· My Echo · A Mikey Fusco Love Story {COMPLETE}

• My Echo • A Mikey Fusco Love Story ❤ [11]

Rachel sighed softly to herself and threw her bag down on her bed and collapsed right down next to it. Not only was that the longest day of school she had ever been through in her life, but when she got home Sasha drilled her with questions that seemed to last for hours. Rachel began to slowly doze off but was shaken by a loud knock on her door. She quickly sat up and hurried to her door, expecting to see Sasha there.

"Hi," Mikey smiled brightly at Rachel's surprised expression.

"Uh... H... Hi..." She stuttered, staring at Mikey's breathtaking smile. She was used to seeing him now, and after what happened yesterday, she was starting to trust him. She wasn't scared when she was with him anymore, but she knew if he tried to touch her she wouldn't be able to take it, "Come in," she smiled slowly, stepping aside.

"So how was your first day of school?" Asked Mikey, taking a seat on Rachel's bed and slowly grabbing her bag.

"It was... fine," She answered slowly, sitting next to Mikey on the bed and leaning against the bed post as he looked through her bag, "What are you doing over here?"

"Can't visit my neighbor just to visit my neighbor?" Mikey laughed, causing Rachel to smile and he put her bag down, "I thought maybe we could watch a movie, if you want?" Mikey smiled as Rachel started to play with her hair.

"Sure," She nodded, tugging on her curls softly. She had to let him in somehow, and this was the first step in her mind.

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"What just happened?" Asked Mikey, his face blank as he stared at the end credits of Dear John, "That was the saddest thing I have ever seen in my life."

"It's just a movie," Rachel giggled, leaning against the arm of her couch as she watched Mikey's face.

"How can girls watch that stuff?" Mikey asked, looking over at Rachel as she giggled.

"It's cute," She smiled, getting up off the couch to take the movie out, "It's 11," she stated, mentally smacking herself in the head. Of course he knew what time it was, the clock was on the TV.

"I know," Mikey smiled, and Rachel gave him a look, causing him to smile wider. Rachel took a seat on the couch and looked at him for a while, studying his face, "What are you doing?" He asked softly after a few minutes.

"Looking at you. Trying to figure you out," Rachel simply stated, her eyes trailing up to his.

"Have you figured me out yet?" Rachel simply shook her head, and Mikey moved closer to her, "Good. Because I haven't even come close to figuring you out," he leaned in closer, causing her heart to skip a few beats and his lips moved across the cuts on her cheek slowly before kissing her forehead softly. He looked at Rachel for a moment to see what she did, and she just stared at him in shock.

"Goodnight, Rachel," he nodded, moving a piece of her hair out of her face before getting up and walking out of the room. Rachel's eyes closed softly, and the roller coaster in her stomach took off faster than ever; she hadn't screamed or freaked out, and that confused her more than why he had done that.

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Mikey turned the lights off in his room and looked out his window and into Rachel's room as she walked into her closet. A few minutes later she walked out in a pair of light yellow Sofee's and a black lace bra, her hand placed over her cheek lightly. Mikey bit his bottom lip. Rachel slowly walked up to her window and raised her arms, grabbing the curtains. She looked into Mikey's room and smiled at him softly before quickly shutting her curtains. Mikey shook his head softly and laughed, closing his window and falling into a deep sleep.

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So this chapter totally sucked.

I was in a bad mood while I wrote it.

So.

I'm sorry it sucked and it was so boring.

Comments are appreciated. :)