Twisted Souls

Gerard was weird. Mikey knew this, but it still surprised him how Gee managed to find new levels of weirdness almost daily. Mikey chewed on the thought as he ducked under a hedge on his way to school. He wondered where Gerard had even come across the idea of a shared soul. Probably on one of his late night trawls into the internet. He said he did that when he was looking for inspiration, but Mikey figured it was just an excuse to check Tumblr more often.

Pushing through a second row of bushes, Mikey came across an unexpected scene. Normally his little shortcut to school (through the alley, into the Norson’s yard, surreptitiously creep between the two garages, walk a block and sneak through one more person’s garden before, voila, arriving at school) was unimpeded. But today for some reason, on the one stretch of sidewalk he had to cover, was a fight. It wasn’t a much of a fight by Mikey’s standards. I mean, there were no inter-galatic battle ships or large cavalry regiments. But it was still a fight, even if it was only one person attempting to punch some other sucker.

Mikey was about to leave his not-so-hidden hiding place and make a break for school (which was on the other side of the Kennet yard, but no matter) Until the sucker trying not to get punched got punched. Mikey reeled as he felt the impact register on his own face. Confused, he looked around. No one was close enough to have knocked him, but he could definitely feel the beginnings of a black eye. So could the kid who actually got hit, by his pained expression. Mikey stared at the punched kid, wondering.

The kid was blonde. And not such a kid. He practically had a beard, in fact. Mikey gazed unabashedly at the stocky body of the blonde fighter who might be his… Soulmate? Soul-sharer? His something, according to Gerard at least. Mikey was a little lost in thoughts and didn’t notice that the person he was staring at had come closer. Mikey was like that sometimes.

The blonde kid stopped a few feet away, shifting from foot to foot. He was somewhat confused by the angular kid in front of him's unresponsiveness. He leant down and snapped his fingers under Mikey’s nose.
“Hey? Hello?”
Mikey didn’t hear him. His brain was several worlds away, resolutely following a train of thought to its bitter end among the unsolvable mysteries of the world. That and his Mp3 player was blasting the Smashing Pumpkins at full volume. The blonde kid carefully removed one of Mikey’s earbuds. This caused Mikey’s train of thought to wreck, and he began noticed that the blonde he had been staring at was now only several inches away. Unintentionally, Mikey let the result of his wrecked train of thought slip from his mouth.
“Is your name Billy?”

The-blonde-who-who-may-or-may-not-have-been-called-Billy looked at him oddly for a moment, then laughed.
“No. I’m Bob.”
Mikey might have introduced himself, but his mind was busy giggling hysterically. Bob? He’d figured a common name would’ve fit the stocky boy, but, Bob? Mikey’s brain didn’t even know why it found this funny. It just did.

Bob waited for the weird kid to speak, but all that happened was one eyebrow began spazzing out. Bob hoped this wasn’t some form of laughing. People always seemed to laugh at his name. After a minute, he became a little concerned. Long periods of continuous eyebrow twitching was not something he had much experience with.
“Are you alright?”
It took a second, but Mikey mentally recovered himself and used Bob’s arm to stand up, adjusting his beanie as he did so.
“M’good.”
He then continued on his walk towards school. Bob shook himself and jogged slightly to catch up.
“You sure you’re okay? That eye looks like it hurt. Did Tyler get you as well?”
Eye? Mikey thought distractedly. Then he remembered the whole fist-eye-soul-something fiasco. He’d forgotten about it while trying to guess Bob’s name.
“Yeah. Eye. S’okay.”
Bob followed Mikey when he cut through the garden, unconcerned about the legal dubiousness of the route.
“Whats your name? I can take you to the nurse.”
Mikey paused. He wished his brother was there to act as a mouthpiece.
“Mikey. M’fine.”

When they arrived at the school steps Mikey tugged on Bob’s arm, stopping him from going in. He had figured that if Bob was his soul-whatever then he should probably befriend him or some other crap. And stop him fighting.

Bob glanced at the boy who absentmindedly held his sleeve. Mikey’s good eye was starry and unfocused, like a daydreaming child’s. His pale lips opened slightly but it took him a moment to speak.
“Meet, courtyard, lunch? Don’t fight.”
Bob would never admit it, but his heart did somersaults. Mikey was like a beautiful, dorky ghost. Intangible and alluring. Very alluring.
“S-sure.” He stuttered slightly, telling himself it wasn’t a date.
Mikey nodded, then put his headphones in and walked off. Bob took the opportunity to check out Mikey’s ass. It was skinny.

Notes

I spent a while reviewing this and I think got the kinks worked out. hope you like :)
Not many ppl seem to read Bikey (that still makes me laugh every time) so remem to rate, sub and comment. Comments help me write a lot cuz they inspire me Cx