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

• My Echo • A Mikey Fusco Love Story ❤ [13]

"For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul."

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Rachel sat in the corner of her small balcony and stared into Mikey's bedroom, watching him as he sat upon his unmade bed, shirtless, and messing around with his guitar. He couldn't see her, for it was darker than the lake just behind their houses outside, and her bedroom lights were turned off. He seemed frustrated after ever word that came out of his mouth, and Rachel giggled softly to herself. The past two weeks they had spent together flooding through her mind, a small smile creeping onto her silky smooth lips. She had become closer with Mikey than she had ever come to her mom, and she trusted Mikey more than she trusted herself. She leaned back against the railing more when she saw Mikey peak outside and he slowly put the guitar down and walked onto his balcony, staring into the night sky. Rachel's eyes trailed from his orbs that glowed in the moon light, down to his sculpted abs, and when she met her eyes with his again, they were staring right back into hers.

"How long have you been watching me?" He smiled his brilliant smile down at her and she slowly rose to her feet; wrapping the jacket she was wearing around herself tightly, "And is that my jacket?" He laughed, glancing over at the slightly big jacket.

"Not long," she lied, smiling softly, "And yes, yes it is. It smells good," she leaned over the balcony and Mikey shook his head, hiding a smile.

"I want it back, right now," Rachel stared at him, her jaw dropping slightly but she quickly shut it. She couldn't tell if he was joking, but he wasn't smiling, which made it hurt her more than it should have. She quickly took of his jacket, the cold air biting at her exposed arms and she threw the jacket at Mikey.

"Sorry," she forced a smile, and quickly climbed back into her bedroom and slammed the window shut.

"WAIT!" Mikey screamed, but it was too late. Rachel had already turned on her iPod and shut the curtains, "Fuck," Mikey muttered to himself, running back inside and putting on another jacket, "Fuck fuck fuck. You really need to learn how to talk to girls," he mumbled, racing down the stairs and into Rachel's house.

"Hi Mike..." John started, but Mikey was up the stairs in a minute.

"I was kidding about the jacket," Mikey screamed, out of breath as he entered Rachel's room and quickly shut the door, throwing his jacket her, "You can keep it. I was kidding." Rachel looked at him puzzled, grabbing his jacket and holding onto it. Mikey climbed on the bed with her and collapsed down over her legs, catching his breath.

"You okay?" She laughed, and Mikey threw her a thumbs up. 

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"What's on your mind?" Mikey asked a few hours later as they lay on her bed, watching a movie. He stroked his fingers through her soft hair as she leaned her head against his lap.

"I like you," Rachel said simply, continuing to watch the movie.

"What do you mean by that?" Mikey smiled down at her and she shrugged.

"I like you. I don't know in what way or even why, I just do... You're the only boy I've ever trusted before, and you make me feel things I've never felt before." She closed her eyes, pulling the blankets over herself so she was hidden from Mikey, but he quickly pulled them back down.

"I like you too," he smiled, leaning down and kissing her forehead softly before he got up slowly and left the room, heading back to his house.

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Rachel tossed and turned in her freshly clean sheets, replaying what had happened with Mikey through her head a million times. She had expected a little more than "I like you too," but that's all she got. She huffed softly and threw herself down against her pillow.

"Maybe he doesn't like you the way you like him," she muttered to herself in the complete silence of her dark room, "Wait. You don't even know if you like him like that. Ugh." She punched her pillow and closed her eyes, drifting into a deep sleep. 

Rachel hadn't ever had a dream of being intimate with a boy before, if she ever did it was never by choice, but tonight, that's all she dreamed. She could feel a boy's skin against hers, pleasing her in ways she had never been pleased before, and soft lips against hers, whispering sweet nothings against them as their sweaty bodies moved together. The last thing she saw before her eyes fluttered open into the still darkness of her bedroom, was Mikey's eyes staring down into hers. She had fallen in love with Mikey.

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I AM SO SORRY.

I promise the next chapter will be better!

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