The Only Hope For Me Is You

‘It’s Mikey. Mikey Way.’

His voice had been replaying in my head throughout the remaining hour of my shift and for the whole skate home. To say I was eager to get home would have been an understatement. There was something about him that just had a pull on me.

I currently stood in my kitchen, phone-in-hand. I opened up the keypad, typing his number into the screen and leaving my thumb to hover over the green phone button.

What the fuck was I supposed to say? What if he gave me a fake number? Or if he was some creep? Fuck it, I pressed call and placed the phone to my ear. Three rings sounded before he picked up.

“Hello?”

“Is this Mikey?”

“Yeah, hey Red,” I could practically hear him smirk through the phone, “I was wondering when you’d call.”

“How did you know I’d call at all?”

“You asked me for my name. If you weren’t interested enough to call then you wouldn’t have bothered for the name.”

“Oh, why did you want me to call you anyway?” I asked, wanting to get straight to the point.

“Have you got any plans for tomorrow?”

“Not that I know of, it’s my day off of work.”

“Great, I’ll pick you up around 4.”

“Whoa, wait. I don’t even know you. What if you’re some rapist or a serial killer and I’m your next victim?” I asked, yes it was unlikely, but these things do happen.

“I thought you would have recognised the name,” he laughed, “You really don’t know who I am, do you?”

“No? I just told you I didn’t?”

“That’s not what I meant, Sweetie.”

“Well what did you mean?”

“Don’t worry; you’ll just have to trust me.”

“I don’t know.”

“Trust me; I’ll take you somewhere public. I wouldn’t try this hard if I was just going to rape you, would I? I’ll take you straight home when you ask.” He had a good point, I’ve never had an encounter with a rapist (and hopefully I never will) but I imagine that they wouldn’t be this persistent.

“You promise?”

“I promise, love.”

“Don’t be late.” I said, before hanging up, texting him my address and saving the number into my contacts.

I replayed the phone conversation in my head and something he said seemed to stand out from all the rest: “I thought you would have recognised the name”. Was I supposed to know who he was? Have we met before? What the fuck was he on about? The more I thought about it the more confused I was. I decided to just leave it and not overthink anything; I probably just went to the same school as him. That’s more likely, seeing as how I never really spoke to anyone during my years of education.

Checking the time I realised that it was pretty late and headed for my room, changing into some random baggy shirt and sweatpants before collapsing onto my mattress. A buzz from my bedside table sounded throughout the room, telling me I had received a text.

From; Mikey
See you tomorrow, Hun;)x

I smiled at the message, placed my phone on the bedside table and went to sleep, before I had any second thoughts.

Notes

Sorry, it's kinda short and late but if I didn't do it now I don't know when I'd have done it XD

I apologise for any errors, I wrote it in a rush XD

If you check out my other fanfic I'll buy you bacon and love you forever :3
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