And I Can Be Cruel, Just Like You

Mikey's POV

June 29

He never told me what time to be ready and I didn't have his number so I got up at six. I turned on the shower and stepped in. The water was too warm and it burned my skin but it would get me clean so it didn't matter.

I couldn't hide how excited I was so, when I got my morning call from my brother, Gerard, who was away at college, I gushed, embarrassingly, about how fun my day was going to be. However, I wasn't prepared for it when he asked me "So, do you like him?" I instantly felt like a third grader and felt the need to deny it profusely.

"Uh, I don't know. No. What?" Oh my god I do like him. But I don't even know him. If my emotions could take on their own physical form, I'd smack the fuck out of them.

"Sure." He responded. I could almost see the smirk on his face.

"So, you gonna put on your special date cologne?" He asked. I was already wearing it. I bought it as a joke a few months ago without smelling it first because it was called 'Take Me' with Gerard and I had a good laugh about.

"Shut up.....yes." I answered, knowing I'd put on so much he could probably smell it through the phone. It was one of those things where the makers take a generic item meant for women and slap a manly title on it and BOOM, it's cologne-except the title isn't all that manly at all, which made me giggle. It smells good though.

"Have fun, Mikes. Be safe and be aware of your surroundings. Don't get too caught up in that boy to have any fun. I'll call you before bed to see how it went, okay?" He said, bringing this embarrassment of a conversation to an end.

While I waited for Ray, I picked out something to wear. I really wanted to wear boots, but with the amount of black I'm wearing, I'm probably already going to get heat stroke. It was only 8:03 by the time I was fully dressed so, I took some pictures. Don't judge me. I was still kinda bored so I put on a cd, then another, then another. By the time the third cd had spun around for the last time, it was 10:30.

Before I could sigh, there was a knock at the door.

"Mikey! Mikey! Don't you dare stand me up!" Ray yelled from the outside of the door. I also heard my father get up from the couch to answer the door. If I let him get to the door, Ray would leave in tears. I sprinted down the stairs and blocked my father from opening the door.
"You're lucky, kid. I was sure as hell about to give your boyfriend a piece of my mind." He said.

"I'm absolutely sure you would've. That's why I'm answering the door." And with that I turned around, grabbed my keys and wallet, and scurried out of the door.

Ray stood, looking a little hurt, on the porch with a single red rose. Aw, how cute. I smiled hard and took the rose out of his hand. I brought it to my face and sniffed it. It smelled just like every flower did to me, like nothing at all.

"I thought you weren't going to come out." He said, recovering from his tiny, little, mini -heartbreak." What a cutie.

"No, I was actually saving you from feeling my father's wrath." Woah.

"Woah." He said, speaking my thought.

"Well, maybe we should go before your father decides that he does want me to feel his wrath."

"Oh my god! Stop making sexual jokes about my Dad! Ew!"

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