you have been working at starbucks for a while now, and you recently noticed that a certain michael james way bought a pumpkin spice latte every morning at 8am. the first time you saw him, your jaw dropped and you started to scramble for your notepad and pen, but your manager was in the corner watching you. knowing it would be unprofessional, you stopped, but not before he had noticed. every day you have the coffee waiting for him, and he thanks you for it. today, however, was different. instead of "thanks", you received a rare smile and a note: 'meet me outside in 15 minutes'.
~XxXtimeskipXxX~
"hey"
"h-hi"
"i'm mikey. but i think you already know that"
you nod shyly.
"so what's your name?"
"y-y/n"
"you have a beautiful name"
"you have a beautiful face. i-i mean, oh shit" you start to blush, not meaning to say that aloud.
"thanks," mikey says, laughing slightly "so do you"
your blush deepens. "c-can i have your autograph? y-you and the rest of my chem saved my life. i was so close to jumping off that bridge, to ending it all. i lost my job, i found out my boyfriend was cheating on me with my sister's best friend and my brother died. but i realised that this is not what you would want. i went home and watched my chem videos all night. you guys saved my life"
mikey, shocked and close to tears, pulls you tightly to his chest instead. "oh, y/n. i was there once, it was horrible. gee would sleep in my room to keep me company but i was still close to the edge of the bridge. one night, i was in the same place you were. gee, frank and ray found a way to talk me out of it. we went home and watched movies for the rest of the night."
you hugged him tighter, already clinging onto him as if he was your lifeline. "i had no idea."
"good. we tried to keep it off the press, i didn't want too many people involved."
"makes sense. only you and y/b/f know"
"who?"
"oh, y/b/f, they're my best friend and has always been there for me"
"sounds like they're your gerard"
you chuckle, "yeah i guess"
"you can let go now," mikey says with a slight smirk.
"o-oh o-ok" you go red again.
"look, have my number. text me if you ever feel down, or if you just want to talk."
"oh my god, thank you so much!! i never thought i would meet you, let alone get your number!"
mikey smiles again, and checks his watch. his face falls as he says "i've got to run, me and gerard are working on something."
"you mean a reunion?"
"maybe. we're planning on announcing it on Hallowe'en."
you almost faint there and then. "go!!! do music stuff!!"
~XxXtimeskipXxX~
your encounter with mikey happened two months ago now. you text each other every day, and have become extremely close - you're going to meet him under the old oak in the park today, something you do every friday evening. you get there to see a note, telling you to go to his.
you get there and use the spare key he gave you a few weeks ago. you walk in, turning round to lock the door. you turn back around to see mikey stood with the rest of my chem. he smiles shyly as gerard bounds over to greet you.
"hey sugar, mikes has told me a lot about you."
"r-really?"
"he never shuts up about you!"
"yeah it gets a bit annoying after several days."
"frank! don't be so rude!"
"gee, you know i'm joking. now get that fine ass of yours over here!"
"a-are you...?" you trail off, unsure.
"oh sugar, we started dating shortly after frankie joined"
"oh" they all start laughing, and you can't help but join in. "so, why are you all here? with all your instruments?"
"well, mikes needed a favour" gerard explained. "he would like to dedicate this song to you"
"These are the eyes and the lies of the taken
These are their hearts but their hearts don't beat like ours
They burn 'cause they are all afraid
For every one of us, there's an army of them
But you'll never fight alone
'Cause I wanted you to know
That the world is ugly
But you're beautiful to me
Well are you thinking of me now (now)
These are the nights and the lights that we fade in
These are the words but the words aren't coming out
They burn 'cause they are hard to say
For every failing sun, there's a morning after
Though I'm empty when you go
I just wanted you to know
That the world is ugly
But you're beautiful to me
Are you thinking of me
Like I'm thinking of you
I would say I'm sorry, though
Though I really need to go
I just wanted you to know
I wanted you to know
I wanted you to know
I'm thinking of you every night, every day
These are the eyes and the lies of the taken
These are their hearts but their hearts don't beat like ours
They burn 'cause they are all afraid
When mine beats twice as hard
'Cause the world is ugly
But you're beautiful to me
Are you thinking of me
Like I'm thinking of you
I would say I'm sorry, though
Though I really need to go
I just wanted you to know
That the world is ugly (I just wanted you to know)
But you're beautiful to me (I just wanted you to know)
Are you thinking of me
Stop your crying, helpless feeling
Dry your eyes and start believing
There's one thing they'll never take from you
(And then your face, will be lost forever, we'll never be the same
Like ghosts in the snow
Like ghosts in the sun)"
"oh, mikes, you asshole" you just stand there, tears running down your face. "you know that's my favourite song."
"i do. i also know that there is a question i need to ask you. will you be my fangirl?"
"only if you'll be my fanboy?"
"always" he looks you right in the eye and starts to lean in, you copy him.
"awwwwwww" you spring apart.
"shut up frank! they were having a moment!" gerard whisper-shouted.
"yeah well it's kind of ruined now," you say, glaring at a certain someone
"anytime y/n, anytime." frank replied, winking.
A/N:
Great Party started playing as i was writing the last bit
sorry if it's a bit bad, i wrote it on holiday and i haven't really proof-read it (please let me know if there is any mistakes).
this started as a preference, but evolved
xoSarah
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