One•Shots

mikey + hunter

h u n t e r *
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Mikey and I have been best friends since we were in the third grade. I've always thought he liked my sister, Holly, who is a year and a half older than we are. She is currently at college, but she comes home every weekend and every break. There are some days that I can't help but feel jealous of Holly, and I feel awful about it after I've gotten out of the mood, but I'm jealous that she's got Mikey's attention. I want to have his attention; I want to be the one he dreams of, but that's just not the case. Although I am jealous and worried about Mikey sneaking off to Holly's room in the middle of the night, I still ask him to spend the night quite often. Sometimes I stay at his house, and sometimes, like this weekend, he stays at mine.

We didn't have school today, I think the teachers had meetings. I had invited Mikey to come over during the day, but he had to babysit (he babysits for his job).
"Mom, Mikey is on his way over," I say at around 4:30. Holly is already home for the weekend and she and Mom share a look.
"What?" I ask confusedly, feeling a teensy bit annoyed. Holly shakes her head.
"Nothing, sweetie," Mom says. I consider trying to figure out what their whole exchange was, but decide it's not worth it. Of course, though, my overthinking kicks into gear and I begin to think, what if Holly and Mikey have been seeing each other behind my back???

"Hunter, Mikey is here!" Mom calls up the stairs as a knock sounds on the door.
"Be right there!" I call down.
I hear her open the door, and both her and Holly say 'hi' to him. I come down the stairs as the door is shutting.
"Hey," I say looking at him. I try to read the expression on both his and Holly's face, but I'm getting nothing, but of course, if it was behind my back, they'd have to be secretive, and they'd be good at it...
"Hey," he says to me. "I hate to ruin the mood, but we need to talk. Upstairs," he adds looking serious all of the sudden. But it can't be too serious, because he brought his duffel bag.
"Okay, I'll be right there," I tell him.
He nods and starts up the stairs. I turn and look at Holly, who has a shocked look on her face; Mom does as well, I notice.
"I didn't think he was actually going to do it," Holly says quietly to Mom.
I raise an eyebrow. "Do what, exactly?" I ask.
They both jump, becoming aware of my presence.
"Nothing, Hunter, everything's fine," Mom says.
"Something about this situation tells me that you both know what he's about to tell me."
"Well, yeah..." Holly says trailing off. "He messaged me earlier and said he was going to talk to you. I've been telling him for about a month or two at this point that he needs to tell you,"
So they've been messaging... for at least a month or two...
I don't say anything but stare at both Holly and Mom.
"I'm going upstairs now," I say to both of them, turning and going up the stairs without waiting for a response. Immediately, their voices begin whispering. So, Mom's in on it, too...

When I open my bedroom door, Mikey's bag is on the floor; the same floor that Mikey is pacing across, back and forth... He looks up as I enter the room. He looks nervous, and I think his hands might be shaking. He gives me a small smile.
"Sit down," he says, gesturing to the bed. I do as I'm told, even though it's my bed. And my house. And my sister. He continues to pace for a few more seconds before he sits down beside me and starts bouncing his leg.
"Are you nervous about something?" I ask him, looking at his leg.
His eyes follow mine. "Huh? Oh, yeah," he says, laughing awkwardly. "I don't really know where to start," he begins, looking at me.
"Then...start where it started..."
"Okay," he begins. "Well, it really started when we were in eighth grade, I think. I didn't start messaging Holly until the end of Junior year..." JUNIOR YEAR?!? Oh golly gee, this has been going on longer than I thought it had.
"Well, I mean I only messaged her because I didn't really know who else to message." he continues. This is where, if there was one, the record player would stop and make that scratching/stopping noise. I know I look confused because I feel confused, and there is no way that my confusion isn't showing on my face. I look straight ahead but then, Mikey grabs my face and turns it towards him, leaning forward and pressing his lips to mine. I stiffen. If he's messaging my sister, then why is he kissing me? His lips press firmly against mine, he kisses me roughly, and it's intoxicating to me. He pulls back slowly, resting his head against mine but refusing to meet my eye. I put my hand on the back of his neck and pull his face down to meet mine in a kiss, showing him that it's okay. This kiss is gentle and slow. I pull back, looking up at him.
"I like you, Hunter," he finally says, whispering. "I've liked you for so long,"
"I know," I say. I don't know why I say it, because I didn't know--that he liked me. I think that I say it because I've liked him for so long, too. "I've liked you for so long too,"

Mikey, Mom, Holly, and I are all sitting outside, Mom at the grill, Holly on the grass, and Mikey and I on the hammock. Despite our backyard being so small, we spend quite a lot of time out here together. Mom and Holly keep glancing over at Mikey and I. Mikey grabs his phone from his back pocket, unlocking it with FaceID, and before he chooses the Snapchat app, I see his background is a Snapchat selfie of me from a few months ago.
"Why that one?" I ask him, kissing the tip of his nose.
"Because I like that one," he replies.
He pulls up the filters and chooses one with hearts, snapping a quick (and cute) picture of us. He saves it to his phone and his memories before he captions it 'lover😍😘🥰👀🖤'. He posts it to his story and sends it to his streaks. Within seconds, he's already gotten replies. JJ, one of our friends who has been in our class since sixth grade, snaps back a reply. He's looking at the camera and the caption says 'knew it'. As the snaps come in, many people are saying that they 'knew it' or that they 'called it'. Dani, one of the girls in our class and one of our friends, snaps back and says, 'aww!! #goals'. Mikey looks over at me and smiles brightly, leaning in and kissing me quickly. Eventually, Mikey sends me the photo and I post it to my story as well, but I only caption it '👀🖤'. Callie, a girl from our school, I think she's a grade below us, slides up from my story: 'are y'all together or ???'. I show the message to Mikey, who saves the message, exits out of the chat, double taps her name to snap back, turns the camera to selfie mode, pulls up the same filter from earlier, snaps a picture of him kissing my cheek, saves it to my camera roll and then presses send.
"I feel like we should address this," I say after I've gotten about six 'are you dating?' messages.
"I think you just have a lot of stupid people on your snap," Mikey says, but still, he grabs my phone and takes another selfie of us (with the same heart filter) of him kissing my cheek. He saves it to my phone and captions it 'yes, we're dating' and posts it to my story.
"Let me take a picture of y'all," Holly says, getting up off the grass. "This is pathetic."
She takes a couple pictures of us, some that are 'candid' and some that we're smiling at the camera, except for one picture we're kissing. We both post those to our Instagram. Mikey posts a smiling one, a 'candid' one, another smiling one, and a kissing one last.
@mikeygraves101- scroll to the end for a surprise🖤😉👀
My caption is:
@hunterjamesl- 👀 #whoops

After things settle down on social media, and we've eaten dinner and hung out, Mikey and I are up in my room, cuddled up together and getting ready for bed; HGTV plays on the TV.
"Oh no, honey," I say, judging the tile a designer is picking out. "That's waaay too busy!! Especially for that tiny bathroom!"
Mikey looks at me, snorting out a laugh. "You watch way too much HGTV," he says, looking at me.
"I know," I say simply, smiling sweetly. He laughs once again.
"I love you," he says, leaning in and kissing my lips gently.
"I love you too," I reply, kissing him again.

2/9/20