Just a Shadow In The Night (Mikey Way/OC)

“Let’s have some drinks!”

I back further into the couch. Maybe if I concentrate hard enough, I back up further into couch cushions and disappear. That would be nice. I’ve never had a drink with others around and I didn’t feel like getting drunk with these men anyway.

They all cheered at the idea and Frank went to the kitchen to go get the glasses. I could see Gerard looking at me through the corner of my eye.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked quietly, looking at him. He looked caught off guard as if he wasn’t expecting me to call him out.

I gave him a look, as if I was saying ‘Don’t pull that bullshit on me.’ He snapped out of his act and moved closer to me, not wanting Mikey to overhear our conversation. “You don’t look all that thrilled to be drinking with us.” He whispered.

I looked over to Mikey and saw him sat on the couch opposite us, playing with his phone. “I just don’t feel like getting drunk right now…” I whispered back. It wasn’t a lie, but it also wasn’t completely the truth. I didn’t want him to know I was afraid of Frank.

Gerard nodded his head and we heard footsteps coming back to the living room. Frank stood in the doorway with four shot glasses in his left hand and a full bottle of vodka in his right. He had one of the largest grins I’ve ever seen plastered on his face. I turned to look at Gerard but his eyes were on the bottle. Frank put the glasses on the table and took a seat beside Mikey. I looked around for a clock, after all it’s probably too early to be drinking… right?

I heard a clunk and the sounds of sliding glasses on the wooden table. My eyes darted from left to right frantically. Where the hell is the nearest clock?

“Looking for something?” a voice asked, snapping me out of my frantic state.

“A clock… I-I wanted to know what time it is.”

“Why do you need to know?” I recognized this voice was Frank’s. The tone of his voice made it seem as if he already knew why I was looking for the time.

So, I didn’t answer. I sat there, playing with my hands like I do every time I don’t say anything. The room remained quiet, until Mikey spoke up again.

“It’s almost 5…” he mumbled.

“That means it’s time to drink.” Gerard piped up.

“That’s the spirit!” Frank shouted, clasping his hands together with a huge smile on his face. He poured the drinks and handed them out. Mikey kept going through his phone. I didn’t touch my glass.

“Drink it” Frank insisted. He knew I didn’t want it. I don’t know much about this man, but I know I’m not letting him boss me around like he owns me.

I shook my head in response. Gerard drank his shot, and then Mikey followed. Frank smirked at me before he took his shot. “Your turn.”
I spoke up this time. “No.”
“C’mon!” Gerard nudged me. What up with him? Wasn’t he aware that I didn’t want to?
“Drink. It.” Frank ordered. Now, he’s pushing it. He can’t tell me what to do.

“No!” I nearly shouted. I glanced around the room for some kind of reaction. Gerard wasn’t fazed and neither was Frank. I looked at Mikey and watched him put his phone down.
“Emilia, just drink it.” He sighed, looking me in the eye. I knew it was an order, but he didn’t want to get angry at me just yet. I don’t know what came over me, but I grabbed the glass and drank the odd liquid. I scrunched my nose up in disgust as I swallowed.
“There ya go!” Gerard yelled happily as I placed the glass back down. I stifled a laugh. The next three shots made their way to my stomach with less protest. My vision was still intact but my head felt a bit fuzzy. I wanted to stop drinking, but I wasn’t sure if the guys would let me. I was hoping that as they got drunk, I could stop drinking and they wouldn’t notice.
“Hit me with another!” Gerard yelled happily. Frank obliged and filled his glass. He filled Mikey’s glass without a word and turned to me. He raised the bottle as well as his eyebrows.
I shake my head slightly. Another smirk creeps up on his face. I don’t like it this time. He looks mischievous. I shook my head firmly.

“C’mon… Y’know you waaaant it.” Frank said. He was wrong.

“No, I really don’t.” I insisted. Gerard wasn’t paying attention to us anymore, which was a good thing.

“I think you need another drink, Emiliaaaa.” Frank slurred.

“FRANK!” Mikey shouted. The sudden booming voice made me jump. “She doesn’t want another drink, leave her alone.”

“Mmmmkay” Frank answered as he downed another shot.
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As the night progressed, the alcohol was replaced by a horror movie and blankets. Mikey ended up sitting next to me. Frank turned off the lights and jumped onto the couch next to Gerard. I think I heard a giggle from one of them. The guys finished off what was left of the bottle, and they topped it off with a couple beers. How they could drink like that, I’ll never know.
Now we had blankets draped over us. I felt an arm snake around my shoulder. Despite the warm feeling the alcohol gave me, it was still quite cold in the room, and my naturally cold body didn’t help much. Mikey body was warm and comfortable. It reminded me of the other night, when I fell asleep on him.

I pulled myself closer to him and rested my head on his shoulder. Even though the alcohol didn’t cloud my vision, it may be clouding my thoughts. But none of that really matters right now.
I had no interest what so ever in the movie. The random shrill screams from the main character was getting tiresome and we were only five minutes into the movie. I had a feeling Mikey wasn’t paying attention either, but it kept Gerard and Frank entertained and that’s all I cared about.
I felt a hand grab mine and another hand on my cheek. I wasn’t quite sure what was happening, but what I was sure of- was that I have been very lonely and I wasn’t aware of it until now.
Mikey’s eyes were darker than usual, and it wasn’t just the lighting. I haven’t seen this look before- or maybe I have, I can’t remember. He was concentrating on my face, as if he was studying every single millimeter. After a while, his hazel eyes went back and forth between my eyes and my lips. In this moment, all that matters is that I am centimetres away from kissing Mikey and it feel like a good idea.

So I do kiss him. Gentle and careful at first, but then he took control. He guided my body closer to his so that he could kiss me the way he wanted to. His skilled kisses travelled from my mouth to my neck and everything felt as if it was in its place. His hand abandoned my hand and travelled to my waist. His other hand made its way to my hair. I bit my lip to supress any loud sounds that may be a distraction for Frank and Gerard. Mikey didn’t like that plan- and he pulled my body even closer to his. I made a funny squealing sound and Mikey laughed at me. I didn’t want to pull away from him, but I knew I had to. I had no plans on going far, so I sat back down next to him, swung my legs over his and curled up. He held me closely and I listened to the steady sound of his heartbeat.

Notes

Yooooooooo, I wasn't sure how to end this chapter and I'm not that good with detailed kissing scenes and all. I hope you enjoyed none the less. As always, thanks for reading :)