Come, Angels of Unknown

I have no idea how long I'd sat there- hugging my knees on the floor, grinning so hard my jaw could've easily fallen off- but I was awoken from my trance first by the doorknob clacking, then by someone banging their fist on the thick wood.
I hurriedly moved away and stood up, sniffing thoroughly before blinking twice and opening the door. There I encountered a really flustered Mikey, who was just in the middle of throwing his umbrella by the door.

"It's raining?" I stupidly gawked at him, who gave me a long sigh.

"Like a bitch," he pushed past me into the apartment.

"What's your deal?" I threw him, following him into the kitchen. I sat on the counter and watched him make coffee for himself. He didn't look like he was about to answer my question, but I didn't push it. I was sure that, if it were important, he'd tell me eventually. When he put his mug into the microwave, he glanced around himself, his look lingering on the coffee table in the living room, causing me to follow it instinctively. There were two empty mugs on the table, and Mikey obviously noticed that, because I felt his curious gaze on me and I knew his eyebrow was up even before I turned to face him.

"What?" I said, trying to feign indifference.

"Gerard," he smirked, "was that you blocking the door a few minutes ago?"

I felt my cheeks heat up, notifying me that I was probably blushing as fuck. Why did I even think I could fool Mikey? "Maybe," I admitted.

"Who was here?" He raised both of his eyebrows this time, indicating that he probably already knew the answer to that question.

"Frank," I said reluctantly.

"And why were you at the door?" Now he full-grinned, making the embarrassment that had been flooding me seconds ago cease and the anger rise inside the pit of my stomach.
When I didn't answer, he frowned. "You're going to have to tell me eventually."

"Okay," I gave up, glaring at him. He smiled victoriously. I rolled my eyes before saying, "It's possible that he might have asked me out. On a date." Mikey gave me a look which indicated that I should carry on. "And I said yes." Now I was certain my face was flushed with red, and I couldn't help but to crack a small smile, lovestruck teenager style. I hated myself for acting that way, but it wasn't to be helped, obviously. A small part of me hoped Frank would come home and act this way around someone, too, supposedly his sister. But it was a fairly small part, since the major one was now pissed at Mikey and his smug face expression. "Get that shit-eating grin off your face," I requested, as if that would make him actually do it. "Shut up." I seriously had nothing smarter to come up with. You're a lost case, Gerard, I scolded myself.

"I've never seen you like this before," Mikey smirked- but with more thought to it- and that made me cool down a bit. "By the way, what's with the whole 'Gerard doesn't do dates' thing?"

I bit my lip. I kind of forgot about my rule. Or chose to ignore it. Both of which were terrifying possibilities.

"This dude's completely gotten you around his little finger," Mikey noticed. He seemed fairly satisfied with that conclusion, unlike me, but I chose to ignore it, simply because of the sake of my mental health. And Mikey's physical one.

"You don't understand-" I tried. His index finger on my lips stopped me, as if he didn't want to hear it. He winked once and grinned at me before walking away, followed by a death glare from my side- which, I hoped, would actually kill him if I wanted it to. I guess I could always hope, right?

The rest of the afternoon went by uneventfully, Mikey's mood surging back to relatively normal when he saw that I'd gotten him Static Age, which he gave me a bone-crushing bear hug for, probably cracking all my joints I hadn't had the chance to crack myself. That did spare me some time stretching my fingers, but it also annoyed me to death by the time I went to bed because I screamed in pain many times when I tried to crack any of my joints without thinking. I went to bed pretty late, ignoring Mikey who kept doing kissy faces and shit and ushering me to text Frank good night. I flipped him off forcefully, a part of me hoping Frank would be the one to do that.

Now I was lying in bed, trying to summon sleep and failing epically. My head was pounding, I wasn't sure why but it definitely didn't feel comfy. I almost jumped when my phone buzzed suddenly.

'Rain catching you when you're running home + being a germ magnet = I'm sick as fuck. Probably going to be better 'til Saturday, though. How 'bout I pick you up at 7? x'

My heart began pounding rapidly as I was giggling in bed. It was lame, but I really didn't care.

'It's a date. I hope you get well soon, though'

I held my breath when I clicked 'send'. I sighed loudly before planting a light slap on my own cheek, rolling my eyes at myself.

'Will do, sweet dreams xx'

As if his words had carved themselves into my sub consciousness, I fell asleep instantly after I'd put the phone down. I dreamed about colors, lots and lots of colors, mixing up together and creating a galaxy of chocolate brown, foresty green, shiny amber and ocean blue all gliding through each other, molding perfectly, and then pouring into rings around two simple black dots on a white background. Then something enveloped the rings and small parts of the background with them, something smooth and soft as it crawled upon the top and bottom of the white, creating two glimmering orbs. As the image stretched further I couldn't see much, but I could swear I'd noticed a small metal object catching a ray of sunshine before my alarm clock went off.
I woke up half-screaming because I somehow didn't want the dream to end, but I came to my senses soon enough and turned it off. Before I managed to stand up, I froze, noticing something. I turned my look back to the alarm clock, which read '9am'. When the fuck had I set my alarm to 9am?

I was late for work, and Katie was going to murder me. I pulled out of bed hastily and threw some clothes on, before I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I put my sneakers on and practically ran out of the house, not even bothering to say goodbye to Mikey. I jogged to the store, hoping Katie wouldn't be too harsh on me. Just as I thought I could make it before 9:20, something splashed against my shoulder. I looked at it in disgust, knowing what it is even before I lay my eyes on it. It was dove poop, again. I ran to the store, Katie giving me a look that clearly said 'you better have a good explanation'.

"My alarm mysteriously went off at 9, I haven't had any coffee and a bird took a shit on me. Again. Please, go easy on me," I practically cried out, relieved when I saw her look softening, turning into gentle amusement.

"Not your day, huh? 'S fine. Don't let it happen again, though. Go clean that shit off and make some coffee, you look like crap," she grinned.

"Thanks," I rolled my eyes, but inside I was dead grateful. Any other boss would've kicked me out the window.

I put my milk in the microwave while cleaning the poop off my shoulder. I managed to get all of it off by the time the microwave beeped and I hurriedly made coffee. I chugged it whole in seven sips exactly before I ran out and went to do some restacking, not even bothering to make conversation.

"About that wedding thing," I suddenly remembered. Katie looked at me in surprise.

"I might've found someone I'd be willing to bring with me. If the offer is still open."

"Oh, so you've found a boyfriend?" She cocked an eyebrow, smiling.

"Nah, he's just a friend. For now, at least."

"If you say so. The offer still stands man," she patted my shoulder and went to the front, leaving me in my own thoughts for the rest of the day.

I got home later that day, completely drained and hungry since I had to go to town and pay some bills and taxes, which took me way too long- the fucking line was huge. But I got it all covered until 7pm, just to get home, feed Milo and shove some boxed mac and cheese into the microwave. I went to bed pretty late, sort of puzzled by where Mikey was but I didn't think about that a lot, he was supposedly a grown up. Supposedly comes in bold. Maybe bold italics. Heck, make it underlined bold italics.

The next two days went by uneventfully as expected, the only things breaking the monotony were the few texts I got from Frank. Mikey's girlfriend Melissa came over on Friday evening, she brought a bouquet of lilies. For some reason, their smell reminded me of something, something really familiar and close I just couldn't put my finger on it.
On Saturday morning, I suddenly got the urge to grab my sketchbook, so I did so. I ended up sketching millions of doves in different position, all until more couldn't fit on the paper. Then I took another one and did the same with lilies, for no apparent reason, just sketching what my mind was holding mashed up inside.

"You going anywhere later?" Mikey asked me the same thing he did every Saturday.

"Actually, yeah," I admitted, earning a suspicious glance from him.

"Where? Oh." His eyes flashed with realization. "Frank. Date."

"Yeah," I sheepishly bit my lip and brought my attention back to the paper.

"Good luck," he winked at me before he left the room and I rolled my eyes at no one particular. I still couldn't believe Frank actually asked me out, just like that. Like it was no big deal.

By five o'clock I realized I hadn't eaten the whole day, but I decided against it since I guessed I'd grab something when I went out. I took a shower and picked out some clothes, having a harsh debate inside my head before settling on some dark gray skinnies and a black t-shirt. It was a date, not a ball. It was six thirty by the time I got everything done, and I walked around the house for the next hour or so, annoying Milo who was watching me from his couch position with a look of judgment.

"What?" I snapped at him. He just looked away like he did nothing. "I really like this guy, okay? Shut up."
He meowed and jumped off the couch, disappearing somewhere down the hall.

"Thanks," I yelled after him. Three minutes later the door bell rang. I sighed loudly, wiped my palms against my t-shirt and ran to open the door.

"Hi," I said with a smile when I revealed a smirking Frank. He was dressed in his usual ice age equipment and one of his hands was behind his back.

"Hello. May I say you look handsome?" He grinned and showed me the hand that was hidden behind his back. He was holding a white flower, kind of small.

"Thanks," I said biting my lip and taking a hold of the flower. "Lily," I noticed.

"Yeah. We have a whole garden of them."

"I love lilies," I smiled. "Do you want to come inside?"

"Nah, I'm fine, I think we should get going."

"Okay then," I looked down, somehow embarrassed, but in a good way. As we were walking down the stairs, I remembered, "You recovered?"

"Yeah, it wasn't anything big, just a fever."

"I hope you managed to sweat it out," I grinned, hoping he would get it.

"It's a fever Gerard, you can't sweat it out," he smirked while holding the door open for me.

Notes

Does anyone wanna watch Batman the animated series with me? Thanks. And yeah I know this chapter sucks, sorry about that.