Can't You See Me?

The walk to the park was spent in complete silence, but I didn't expect anything differently from Mikey. He was always the silent type, and I didn't mind it. Sometimes the silence between people is comforting, and his was that way. He didn't expect anything to be said, and I found that relaxing. I'd always been terrible at starting conversations and keeping them, but, with Mikey, I didn't need to worry about that. I looked over at him and watched as he lightly swung on the swings; he'd always loved those. After watching him for so many years, I found that he found comfort in doing that while staring up at the stars. He'd bit his lip in concentration, and furrowed his brows as if he were troubled by something. It's always bothered me how, whenever he left his emotional guard down, he always looked troubled.

"What's on your mind?" I asked. He turned his head toward me and slightly shrugged his shoulders.

"I can never really tell," he answered. I laughed softly, causing him to smile.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"I can never really tell," I answered. Mikey laughed and, without thinking, I reached over and grabbed his hand. Quickly, his smile disappeared and he moved his hand away.

"Don't," he said. I brought my hand back to myself and looked down at it, letting it fall to my lap. Of course the kiss didn't mean anything... It was just a moment. He and I aren't a thing.

"It's not that our kiss didn't mean anything, Frank. I'm just... not used to that sort of thing. I've never been... romantic with anyone and it caught me off guard. I'll try to be better," he explained. I looked over at him and he had his usual expression on his face, but he was being sincere. He honestly thought his discomfort of me being like that was his fault. It was all mine, I betrayed his trust for me all those years ago, and because of that, he couldn't even be romantic with any other people.

"Mikey, it's not your fault. I was moving too fast. I'll slow down," I said thoughtfully. He blinked.

"I don't want you to, though."

"What do you mean?" I asked. He smiled at me a bit.

"I want this to go how it should have gone a long time ago," he answered. He wasn't making any sense, but I nodded anyways. We stayed silent for a while before he spoke up.

"It means to kiss me, dumbass." I laugh, but quickly rose to my feet, him doing the same, and smashed my lips against his. I moaned softly against his mouth, pressing my body into his, wanting him to feel me and what he'd done to me since we were younger.

"I love you," I breathed out as he pressed back into me, harshly gripping my hips. He didn't answer, but I needed to earn the right to hear those words again.

Notes

It's late, or early, but I felt like updating this.

Hope you enjoyed that extremely short chapter. Sorry for the length ;-;

-OAIF <3