Clearwater [Mikey Way]

The next morning (Well, afternoon) I wake up to Sammi all up in my face.

"Come ooooooon! Patrick has exclusively asked for yooooooooou to come to his cabin at six tonight!" She says excitedly.

I look at the clock and pretty much fall out of Gerard's bunk. "HOLY FUCK YOU DIDN’T THINK TO WAKE ME EARLIER?!" I yell, picking myself up off the ground and rubbing my forehead.

She just giggles and throws a dress into my arms.

"Sam, I don’t like dresses." I say and she just smirks.

"But it'll be easier for you to take off when you get Patrick alone." She says and I basically choke on air.

"What?!" I exclaim and she breaks out in a fit of giggles.

"Are you a virgin?" She asks and I glare.

She falls silent, staring at me.

"Oh. MYGOD YOU ARE!" She yells and jumps on me, hugging me tightly. "THAT’S SO DAMN ADORABLE!!!!!!!!!"

I just roll my eyes.

"Well, I lived with my eighteen year old brother up until this year. Do you think he'd let me out of his sigh, let alone get the fucking D?!" I snap playfully and she just laughs.

"I guess not." She says, still giggling and smirking. "But anyway, Go get ready!"

She shoves me into the bathroom with the dress and closes the door.

I sigh, unfolding the dress.

"ARE FUCKING SERIOUS?!" I shriek and I can hear Sammi absolutely dying outside.

"Just wear it!" She calls, hearing the 'NOPENOPENOPE' in my voice.

I look at the dress and roll my eyes.

I mean, it’s a nice dress.
But not just to go see Patrick.

It's short, tight and red and black with no sleeves and would show waaaay too much cleavage.

"No! I'm not wearing this!" I yell and she sighs, handing me a shirt and some jeans with a flannel to wear over the top

"Better?" She asks and I look at this one, smiling.

"Much better." I say and she chuckles.

I quickly dress and brush my hair before walking out,

Sammi sees me and grins.

"Oh gurl, you're so getting laid tonight." She says and I glare.

I was just wearing a pair of simple back skinny jeans with a black tank top and a blue and black flannel to wear over the top.
I have minimal makeup on and had just left my hair out.


"I actually think this is nicer." Sammi says, almost under sufferance.

I just laugh and shake my head.

"THINK FAST!" She yells and I duck as she throws a pair of hightops to match the flannel at my head.

she cracks up laughing as I glare at her.

I sigh, fixing my light eyeliner and mascara and looking at the clock on the wall.

5:50

"Start going over now! He'll be so excited. Only problem with this outfit is that it might take longer to give him a boner." She says and I just facepalm while she laughs.

I flip her off and walk straight out the door.

***

"So I see you got my message." Patrick says through the open door to his cabin as I approach.

I giggle and shrug.

"Well I dunno about that. I just wanted to see my favourite guy." I say then curse in my head at how dumb I sound.

He just chuckles and pulls me close when I get near enough.

He kisses my softly and I smile, wrapping my arms around his neck and kiss him back softly.

He pulls away a little later, taking my hand and walking inside with me.

"Where's Pete?" I ask, noticing his roommate wasn’t around.
That kid is ALWAYS around.

"Oh. Him and the others have gone out. I didn’t wanna go and I wanted some alone time with you." He says and smiles stupidly.

I smile a bit while my mind tries to decipher what he means by 'alone time'.

"Wanna watch a movie?" He asks and I nod, trying not to seem nervous.

I've seen this happen before, just not to me.
Oh fuck.
Maybe Sammi's right…

Patrick quickly puts a random movie into the player and lies down with me, hugging me from behind.

It's kinda squishy but it's nice at the same time.

I start thinking maybe it wouldn’t go anywhere from there but, sure enough, we begin making out about half an hour into the movie that I still dont know the name of.

He sits us both up on the couch, kissing me passionately as his hands slowly travel up the back of my shirt.

What the hell do I do?!?!
I seriously don’t know!
Ohgodohgodohgod.

In the end, I decide to just act like I know what the fuck I'm doing and hope to god Patrick doesn’t expect me to actually do anything.

His lips travel from mine down to my neck, making me let out a high moan.

I bite into my bottom lip as he continues to press soft kisses on my neck, looking for my sweet spot.

I just continue to chew on my bottom lip and pray that this is as far as it goes.

But of fucking course, he tugs at the hem of my shirt and I cave in, pulling it off.
I mean, I might as well just give him what he wants right?
I'm his girlfriend. I'm expected to fuck him eventually, right?

He moves back to my lips once both our shirts were gone.

My hands were shaking and I had started getting much more nervous.

He opens his eyes a bit and sees how nervous I am. He smiles slightly.

"Virgin?" he asks and I nod.

"Yeah.." I say in a whisper and he smiles.

"Don’t be scared okay?" He says comfortingly and kisses my neck again.

I just close my eyes and bite my bottom lip hard.

Do I want to do this?
Maybe.
I don’t even know!

I just keep my eyes closed and try to imagine someone else.
But that's just worse because I just keep imagining Mikey.

I shouldn’t be doing that!
I shouldn’t be doing this!
I need to stop!

Despite my protests, I don’t stop Patrick and I don’t stop thinking about Mikey.

I let my mind melt into it and I melt into Patrick's actions.

I, against my will, imagine Mikey kissing my neck and rubbing my thigh the way Patrick is.

I know I shouldn’t, but I don’t feel as nervous when I imagine that.

I begin to let out small moans and feel Patrick (Or Mikey) smile against my neck, nibbling at my skin lightly.

My mind starts to drift away from all thoughts of Patrick and now all I think about is Mikey…


Another soft kiss.
Another caress.

Mikey carefully moves his hand behind my back and plays with the clasp on my bra and I smile.

"Go for it.." I moan and he smiles softly against the particularly sensitive spot on my neck, unclipping it and pulling it off before kissing down my chest.

I moan yet again but its more breathy than any of the other ones.

He just smiles at my, lying me down on my back and hovering over me before kissing my lips again softly.

I slowly begin to kiss back and tilt my head slightly, deepening the kiss.

He grins, moving one of his hands down my body and he looks at me, his gorgeous brown eyes locking with mine as if to ask if it's okay.

I nod and he slowly moves down the zipper on my jeans.

I do the same to Mikey and this time I kiss his neck.

He lets out a low moan and I grin.
Not too bad for a first timer.

His hand moves to the hem on my jeans, ready to tug them down. "are you sure?" he asks quietly.

I nod and he smiles.

Soon enough the both of us are in nothing but underwear.

Nothing but two pieces of fabric separating us.

"I love you Missy." Mikey whispers in my ear and a deep blush warms my face.

"I love you too Mikey."

"Missy?"

"Missy."

"Come on."

I hear Patrick's voice as my mind returns to me and I feel his weight lifted off me.

I look at him and the climbs off me completely, throwing my shirt to me.

I look at him, confused.

He just gives me a small smile.

"You belong with him anyway. Not me." He says and I realize what I did.

"Oh my fucking god. I am so sorry!' I panic and he just chuckles, getting dressed again.

"Missy, its fine. I'm not mad at all. I know you lik--love him. Not me." he says and I sigh, getting dressed.

"Just promise me one thing." Patrick says and I look at him.

"Yeah. Sure." I say and he smiles,

"Promise me you won't let Mikey just hang there. He likes you. I know." He says and I sigh.

"I don’t know, Patrick." I say and he shakes his head.

"I want you both to be happy." He says the smiles a bit. "Can I at least get a hug?"

I smile and nod, wrapping my arms around him and resting my head on his shoulder.

"You still wanna stay here tonight? We still have, like, six movies to watch." Patrick says and I giggle, nodding.

"Love to."

we lie back on the couch, not as close as before because I think we might have just broken up, definitely, but just like best friends, and we simply watch movies until I fall asleep on Patrick's shoulder.

Maybe it's time I tell Mikey how I feel.
I mean, I said his name instead of Patricks...

That's it.
I need to tell him.

The question is, how?

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