Thick As Thieves [Mikey Way]

The whole trip away from the city was silent.

Mikey and I walked at the front of the road with Ray, Gerard and Frank walking behind us.

There was nothing but the sound of our footsteps along a dirt road and the sound of the crickets.

It was actually nice.

I kept an eye out for anyone who may have wanted to fuck with our shit but no one showed up.

We walked for a while.
Until we hit a rest stop on the way to the next city.

We decided to rest for the rest of the night as we had been walking for at least six complete hours. Without stopping.

It was a small hotel sort of thing so we decided to try and get a room each.
Yeeeah.
That didn’t happen.

“There are only three rooms left here. Two double one single.” Gerard told us, walking back from the reception.

I sighed and looked at the guys who were looking at each other, deciding who would room with who.

I rolled my eyes at their bickering and collected five sticks, snapping two off at one length and two at another length and leaving one at its original length.

“Guys, pick a stick. The people that pick the matching ones room together.” I said and they just looked at me.

“That’ll work.” Mikey said, pulling a stick out of my hand at the same time that the other guys and I did.

“Yes! I don’t have to share a bed with one of ya!” Ray cheered, picking the original twig.

I cursed under my breath and looked at the other guys.

Gerard and Frank had the same twig, meaning… Oh.

Mikey looked at me.

“Guess we’re roomies.” He said and smiled slightly.

“Stay on your side of the bed.” I growled playfully and he chuckled.

We five of us walked up to our rooms and found the right ones fairly easily.

I found me and Mikey’s room and walked in, Mikey following and closing the door behind him.

I sat on the large bed and looked at him.

“Is it just me or did Frank look a little too happy to be rooming with Gerard?” I asked and he chuckled.

“Yeah. They have a thing for each other. It’s funny to watch though.” Mikey said and I smiled.

“Awwww. That’s cute. Frerard.” I said and he rolled his eyes.

“That’s what Ray calls it.” He said and I chuckled.

“Ray is a smart man.” I told him and laid back on the bed.

“He is the quiet genius.” Mikey said, lying back next to me.

I chuckled.

“He doesn’t talk much. He’s like you.” I said and he shrugged.

“I dunno.” He said simply and I rolled my eyes, sitting up.

“I’m gonna go take a shower. I’ll be right back.” I said, walking towards the small bathroom with my backpack in hand.

He nodded.

“Okay. I’ll just be here.” He said, smiling a little.

I giggled slightly at his cuteness—Whoa. Where did that come from?
Jeez. Stop doing that.

I walked in and closed the door after me.

I turned the water on and stripped off before hopping in.

The water running over my bruises and scars from years of hunting always felt nice but, that night, every part of me ached.

I sat on the shower floor, curled in a ball and letting the water run over my bruised and cut up skin.

How did he know what I was thinking?
There are only a handful of special vampires that can hear the thoughts of living humans.
Am I a living human?
Or am I a dead one?
I don’t even know any more.

I sighed and closed my eyes, feeling the warm steam floating around my head.
It was calming.
***

“Hey, Drew? You okay in there?”

My eyes snapped open a little while later to a knock on the bathroom door and Mikey’s voice echoing around the room.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m fine.” I called back.

“Okay. Are you nearly done? You’ve been in there an hour and I kinda wanna take a shower too.” He called.

I nodded even though he couldn’t see me.
Well, I hope he couldn’t.

“Yeah. Just a sec.” I said, standing up and turning the water off.

I stepped out, wrapping a towel around me before changing into a grey crop top that hung off one shoulder and grey Track pants.

I wrapped the towel around my soaked hair and walked out, smiling at Mikey on the way past.

He returned it and walked into the bathroom, closing the door after him.

I glanced at the clock, then at my phone before back at the bathroom door.

When I finally heard the water start, I grabbed my phone and, quickly yet quietly, made my way out onto the balcony overlooking the crappy looking pool.

I sighed, dialing a number.

“Come on. Pick up. Fucking pick up.” I muttered.

I heard someone pick up on the other end and I breathed a sigh of relief.

There was a tired sounding “Hello?” in my ear.

“Hey Jordan, it’s me. You got a minute. I need to ask you about something…”

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