Roadtrip Oneshots

Bikey, Autism

This was requested by xcobbanxbeaumontx.

I'm not even going to pretend that I know anything about Autism, so whatever I've written below is purely what I've got from the few hours of research I put in. I have tried my best, and I don't mean to offend anyone if I get this wrong.

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Brooklyn

He just thought in a different way, my boyfriend. That's what I had always told everyone who asked. He just thought in a different way, and that was why he did things differently; Mikey perceived the world differently, and it had always intrigued me.

He had something that was called ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder), which might seem extremely hindering. But it wasn't, it isn't, and not a lot of people see that. Yes, it affects his social interactions, his communication, and his behaviour to a certain extent, but it wasn't something to be defined by.

Within our industry, my boyfriend was a valuable asset. He was reliable and accurate, with an insane eye for detail, something which came in handy more often that you would think. Mikey helped Andy arrange covers, and helped him to nit pick tiny details within harmony's and solo's, which ultimately made them sound even better than they already were.

Yes, he did struggle with communication and social interaction, but I never cared about that. Again, it was him seeing the world differently than everyone else. The band (and Blair) had come to the unanimous conclusion that Mikey would never attend a meet and greet unless he felt he was up to it, because we all knew how demanding and pushy fans could be sometimes.

But I saw him as no different, and neither did the boys; simply because he wasn't different. He was still Mikey. He was still the man I had fallen in love with, and nothing would change that. Ever.

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"Mike? Are you ready to go?" I knocked on his bedroom door softly.

We were going out for dinner, smart casual, and I couldn't wait. Due to work, we hadn't been able to spend time together, just the two of us, so I'd suggested we go out.

"Yes, I'm just buttoning my shirt... you can come in if you like." He said.

I peeked in, smiling as I took in the sight before me. Black shoes, black jeans, button up shirt. He'd styled his hair as normal, and I blushed.

He caught me looking, and nodded his head at me. "You look great Brook." He said with a grin, although it was on the shyer side.

"You don't look too bad yourself." I answered, reaching over to straighten out his collar, doing the last button for him. My hands lingered on his shirt, and he lightly rested his hands on my waist.

"I can't wait." He said softly, leaning in to peck my cheek. I flushed even harder.

"Me neither." I whispered, unable to stop the chuckle that escaped my lips, "Let's go."

I took his hand and pulled him from the room, not letting go until we arrived at the restaurant. Even then, I held his hand on the table lightly, and I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I could see that he was a bit uncomfortable being a public setting, due to his eyes darting back and forth every minute or so, but every time I squeezed his hand. His shoulders drooped as he began to relax, and I smiled.

"What are you having to eat Mike?" I asked, the pair of us pouring over the jacketed menus.
There were so many meals to choose from, and I couldn't decide what the hell I was going to have.