i have no idea where this picture came from but it's amazing
i have no idea where this picture came from but it's amazing
Pairing: Mikey x Reader Word count: ~ 1 700 Genre: Comfort Summary: Mikey meets (y/n) in a trip to California, and doesn't want to leave (y/n) back even if they just spent an afternoon together.
a/n: very old oneshot [March 28th 2020]
"That's a great song." I hear the voice over the sound of the music and look down to see a guy standing on the sidewalk, looking up at me. I lean against the balcony's parapet, my arms over it. My house is practically glued to the sidewalk while the balcony isn't that high.
"Thank you. My friends judge me for liking it." I say through a chuckle.
"It just doesn't happen to me because my own like it too." He says smiling.
None of us have anything else to say, but I feel like continuing the conversation. "What's your name?"
"Michael. Almost everyone calls me Mikey, that works too."
"I'm not almost everyone, Michael." I say in a teasing smile, watching him crack a grin. "I'm (y/n). You can call me (n/n). Almost everyone calls me that." I mock him, and he obviously rolls his eyes, even though they're covered by sunglasses.
"Nice to meet you."
"Same. Are you free now?"
"Yeah...?" He raises an eyebrow, curiously.
"Would your significant other mind if we had a coffee at the cafe by the next corner?" I ask in a confident tone and still fearing a 'no'.
"Well, I guess that if I had one, they'd surely mind." Mikey answers.
"I'll be down there in three." I hold up three fingers before disappearing inside the house. There, I simply throw on my Chuck Taylors, grab my wallet—not forgetting to turn off the music player—and head downstairs, closing the door behind me. Smiling, I stand in front of Mikey. "Let's go?" I ask and he shrugs, tilting his head.
"Who asks a guy they just met for a coffee?" Mikey asks, tucking his hands inside his pants' pockets as we start to walk.
"Me." I reply casually. "I was bored and you seem like a nice guy."
"What if I'm not?"
"I can just walk away anytime I want and I'm sure you won't try to kill me in the middle of other people." I answer looking up at him, a bit pleased with his positive reaction. “Or so I hope.” I chuckle.
We walk inside the said cafe and make our orders. Maybe we're too awkward due to just realizing the whole situation now—sitting across from each other at one of the establishment's small and round tables—and can't start a proper conversation. However, when the waitress walks away after bringing our drinks, I've already gathered enough courage to speak up.
"So, you're new around here?" I raise an eyebrow. It's not everyday a guy I've never seen before shows up in the city; one of the small cities around the big ones and which no one really cares about.
"No, I'm actually here to spend the summer break." He answers, his hand around the base of his coffee cup while he twists it, without raising it from the table. His sunglasses now rest a few inches away from his hand and the cup. Makes sense, it's already June. "I wanted to stay in Los Angeles but the hotel's prices there were too high."
"I understand." I smile and take a sip of my drink. "No one comes here spontaneously."
"I didn't mean it like that!" Mikey says with a hint of desperation; that makes me chuckle.
"Don't worry, it's true. It's not an interesting city, there's nothing for you to do over here." I particularly appreciate the city's calmness, the way you're able to listen better to nature's sound and walk safely through the streets even if it's almost two in the morning. "Where are you from?"
"New Jersey." He answers and I widen my eyes at his response.
"That's by the other side of the country."
"I wanted some adventure." He smiles and I nod understandingly. "What do you do? I mean, what do you work with?"
"I work in a records store."
"Don't you like it?" He asks confusedly, probably because of the heavy tone I used.
"I do, I really do." I nod. "I simply don't appreciate being stuck inside a place the whole day." I chuckle while scratching the back of my neck, awkward for no apparent reason. "It's that I also wish to explore more about the world, get to know other places. Sadly my payment doesn't allow it." I smile sadly, bringing my drink to my lips once again. "And you?"
He doesn't answer at first. Wondering why, I look up and our eyes lock for a couple of seconds before he inhales. "I play in a band. I'm the bassist."
"Oh, really?" I say, interested in the fact. "That sounds amazing. What's its name? Is it on the radio?"
"Not yet." The corner of Mikey's lips curl up into a dreamer smile. "It's called My Chemical Romance, we've started not long ago."
"Sounds nice. I hope to listen to one of your songs through the radio or to watch a music video on MTV any day." I grin, what makes him visibly happier.
We continue chatting about his band until we finish our drinks and decide to walk around the city right after. Barely any car or person passes by; it's an usual summer break day, where most of the people are traveling while the minority that's still here, enjoys the rest of the Sunday afternoon inside their houses, probably watching a soccer match or any soap opera.
Mikey tries to get to know more about me after we talked so much about his life. I tell him about it, explaining why I am alone in a city which I have no relatives in. He doesn't judge it, just listens and nods, commenting here and there.
The subject eventually dies and we just make random comments about things we see around; eventually making a joke and snickering at it.
I like Mikey. I hoped we lived near each other—he's a nice person and we hit it off really well. He seems to be a quiet kind of person but still talked and laughed with me. It's been a long time since I have that kind of casual and comfortable conversation with anyone. It may sound kind of crazy or desperate, but he seems like the person I've always needed yet never knew it.
It seems like just a couple of hours have passed when we're once again standing in front of my house—when in reality, we spent most of the afternoon together. Now, pinkish and purplish colors take the previous dull light blue tone. We face each other with happy and still sad faces.
"Thanks for stopping to comment about the song." I smile, sighing.
"Thanks for inviting me to go drink that coffee. I could have been an assassin but you were lucky enough." Mikey replies and the both of us giggle at his last comment.
"That's it, I guess." I pause, smiling. "See you tomorrow?"
"Actually," He pauses, nibbling on his bottom lip, watching me carefully, before finally saying a "no" through an exhale.
"What?" I furrow my eyebrows, feeling a sudden desperation already. As if I've received the best gift of my life but it was immediately taken away from me.
"I've got to start the road-trip back to NJ tomorrow." He presses his lips together. "I wish I had come here before. During the day, I mean." He looks sad too, shooting me an apologizing look.
"Oh... that's alright. Good things never stay for long." I breathe a humorless chuckle at my own comment, looking down at my feet, playing with the small rocks over the sidewalk.
"I'm sorry." His tone is guilty and I chuckle again, finding it funny how he blames himself while it's not his fault at all.
"That's alright!" I grin. "Don't make me repeat myself."
Mikey cracks a sad smile and steps closer, raising his arms open. Getting the hint, I hug him, enjoying the sensation of having his arms around myself. He's warm. Comfortable and pleasant. His cologne was already noticeable but I can smell it better now with my face on his shoulder; it smells nice.
Finally, we pull away and once again look at each other sadly. "Have a safe trip." I say in a poor attempt to sound cheerful.
"Stay safe." Mikey says to me, his lips' corners curling up in an also poor attempt to look normal.
And there we stand, for at least half a minute, looking at each other—wanting to say something but not knowing what. Concluding it wouldn't lead anywhere, I turn around and walk to my house's front door, already feeling like there's a weight over my chest; back to the old boring life.
My hand touches the cold doorknob and I'm about to turn it when my name being called by Mikey interrupts me. "What?" I face him, who approaches and stands in front of me.
"I..." He trails off, seeming insecure. He exhales and sucks in a breath, simultaneously seeming more confident. "It may sound crazy, but... do you want to go to New Jersey with me?" Frozen, I stare at him with widened eyes. Is he serious? "You can stay over at my house until you can buy yours, there you'll find a better job and all..."
"Mikey..." I pause, a sea of words flooding my head and I try to choose the right ones. "I-I— It'd take time until I got stable on something-"
"You don't need to repay me later." He blinks, smiling nicely. "I just want to help you. You clearly want a life better than the one you got here and there's no way you'll do it here." I stutter, in another attempt to argue but he continues before I can formulate anything. "More or less one person in the car won't make any difference in the gas' price. I can help you get a job as soon as we get to New Jersey. I've worked in a comic store and they'll gladly accept someone recommended by me." He grins, breathing a light chuckle. "What do you say?" His voice swings in a sudden wave of insecurity.
"I..." I crack a grin, starting to giggle helplessly. What do I have to lose, after all? "Of course!" I hug him, receiving a happy grin in return as his arms wrap around my torso once again. "New Jersey, here I go!" I jump lightly, almost making the both of us fall, chuckling.
Tagging list: @lubbockshusband
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