I sat back up in my bed; how did I get here? Mikey must have brought me all the way up here. I must have slept through the day; the sky was dark outside “Mikey?” I called out. No response. I wandered downstairs to find a sleeping Mikey on the couch.
I smiled to myself he sure looks cute sleeping I laughed. I wandered to the couch and plunked myself on the floor next to the couch. I put my hand on his and he opened his eyes and smiled at me. Holy shit I thought. He squeezed my hand back
I heard the squeak of the door and dropped Mikeys hand. “Hello? Rose?” my Mom yelled through the door. “Oh there you are. Who’s your friend?” “This is Mikey.” I blushed “But there’s something I have to tell you.”
I explained too my mother the situation with the gunman, and how Mikey took care of me. The police were coming to question me after school to see if the gunman could be identified. Mikey silently crept out the door while my Mom and I were talking. “So, this Mikey guy” She winked “You like him?” “Yeah I guess.” I blushed “I think he likes you!” My Mom giggled.
I went off to bed for the night, Mikey didn't text me anything about the hand holding thing. But who knows it could have been just a friendly thing. I drifted off thinking of Mikey. Tonight, no more nightmares waited for me when I fell asleep.
I was falling and falling hard, there was no end to my fall. But a soft gentle hand reached for mine, and he pulled me up and saved me. “Never slip away from me again.” He smiled as he pulled me into his chest.
I awoke to the familiar ringing sound of my alarm clock. Arg. Not this AGAIN! I whined. I forced myself out of bed and down the stairs just in time for my favourite breakfast meal: Pancakes! I took the long drive too the school with my Mom, and slid into my desk in French class just before the bell. Mikey, Ray, Gerard and Frank are also in French class with me. He continued to ignore the hand holding from earlier, he sat next to me in class.
Perhaps he was confused from being awake all night or it was just a friendly gesture! I thought as I tried to push all high hopes of him having feelings for me. It did not work; I just kept thinking and thinking about how he and I would make a cute couple!
Thinking of Mikey was making it hard to stay concentrated on school work. “Rose!” The French teacher hollered at me. “Wha?” I said trying to snap out of my own little world. “Goodness Rose, pay attention in class or I will make you sing the anthem in French!” The French teacher snapped. I looked over at Mikey and he gave me a sympathetic smile. “Sorry Madame.” I whispered my cheeks heating up from embarrassment.
MIKEYS POV
When Ray first brought Rose to out Lunch table, I thought she was going to end up being just one of those average, dumb, boy band loving snobs. But she was so much more. She loves Dead Kennedys, Anthrax and even Unicorns!
I sat down in French class hoping that Rose would be in this class with me. I don’t know why she held my hand last night; maybe it was because she felt sorry for me, being passed out on the couch. I was probably snoring or drooling all. Madame Thompson embarrassed her in class, it made me slightly angry. She shouldn’t have embarrassed her, she didn’t mean to do anything wrong.
I remember last night’s conversation with Gerard last night, when I came home late from Rose’s place.
“Back from Rose’s house I see” Gerard winked. “Shut up.” I smirked. “So what’s your deal with her, do you like her?” “Y-yeah, I-I do.” I stuttered. Gerard smiled at me “She’s a good girl man! She’s got a good taste in music, she’s smart and she’s pretty!” Gerard was right she was all of those things; I just wish I could tell her how I feel. But if I do, and she has no feelings for me, what would happen to our friendship. “You should tell her your feelings!” Gerard said, with a serious expression. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, no way man!” I frowned “Well you never know Mikey! It sounds like she could have feeling for you too!” Gerard smiled
I stared blankly at the white board while Madame Thompson scrawled something even more boring on the wall. Could she like me?