MCR Imagines And Oneshots

♡^All we have is each other | M.W.

(A/n)

This one actually wasn't requested :)
Omg it's been long since I wrote a story that wasn't requested-

I noticed Mikey is underrated in this book and creating stories is based in some not so nice events of my life is my favorite way of dealing with it

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Me:
Fuckin ready :)) omw now xx

Mikey Mikes ❤💫🖤::
Same and ok xx sz

Me:
Almost there

Me:
Show up uwu

I frown lightly seeing Mikey didn't read the last couple of messages I sent him and send another message - which consists in !!! -, but nothing much happens and I sigh, rolling my eyes. He said he's ready, but he probably isn't; like always.

Getting to his place, I knock on the door and am greeted by Mikey seconds later  - who, as predicted, is still putting on his bracelets. He forces a smile at the glare I send him. "Hey, (n/n)." He says through an awkward chuckle, earning a roll of eyes from me as I shake my head lightly.

"You look good." I nod to myself, looking at him from head to toes - Mikey kind of had a punk glow up and looks extremely awesome; it makes me almost feel like I'm not dressed up enough, but I remember I probably would lose some of my bracelets while moshing. My comment makes his cheeks gain a light shade of pink as he quietly thanks me. Chuckling, I peck his cheek.

"Let's go?" Mikey is already stepping out of the house when his brother's voice comes from inside the house calling his name, making both of us stop and turn around.

"Hey, you're taking your keys with you, right?" Gerard's voice gradually sounds closer until he shows up in the doorway, shooting his brother a serious and kind of annoyed look. He's clearly going to spend his night drawing or watching something again, according to his messy hair and large clothes. "I'm not getting up at three in the morning to open the door for you." His scowl actually looks cute, with his bottom lip poking out. In response to him, Mikey rolls his eyes with a scoff, finally nodding when receiving a light punch on his shoulder - the scene makes me chuckle. "Oh, and hey, (y/n)!" Gerard flashes a grin as turning to me, tilting his head lightly. "You look amazing!"

"Thank you, Gee!" His comment suddenly gives me extra confidence and I grin in response, running a hand through my hair in an automatic act. Dressing up to parties or festivals is always kind of difficult.

"Okay, okay." Jealousy is evidently hidden behind the playfulness in Mikey's voice as he suddenly cuts in, taking my hand in his. "Let's go? I want to get there before the place's too full." He looks away, pretending to not be caring about the interaction between his brother and I - noticing this, Gerard shares a knowing look with me, smiling.

"Have fun, you two!" He calls before disappearing inside the house, leaving us to finally leave to the festival after Mikey closes the door behind us.

The Guitar Fest is something rather small and local - it happens every year during the summer vacations, in a really wide venue. Rock bands always present themselves in a big stage near the entrance while practically all of the city's bars and restaurants kill each other to be able to open a booth there. It's surprising that everyone in the city, and even people that come from other cities, go to the festival seeming to not mind its rock theme. I guess it's due to being the only really nice thing that happens over here. We know some of our friends will be there, but letting each other know isn't really needed.

"Got any money?" I ask Mikey as we walk down the empty streets. Everyone is either at the festival or getting ready for it, still, it's not like the streets are agitated in normal Sunday nights.