He yawned widely as the early morning light filled the dorm room. Mikey brushed his slightly too long blonde hair out of his face and grabbed last night's shirt off the floor. He pulled it on as he stood, careful not to wake the sleeping beauty whose bed he was sneaking out of. She would forgive him eventually. He hopped and stumbled into his pants as he walked towards the door. His dorm was across campus, but he could use the fresh air, so it wasn't a problem. The girl stirred gently and made a soft noise in her sleep as Mikey reached the door. He briefly considered leaving her a note but decided a clean quick exit would be better; for him at least.

Whistling happily, Mikey strolled slowly across the college campus, taking in the sights, sounds, smells, and sensations. The gardens were green, the lawns perfect, and the houses perfectly maintained. If only the people were as clean as the buildings, Mikey thought with a grin. He knew enough of the students here to know he was considered decent among the unattached dorm boys; and he wasn't all too pleasant himself any more. He was surprisingly okay with that. Taking out his ever present smartphone, Mikey saw a message he hadn’t noticed from his brother late the night before.
“Hey Mikez, I hope you’re okay. Lol I’m Fucked!” He read it a couple times. His brother had clearly been drinking. He grinned. It was about time Gerard got out there into the world. As he reached his dorm, Mikey dialled his big brother’s number; he knew he would be at work already.

Gerard held in his breath, shaking as his body tightened like a coil ready to spring. Letting out the deep breath like a mini explosion from his tortured lungs, Gerard fought his mind for the strength to turn around and face the presence he felt pressing against his back. There was no physical contact and yet he could feel the man standing there as if he was a part of Gerard himself. With a faint gasp, Gerard spun around on the bar-stool; his vision blurred as he did and he fell slowly onto the hard, tiled floors. With a thump, Gerard landed on his side, the wind being almost knocked out of him. Gerard rolled onto his back and gazed up at the impossibly empty space above him. This couldn’t be happening. A soft, papery thump sounded next to him as his sketchbook landed beside his head. Gerard flinched, the tension made worse not better by the discovery of… well, nothing.

It was an impossibility; yet lying spreadeagled in a cafe on a clear sunny day, there could be no mistake. Gerard had heard the man damn it! The whispers had snuck across the room, slipped into his mind and frozen him with the sweet tingling of fear; a feeling he hadn’t truly felt in a very long time. Gerard pushed himself up into sitting position and took slow and calming breaths. He scooped up his sketchbook and climbed to his feet.

“Fuck!” Gerard stumbled back into the other counter’s edge, his green eyes grew wide with surprise yet again, his heart-rate kicked up to a tempo that felt impossibly high. A chocked laugh escaped his lips, red from nervous biting, and his body slowly relaxed as his brother approached. Mikey didn’t seem to notice his brother’s weird reaction, nor his expression of immense relief. Mikey sauntered over to the counter and leaned against the outer edge, his eyes locked on his phone; Gerard took the opportunity to clear his expression and to relax his posture in an attempt to hide his previous fear from his baby brother.

“Hey Mikez, how you doing?” Gerard was glad his voice was calm, even if he wasn’t quite there yet.

“Hey Gee,” Mikey glanced up and smiled, before looking down at his phone again. The only sound was Gerard’s slightly nervous shifting and his little brother’s texting. Gerard waited patiently. “Gee, Can I maybe get a cuppa? Coffee would be great right now.” Mikey didn’t look up as he spoke, so he missed the disappointed and resigned look that crossed his brother’s face.

“Sure, Mikez, it’s on the house.” Gerard turned and busied himself with making the coffee, taking his sweet time; he knew Mikey’s attention would be divided the entire time he was here, he always had so much going on. When the coffee was complete, Gerard placed it in front of his little brother and opened his sketchbook to the page he was drawing Vic’s tattoos on. Mikey mumbled his thanks and continued to text. Drawing in a sullen silence, Gee didn’t interrupt his socialite brother’s planning of what was no doubt a raging party. Mikey eventually got off his phone and glanced up at his brother, his concern at his brother’s abnormally tense silence scratching the surface of his busy mind.

“Hey, Gerard, you’re off tomorrow right?” Gerard hummed his yes and carried on sketching. Mikey nodded to himself. “We’re having a party at the dorm. You should bring the guys and come have some fun. Maybe you could even meet a girl.” Mikey laughed absently at his own joke, proving once again that he didn’t listen when his brother spoke; especially not when Gerard had tried to tell his busy-body brother that he, Gerard, was in fact still gay. Gerard just agreed to all of Mikey’s plans, knowing that Mikez would message him details later; there was no need for him to listen when Mikey didn’t either. After ten minutes, Mikey said the pleasantries necessary, and left with a black coffee to go. Gerard was sad to see him go, but he didn’t expect any more than he had gotten.

About an hour after his brother left, Gerard had his first group come in, a chatty group of teenagers who had undoubtedly bunked school. He served them in silence; his mind preoccupied by what had happened before Mikey had arrived. Surely he hadn't imagined it all? How could he have? Gee straightened his back, Squared his shoulders and dealt with the lunch rush with the quiet professionalism that had earned him a job here to begin with. He focused his mind, and pushed all thoughts of that morning out of his head.

The man in the corner was silent. He had no coffee, no book, no phone; he just sat. sat and stared at the possession he hoped to add to his immense collection. He had been so close earlier. Soon, he would be that close again...

Notes

OMG I'm SOOOO sorry for not updating in so long. I was back in hospital and i couldn't take my laptop with me. I hope this chapter is okay for now. I'll be writing more now that I'm feeling like a human again lol
Feel free to comment thoughts and ideas. What could his stalker be? Will he get our Gee? How do you feel about Mikey? Talk to me

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