Stealing Kisses

Chapter 7

*Rory's POV*

I ran home, slowly, away from Mikey. Tears streamed down my face as I remembered what happened. His hideous face flashed through my brain and I cried harder. I knew Mikey was on my trail but I didn't care. I wanted to be home, in bed, watching a marathon of Pretty Little Liars, in a blanket, in the dark, eating ice cream. My phone began to ring and I took out my phone. Mikey's face filled the phone, and I clicked answer. "Rory, I'm sorry I yelled at you I really am, please forgive me!"

"Mikey don't yell, just come to my house and we can talk. OK?"

"Alright. That's fine. I guess. I'll be there in a few." I hang up and my tears continued. I stopped in front of my house and wandered in. I was home alone so as I walked up the stairs, so I stripped my day clothes and entered my room in my bra and underwear. I put on my pajamas and dove into my tower of blankets. I dug through the bed and found my keyboard and mouse. I found the remote too, so I turned on the screen. It asked me to sign in and I did as asked. I went straight to Netflix and began my marathon. I continued my tear river, and fell asleep.

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I woke in a comforting hold and I jumped back. "Hi there, Rory."

"Holy shit Mikey you scared the shit out of me." Mikey laughed and smiled. "That's my job right?"

"Hell no you're supposed to comfort me, duh," I said in an obvious tone.

"Seriously what happened to you today?" Mikey asked, changing the tone.

"Shit did, now shut up, Toby and Spencer are making out." Mikey rolled his eyes and put his head in the crook of my neck. I grinned as he nuzzled his head further. He took his index finger and made my face face his. Our lips clashed together and I instantly responded. Our lips melded together, and he licked my lower lip. I granted him entrance, his tongue fought with mine and he won the fight. I groaned as his hands moved higher. A voice cleared and I jumped away from Mikey. "Yeah, um, Rory, dad's on the phone," Steve said as awkwardly as possible.

"Fuck I forgot I'll be right back," I told MIkey. I took the phone from Steve and greeted my dad, "Hi Dad!"

"Hello, little angel."

"So, uh, how are you?"

"Good, did I interrupt something?"

"No, no. It's fine."

"Alright then, how are you?"

"Good now what are you up to?"

"Oh nothing much, I'm just watching PLL. What about you?"

"Just got out of work,"-- I squealed after Mikey grabbed my ass-- "What was that?"

"Oh, um, nothing," I replied as innocently as possible.

"Who's there? Anna?" Dad asked cluelessly.

"Actually it's me," Mikey said as he took the phone from me.

"Mikey! Give it back," I whined. He chuckled and continued the conversation. I groaned and fell back onto the bed. Mikey laughed again and said goodbye. He hung up and threw the phone back. "I don't want this shit, give it to Steve," I growled. I threw it back at him and he groaned in pain. "Hell girl! Where'd you learn how to aim?"

"Nowhere," I scoffed. Mikey grumbled and wandered out of the room. I smiled to myself realizing that the shittiest day of my life had a perfect ending. Mikey literally makes everything better.

*Mikey's POV*

I gave Steve back his phone and walked back up the stairs. Rory is so happy right now I can't understand. She went from 'I'm going to kill myself' to 'this is the best day ever' in 2 seconds. Like what the hell. How does that work? I shook the thought out of my head and wandered back to Rory's room.

She sat in her blankets watching intently on the screen. I laughed slightly and wrapped my arms around her. "What'd my dad say?" she asked without taking her eyes off the screen.

"He was wondering about why I was in your room. I told him about us." Rory snapped her head to face me and tackled me. "You did what!?"

"I told your dad, I didn't know it would have this effect on you, I'm sorry," I said. Her eyes seemed to be full of anger.

"You can't just do that! He's my dad! How are you even alive?"

"I really do not know, but he didn't yell or hurt me. I just thought it would be okay. I really did not mean to make you angry." Rory sat back and but her lip. She gnawed on it as she debated something. "Fine. Just never do that again. I wanted to tell him, he should know from me," she said seriously.

"Now, come on," she tugged on my hand, "I want pancakes."

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Hey guys... Yeah I know, I haven't been on and I feel horrible. I actually wrote most of this in school. Teachers are soooo boring. Anyway, I feel so bad, but I'll try to update more often. I'm also writing other stories so I got my hands full. I'll write soon I promise!

~porshy