Roadtrip oneshots (boy x boy)

~ A Guy Named Bemy ~

A/N: I'VE OFFICIALLY COVERED EVERY BOY WITH EVERY OTHER BOY SO NOW I'M MOVING ONTO REQUESTS, FEEL FREE TO LEAVE ME REQUESTS AND LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK X

ANDY'S POV:

Recently I've really gotten into painting my nails, I don't know what it is about it but I just really like seeing the colours on them when I'm doing anything with my hands...

Like playing guitar, I love seeing the paint blurring when I strum, it's kind of calming really and I've definitely been playing more because of it. I really want to practice my nail painting skills on someone else now though seeing as I'm alright at doing my own, but I highly doubt any of the boys here would want to get their nails done.

It's not like they make fun of my nails or anything like that, they're all actually very supportive of my new creative outlet, I just doubt they'd want it done to themselves. Come to think of it though, I don't think any of the boys would be able to pull off nail varnish like I can, except maybe Mikey.. he'd look cute with some white nail varnish on. Yeah definitely

"MIKEY!!!" I scream from the kitchen, hoping that wherever he is currently in the house he'll hear me calling his name and come running. But that's highly unlikely because this house is mahoosive and I do

"Yes, Andrew?" Mikey asks, effectively cutting off my inner rambling and walking towards me with his winning smile plastered on his face, clearly aware that he should not have been able to hear me but proud of himself for doing so anyway

"Mikeyyyy, you know you're my favourite..." I always find that it's easier to butter the boys up before asking for anything from them, they never do anything nice off of their own backs. But then again why would they, I know I don't, if we did we'd spend our whole lives doing nice things for each other rather than earning a living.

"No. Whatever is it I'm saying no right now" Mikey replies, honestly what does he think I'm gonna make him do, it's not like he's doing anything right now anyway. And he's shaking his head at me, idiot, what does he take me for

"Oy, you melon, I just wanna paint your nails" I try again but this time I grab his hand lightly and try and drag him over to the sofa. He rubs his thumb gently over my knuckles before pulling his hand away entirely.

"Then definitely no".  I sigh

"Jesus, pleaseeeeeee" I try one more time, even adding some puppy dog eyes and a pouted lip at the end to add to the pleading

"I'm not Jesus, I'm Mikey, and it's still a big fat no" so as a last ditch attempt to get him to do what I want I act upset and wait for him to walk away from me. As soon as he does I jump onto his back and wrap my legs around his waist tightly, placing my hands in his hair

"Please Mikey pleaseee, You only have to do it once, it'll take five minutes and then you can take it off" I'm fully prepared to give up after this (not because I want to but because I've used up all my tricks) but then heaven opens up and shines it's holy light down upon me in the form of Mikey flipping me off of his back and onto the sofa. He then proceeds to tickle me for a good ten minutes until I can't breathe and am pretty sure I'm about to die.

"Fine, but I'm taking it off straight after.." Mikey finally agrees, clambering off of me and finally allowing me to catch my breath. I show him my gratitude with a kiss that he tries to make a lot dirtier than I intended, and I eventually put an end to it because I'm too excited about getting to paint his nails.

After a lot of consideration from me and a game of 'ip dip doo' from Mikey (which ended in him getting whacked round the face with one of our pillows because nail varnish colour is NOT something that can simply be chosen at random), we decide he's going to have his nails painted white because mine are black. His reasoning is that black is moody and white is pure because I'm 'always so grumpy' - which I suppose is partly due to my insomnia. My reasoning is simply that he's the Ying to my Yang, but I'm not gonna tell him that because he'll tell me that I'm not dead inside after all and then he'll just wanna cuddle for the rest of the day and I have stuff to do. Specifically anything but cuddling Mikey.