We're at my house, on the couch. All that we've been doing is holding each other tightly, as if one of us is going to slip away.
"Are you sure you can't skip work?" he asks me. I look up at him and he's pulling his puppy dog face and he knows that I can't resist it.
"Awww Mikey, please don't pull that face. I feel bad enough." I frown, covering my face with Mikey's sweater sleeves that he leant me last night. I feel his hands over mine, pulling them to the side.
"I'm teasing, I understand." he says as he leans in to gently kiss me on the forehead. I know that he's just as sad as I am, more sad than we usually are when they leave.
"When's your flight?" I ask as I play with his sweater sleeve.
"Eight in the evening I think; gotta be there early though, we almost missed the flight here" he chuckles. I smile at the memory because I remember them arriving at the airport surrounded by fans while I ended up walking to their van and sitting inside, surprising all of the boys. "The boys will never let me forget that day"
"Of course they won't, you cried" I can't help but laugh. When Mikey opened the van door to see me in it, he dropped his bags, scrambled into the van and tackled me into the seat. The car ride was a bit awkward for the rest of the boys as Mikey spent most of the time sobbing and sleeping in my arms.
"Hey, I didn't see you for over six months! And don't think FaceTime or snapchats count because that isn't the same," he reasons. I laugh and nod, agreeing to what he has to say. "Besides, the boys admitted they teared up too!"
"You still cried the most," I point out, shrugging my shoulders.
"You won't let me forget it either will you?" he asks in defeat.
"Nah," I smile and crane my neck to kiss his jaw. Just as I let the kiss linger, I feel him take a deep breath, trying to relax.
"I'm going to miss you, so so much." he whispers.
"I'm going to miss me too" I say, trying to lighten the mood. He pinches my sides causing me to jump and both of us to laugh. "But seriously though," I continue, "I'm going to miss you a lot more."
"We aren't going to have that fight about who misses each other more okay, that's just overrated," he scoffs. "Besides, I'm going to miss you more" he says, a smile sneaking up on his face.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night," I say, not wanting to continue a pointless argument. "Have you packed yet?"
"Uh, no.." he says quietly.
"I'm not surprised, but I can't help you this time" I say.
"I know, but its like the last time we get to spend time with each other. When you help me pack. We always do a tradeoff too" he reminds me. Every time he leaves me, we always give something to each other to remember each other by.
I stand up and grab his hand so I could lead him to my room. I shut my door and let go of his hand, making my way to my bed to sit on the edge. "Okay, pick what you wanna take with you" I say. I look at Mikey and all he's doing is standing there, scanning the room. He heads to my drawers, opening all of them until I see one of his eyebrows raise up knowing what he sees. He pulls out this black lace underwear, hooking it on his finger and turns around to look at me. He has that smirk of his and I'm sure he's trying to get a reaction out of me but I shrug and told him what I said earlier.
"This will help me with more than just sleeping at night Joi" he laughs as he puts the underwear back and shuts the drawer. He heads towards the bed and lifts me up and lays me down gently. He lays beside me, with his head on my chest, arms and legs wrapped around me. "Out of everything in this room, I want to take you. Only you." he says quietly.
"I know Mike, I know" I manage to say, ending in a whisper. I hate this feeling and I know its even more amplified because of what happened last night. I run my fingers through his hair, playing with the ends at the nape of his neck. He snuggles deeper into my chest, placing one soft kiss on my sternum before placing his face into my chest and staying there for quite a long time I'd think. "You breathing there?" I giggle, hearing a mumble in response. I can't help but wrap my arms around him and hug him as tight as I possibly can. I hear him mumble something but I can't quite make it out. "Sorry, I didn't really catch that" I say as I loosen the grip.
"I like your boobs," he repeats, smiling like the goof he is. I roll my eyes and open my mouth to protest but as usual he cuts me off. "And don't say you don't have any because you do since you are a girl and I'm a boy and boys like boobs." He smiles at me like a seventh grader getting a lifetime supply of video games. "Oh I like hearing your heart beat too" he adds. I ruffle his hair in response.
"Some boys like dick too you know," I point out.
"Okay, yeah some do but I like boobs, especially yours" he kisses my chest again as if to prove a point. I laugh because it tickles.
I don't know how long we have been lying there, but the silence was interrupted by my phone ringing.
"Hello?"
"Hey Joi, its Ash" For some reason, Michael and I both tense up. We both look at each other quickly, knowing that our time alone together is going to end soon for a while.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Just packing, but uh is Michael with you? I tried calling him but I found his phone here" I look at Michael, who gives me an innocent shrug and I roll my eyes.
"Yeah he's here, you need to speak to him?"
"Nah, just tell him he needs to come here soon so he can start packing. I really don't want to be late for our flight," he chuckles. "Will we see you later?"
"Not this time Ashton, I can't cancel my shift at work tonight" I sigh.
"Wait, but I thought--" I then hear words being exchanged in the background, "shut up Ashton," "don't ruin it!" I slightly smile at their idiocy. "Well okay, I guess we'll see you soon then Joi"
"Of course Ash, I'll try and force Mikey to go there" I say, causing Ashton to laugh.
"Yeah, good luck. We know Mikey, he won't leave you. See you," he jokes, and we both say our goodbyes and I sigh again.
"Okay Clifford, you need to go and pack" I say, trying to push him off of me. He doesn't move nor or respond and I know he's trying to drag out the time. "Michael, please you have to. I know you don't want to but you have to, I really don't want you to miss your flight."
"But then I can just stay here with you" he says, still not moving.
"Michael," I sigh deeply. I hug him as tight as I can, as he does the same to me.
"It's different now," he mumbles as he sits up and grabs my hand.
"Why is it different?" I ask, still unsure if what he's trying to get out.
"Everything is out in the open now, what are we now?" he asks, but he isn't looking at me anymore, instead looking at our intertwined hands.
"What do you want us to be?" He looks up and our eyes make contact.
"I want us to be together Joi," he says. "Forever." I smile at his choice of words.
"I don't know about forever Michael, but we can sure try" I squeeze his hand in reassurance.
"Does that mean you're mine?" he asks quietly.
"I'm not an object, but as long as you're mine I don't mind being yours," I smile slightly, biting my bottom lip gently, hoping he understands.
"I'm yours, Joi. I'm totally all yours" and as he said that, he lets go of my hand and moves forward, catching me off guard as his lips crash into mine.
a/n: decided to keep posting the continuation because I saw them for the first time live and it was --- loss of words I can't, I don't wanna talk about it ok
