Romance Reloaded

(Kat’s POV)
I spent the rest of my evening sat at the dining room table with a cup of coffee in my hand; I gazed out of the balcony window on to the vast city wondering where Frank might be. A deep orange glow coated the buildings as the sun began to set, pedestrians hurried down the streets with the collars of their coats turned up against the wind. As the day drew to a close and the sun crept down behind the horizon I sat in the darkness of my new apartment with the feeling of dread welling up in my stomach. Something was wrong and I knew it. I arose from my seat in front of the marble topped metallic table and washed my coffee mug in the sink nearby. I tried it off and placed it in the cupboard, I closed the cupboard door just in time to hear a key in the lock somewhere behind me. I perched myself on the counter silently and awaited for Frank to turn the corner. His footsteps were slow and he seemed reluctant to face me as he turned the corner and met my eyes. “Certainly took you a long time to get that tattoo.” I said, a twinge of sarcasm in my voice as I played into his game. Frank gulped and pulled up his sleeve. “It took me a while to find the shop but I think it was worth it, uhh, she did a really good job.” He tried his best to divert my attention but I’m not that stupid. “It does look good but seriously, Frank. There is no way in hell it takes seven hours for a tattoo that small. What have you been doing?” I crossed my arms and tilted my head slightly, waiting for his response. He sighed deeply and approached me for a hug, I put my hand up and pressed it against his chest to stop his embrace. “Please baby… I was only looking around the city. I’ve never been to New York before, since it’s now my home I wanted to get to know the place a little better.” His voice was apologetic and smooth. I dropped my head and stared into my lap. “Okay.” I breathed blankly. Frank removed my hand pressed against his chest, kissed my knuckles and walked out of the room. I didn’t believe him for a second, but I didn’t want to argue so I figured I’d just let this one pass. Whatever he was going wasn’t important and I didn’t want to know really.

The first few weeks in NYC were pretty fun; college was full of so many new and interesting people. Everyone was an individual; no one belonged to a group or a click, everybody was their own person and I admired that. I got pretty close with Brendon and Lola who soon became my new best friends, I got along with my professors and for the first time in my life everything was perfect. I was in the city of dreams with the man of my dreams. Every night when I came home Frank and I would walk around the city and take in the sights, sometimes we’d call in a pizza bar or spend a few hours in a music store looking through all the old records and comparing our music taste. A few nights a week we’d meet Gerard, Mikey and Ray at MercBar. It was sort of our meeting place where we’d hang out and catch up; after a few weeks Mikey stopped turning up to our social happenings, neither Gerard or Ray seemed to know where his was spending his time. “I haven’t seen him for nearly a week.” Gerard said worriedly between sips of his coffee. “It’s like he’s disappeared. He still texts me but it’s so weird not having my little brother around all the time.” I furrowed my eyebrows at Gee in confusion. “Where can he be though?” I wondered. Frank shrugged his shoulders carelessly “This is Mikey were talking about. He’s probably in his apartment trying to find his glasses or something.” Franks reaction surprised me, even Ray dropped the cocktail umbrella which he’d been trying to balance in his fro. “I expected better from you, man.” Ray’s voice was full of disgust at the words Frank had just uttered. “Right, I’m gonna go up to his apartment to see if he’s okay. See you in a while guys. Frank, be nice or go home, okay?” I decided if no one was gonna do anything about Mikey then I would. I walked out of the bar and into the cold October air, zipping up my leather jacket I walked down the street in search of RealityCity, the apartment building which Mikey was living in.

After around ten minutes of walking in the cold and repeatedly searching for the ‘Broadway’ street sign I stumbled upon the apartment building. I walked into the lobby and unzipped my jacket; the beautiful pearly tiled floor led me to the elevator and a dark mahogany looking staircase. Mikey’s room was 215, on the top floor so I decided I should probably take the elevator to his room. When I got to the top I was pleased to see the first door on my left was 200 so I didn’t have to walk far to Mikey’s room. As I approached his door I noticed it had been left a jar. The worry and dread was still welling in the pit of my stomach from weeks before but now I was even more worried. I decided to step inside to make sure Mikey was okay. I quietly slipped in and crept across the navy blue carpet, the entire room seemed empty; I turned a corner to see a crack of light projecting from a barely open door. Trying my look I peered through the door. There was a trail of laundry spread around the cream carpet and a black duvet falling off the end of a queen bed. There was Mikey, topless, pinning some girl down on the dark sheet of the bed and kissing her agressivly. Mikey moved himself from on top of her and began to unfasten his belt. That’s when I realised. It wasn’t a girl Mikey had in his bed. It was Brendon.

I covered my mouth with my hands and to stop a gasp from escaping my lips and moved away from the door but my quick actions were not wise ones and I knocked a vase from the console table next to me with my elbow. In blind panic I tried to stop it from hitting the floor, but it was too late. I had made too much noise. “Wait.” Brendon ushered from behind the door. “I heard something. Someone’s in the apartment.” I gulped and stepped back around the corner in an attempt to escape but Mikey was hot on my trail. Still fastening his belt, Mikey appeared into the corridor and flicked on the light switch. I kept my back against the wall and held my breath in hope he’d go back to Brendon and I’d have time to escape. I closed my eyes and tried to calm my breathing as I waited for him to leave. “Kat? How did you get in here?” I opened my eyes as I heard the confused voice of Mikey standing over me. “Uhh… everyone was worried about you so I came to see if you were okay. The door was open and I thought something had happened to you.” My heart was pounding like crazy as Mikey stared embarrassedly at me and tried to think of a way to explain himself. He sighed deeply and told me to go sit on the couch. “I’ll join you in a second.” He added before returning to his room.

“Right. There’s no hiding this I guess.” Mikey began as he sat down on the couch next to me shortly followed by Brendon who clutched Mikey’s arm and dropped his head on Mikey’s shoulder. “I met Brendon at MercBar on our first night here. I’ve been seeing him ever since.” I gazed at them both, amazed and surprised. Mikey didn’t seem like the type but he apparently was. It was clear by the way he looked at Brendon that he really did love him. It was the look Frank used to give me. Used to that is. “We’re thinking about coming out soon.” Brendon intervened before kissing Mikey’s hand. Mikey smiled and blushed slightly. “I’m bringing Brendon back to the bar to meet the guys on Friday. That’s where we plan to tell them that were”-“DATING!” Mikey’s plan was suddenly interrupted by a very excited Brandon who then Kissed Mikey again, but this time on his neck. “Well.” I breathed, still in shock from it all. “I’m very happy for you both. You have my blessing to be together.” Mikey smiled and planted his lips firmly on Brendon. It was then I realised how much mine and Frank’s spark was dying.

Notes

who ships Brikey? :)