Of course Mikey was the first one to hold your hand.
And it was just because he wanted to!
It was normal the way he did it. You were both sitting on your rooftop, hidden away from prying eyes, just talking.
And boy you knew that Mikey could talk. You listened for hours on end, just listening and watching the sky. You zoned back in on him when his hand brushed on top of yours.
His face was red as he looked at his outstretched feet, avoiding your eyes. You could feel your own face blush too, but you welcomed the innocent touch. Through this, Mikey didn't stop talking.
Nothing about the connected hands between you was mentioned.
That's how you first held hands.
