands wordlessly finding eachother, fingers intertwining.

"It doesn't change the fact that I pushed my boyfriend over though." His voice was glum, and my heartstrings tugged when I saw the guilty tears in his eyes.

Mikey was a gentle soul, never wishing harm, or causing physical harm to anyone. I guessed that pushing me had shaken him up more than he'd originally let on.

"Hey, I don't hold it against you. I know you didn't mean to lash out." I quietly spoke, moving even closer so that our thighs were touching. He leant his head on my shoulder, and so I curled my body into him.

"Am I a violent person Fovvs?" Mikey whispered, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

"No... no no, not even one bit babe." I replied instantly, removing one of my hands from his grasp to wrap it around him and pull him even closer.

I felt him nod into my shoulder, and I let out another sigh. We didn't say anything for a few minutes.

"It's really embarrassing, every time I fall... I hate it." Mikey whispered. I turned my head to rest it on top of his.

"I know Mikey, I know."

"How do the boys not see that?" He said, his voice wobbling. A gentle breeze passed through, ruffling our hair slightly.

"They do now." I softly murmured.

"What?" Mikey asked, confusion lacing the word. I laughed softly, squeezing his hand.

"So, I may or may not have had a go at them after you'd stormed off, and then walked off myself."

"Andy!" Mikey scolded, but I could tell that he was close to laughter. "You did that for me?" He asked in a smaller voice, and with a smile I pressed my lips to his head.

"Of course babe... they won't bother you about it anymore, now that they know it bothers you." I reassured, sitting up when Mikey sat up himself.

He smashed his lips against mine, tangling his hands in my hair as my hands clung to his shirt, pulling him in deeper.

"I love you Andy." He murmered against my lips, and I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face.

"I love you too." I whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.

My boyfriend may be clumsy, but that was one of the things I loved about him.

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