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Chapter 3: Magnetic Attraction.
5 ReviewsFrank and Mikey meet in Starbucks. Mikey sure as hell does not have a fetish for arms. Not at all.
Song to listen to whilst reading this? Anything But Ordinary OR Thing's I'll Never Say - Avril Lavigne. I DON'T CARE IF YOU HATE HER. I wrote this whilst listening to them XD
Enjoy!
Mikey still couldn't believe Miss. Caines and her stupid questions. It was absurd, she was absurd. Not all people are ashamed of being Gay or Lesbian. Jackass - ignorant bitch.
Still, hands tucked in his pockets, Mikey strolled casually down the street, smiling slightly. Everyone pretty much ignored him now, especially anyone at his school. Everyone knew he was mute. Some said it was because Mikey's brother Gerard abused him (Mikey dreaded to think) and others claimed it was because of a 'traumatic past'. Mikey snorted - that's something Miss. Caines would say.
He decided to nickname her, considering his almost passionate hate for stupid counselors.
The worst thing about it was that she treated Mikey as if he was a mutant. Seriously? He wasn't any different to anyone else. He was just.. secluded. Quiet. In a good way.
Well, she didn't see it as good, but Mikey did.
Anyway, as Starbucks got closer, Mikey decided on a name: Crappy Caines.
Sure, it wasn't amazing.. but that was the best Mikey could think of at the moment, especially with butterflies swooping around in his stomach like they belonged there.
Mikey wished he could kick them all out, tell them to leave him the fuck alone.
His voice went weird when he was n- Wait. He wouldn't be using his voice. Yo'know, unless he blurted something out again - which he would definitely regret. He shouldn't have even said those stupid 3 words. What use was it telling his counselor he was gay? None at all! She'd just get even more annoying.
And well, perhaps Mikey didn't regret saying 'Yes' as much as he initially thought. He was about to meet a dude, who just by listening to his voice, you can tell is drop-dead slit-my-throat good looking.
Yeah. That good looking.
And so, as Mikey walked into Starbucks, waiting patiently in line behind a heavily tattooed man, he smiled. His eyes quickly ran over the man in front of him. He was fairly short, about 5'6/5'7 Mikey would guess, with a scorpion tattoo on his neck and smooth, pale skin. His arms were strong and inked to perfection (not that Mikey had a fetish for arms. Nu-uh, not at all.) and he had soft black hair that had a slight fringe, but it was short. Mikey only caught a glimpse of his face; cute nose, great lips..
Something inside of Mikey swirled as the man walked up to the counter, smiling.
And then it snapped as he spoke. "I'll just have a coffee. Black, no sugar," said the stranger.
Mikey's heart swelled. So, this attractive man was Frank? Sorry, he meant this attractive 18-year-old that was way out of his league was Frank? Yes. That was better.
After paying the cashier with a smile, Frank turned around and glanced at Mikey, then stopped in his tracks. He looked back to Mikey, soft, friendly smile reaching his eyes.
Mikey's breathing hitched in his throat, suddenly becoming shallow, as he stared at Frank with adoration. Their eyes bored into one another's, neither breaking the gaze, and Mikey got a good look at his eyes; they were a golden hazel with black flecks, and entrancingly pretty.
Mikey's hands grew strangely clammy, heart thudding inside his rib cage, dying to get out..
Mikey tried to calm it down. He tried to regulate his breathing - he tried. But it just wouldn't calm down!
It was an odd sensation - one he hadn't ever felt before - but as they stared at each other, both feeling the same experience yet neither knowing exactly what it was, Mikey gulped dryly, hands fidgeting nervously. Mikey's heart pace increased even faster and it turned almost painful, desperate, and suddenly Mikey wanted to run away.
The feeling of desperation, fascination and complete and utter love for Frank.. he just couldn't take it. Though he loved it - he hated it! He wasn't even sure if this was love he just - it was Frank. It was odd. It was amazing. It was..
It was such a strange sensation that Mikey's thoughts turned jumbled, brain fuzzy, as he just stared at Frank like it was only himself and Frank there. The only people in the world.
Frank was first to return to reality, though his heart still thudded abnormally. He said, "Mikey, right?"
Mikey nodded and simpered, still starstruck.
Frank grinned dozily. "You look like a black coffee kinda guy, am I right? I'll pay."
The looks, the charm, the voice.. Mikey almost couldn't believe his eyes. Still, he nodded with a grin. After all, who was he to refuse a free black coffee?
Frank turned back to the counter and got Mikey's order. They waited in silence for a minute, before the were both sat down at a booth in the back, each sipping their coffees.
Suddenly, Frank blurted, "I'm sorry about my bitch of a sister."
Mikey smugly put his coffee to the table, hand still curled around it. He cocked an eyebrow, enjoying Frank calling Miss. Caines a bitch, and grinned.
Frank nodded. "I mean- she thought.. The gay thing. She's idiotic like that - she's always trying to give me inspirational speeches about 'not letting the haters get me down!" Frank scoffed. "It's so stupid."
Mikey bit his tongue so he wouldn't talk back, and simply nodded, an amused grin plastered across his face as he nodded once.
Frank took another sip of his coffee, grinning stupidly, and ran a hand through his hair. It made it look like bedhead hair, but Mikey thought it looked adorable like that. In fact, he kinda preferred it.
And with him grinning he looked like a.. like a Greek God. His smile was perfect.
Another thing Mikey lover about Frank - cancelling out his eyes and fantastic dress sense - was his arms. He loved tattoos and strong arms - but Frank's were strong in a subtle way. A.. a more attractive way.
Mikey pointed to Franks tattoos.
After briefly glancing at them, Frank looked back to Mikey with a grin. "Cool, huh? I got this one to remember my granddad, and this one to.." Frank babbled on for five minutes about his tattoos, not that Mikey minded. He liked it.
Then, they moved onto bands. "I'm personally more into Iron Maiden, The Bouncing Souls, Misfits.. yo'know? I'ma guess by your shirt that you are too?" Frank guessed, indicating to Mikey's Iron Maiden shirt with a smile.
Mikey chuckled slightly and nodded, suspending them in an awkward silence for a minute.
"Is there a reason you don't talk? Or are you just being rebellious?" an intrigued Frank asked. His beautiful eyes widened and he bit his lip, stating, "I didn't mean it in a harsh way I just-"
But Mikey ignored him. So, Frank thought Mikey did it just to be rebellious? He's got brains too, because that was certainly one of the reasons. The other being he hated the scratchy feeling of talking.
Mikey smiled sympathetically for a nervous Frank, although him himself still had swarms of butterflies, and nodded. He mouthed, "Rebellious. And other reasons."
He hated himself for it: the mouthing of words. It was preposterous; he might as well have spoken! But.. he felt like he.. like needed to talk to Frank, a longing like no other he'd felt.
So.. he just.. he let himself do it.
Frank grinned and leaned back, taking a sip of his coffee. "That's cool. You're driving Lucy up the wall."
Mikey's eyebrows shot up, eyes lighting with amusement. Lucy?
Frank grinned and said, "Yeah, Miss. Caines. You're seriously killing her. Not that she doesn't deserve it. She's.. she's screwed up a lot.."
And suddenly, Frank was lost in deep thought. His face looked pained almost - uncomfortable - but he shook himself out of his thoughts and smiled softly. "So, what's there to know about you?"
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For hours the two just sat in Starbucks, laughing and smiling - getting to know each other. Mikey wasn't going to admit it to Crappy Caines, but he really enjoyed himself.
And he didn't talk once. Mikey was pleased about that. Frank was a surprisingly good lipreader, and Mikey started to wonder if there was a reason for that.
But, as the night got darker, the two parted ways on the street, both thinking about each other.
Not that they themselves knew, or were willing to admit it. After all, they only just met, and there was no such thing as 'soul mates' or 'love at first sight'. Right?
Apparently so, according to them. But there were such thing as Saviors, and maybe, on that cold September night, the two had just found theirs.
Enjoy!
Mikey still couldn't believe Miss. Caines and her stupid questions. It was absurd, she was absurd. Not all people are ashamed of being Gay or Lesbian. Jackass - ignorant bitch.
Still, hands tucked in his pockets, Mikey strolled casually down the street, smiling slightly. Everyone pretty much ignored him now, especially anyone at his school. Everyone knew he was mute. Some said it was because Mikey's brother Gerard abused him (Mikey dreaded to think) and others claimed it was because of a 'traumatic past'. Mikey snorted - that's something Miss. Caines would say.
He decided to nickname her, considering his almost passionate hate for stupid counselors.
The worst thing about it was that she treated Mikey as if he was a mutant. Seriously? He wasn't any different to anyone else. He was just.. secluded. Quiet. In a good way.
Well, she didn't see it as good, but Mikey did.
Anyway, as Starbucks got closer, Mikey decided on a name: Crappy Caines.
Sure, it wasn't amazing.. but that was the best Mikey could think of at the moment, especially with butterflies swooping around in his stomach like they belonged there.
Mikey wished he could kick them all out, tell them to leave him the fuck alone.
His voice went weird when he was n- Wait. He wouldn't be using his voice. Yo'know, unless he blurted something out again - which he would definitely regret. He shouldn't have even said those stupid 3 words. What use was it telling his counselor he was gay? None at all! She'd just get even more annoying.
And well, perhaps Mikey didn't regret saying 'Yes' as much as he initially thought. He was about to meet a dude, who just by listening to his voice, you can tell is drop-dead slit-my-throat good looking.
Yeah. That good looking.
And so, as Mikey walked into Starbucks, waiting patiently in line behind a heavily tattooed man, he smiled. His eyes quickly ran over the man in front of him. He was fairly short, about 5'6/5'7 Mikey would guess, with a scorpion tattoo on his neck and smooth, pale skin. His arms were strong and inked to perfection (not that Mikey had a fetish for arms. Nu-uh, not at all.) and he had soft black hair that had a slight fringe, but it was short. Mikey only caught a glimpse of his face; cute nose, great lips..
Something inside of Mikey swirled as the man walked up to the counter, smiling.
And then it snapped as he spoke. "I'll just have a coffee. Black, no sugar," said the stranger.
Mikey's heart swelled. So, this attractive man was Frank? Sorry, he meant this attractive 18-year-old that was way out of his league was Frank? Yes. That was better.
After paying the cashier with a smile, Frank turned around and glanced at Mikey, then stopped in his tracks. He looked back to Mikey, soft, friendly smile reaching his eyes.
Mikey's breathing hitched in his throat, suddenly becoming shallow, as he stared at Frank with adoration. Their eyes bored into one another's, neither breaking the gaze, and Mikey got a good look at his eyes; they were a golden hazel with black flecks, and entrancingly pretty.
Mikey's hands grew strangely clammy, heart thudding inside his rib cage, dying to get out..
Mikey tried to calm it down. He tried to regulate his breathing - he tried. But it just wouldn't calm down!
It was an odd sensation - one he hadn't ever felt before - but as they stared at each other, both feeling the same experience yet neither knowing exactly what it was, Mikey gulped dryly, hands fidgeting nervously. Mikey's heart pace increased even faster and it turned almost painful, desperate, and suddenly Mikey wanted to run away.
The feeling of desperation, fascination and complete and utter love for Frank.. he just couldn't take it. Though he loved it - he hated it! He wasn't even sure if this was love he just - it was Frank. It was odd. It was amazing. It was..
It was such a strange sensation that Mikey's thoughts turned jumbled, brain fuzzy, as he just stared at Frank like it was only himself and Frank there. The only people in the world.
Frank was first to return to reality, though his heart still thudded abnormally. He said, "Mikey, right?"
Mikey nodded and simpered, still starstruck.
Frank grinned dozily. "You look like a black coffee kinda guy, am I right? I'll pay."
The looks, the charm, the voice.. Mikey almost couldn't believe his eyes. Still, he nodded with a grin. After all, who was he to refuse a free black coffee?
Frank turned back to the counter and got Mikey's order. They waited in silence for a minute, before the were both sat down at a booth in the back, each sipping their coffees.
Suddenly, Frank blurted, "I'm sorry about my bitch of a sister."
Mikey smugly put his coffee to the table, hand still curled around it. He cocked an eyebrow, enjoying Frank calling Miss. Caines a bitch, and grinned.
Frank nodded. "I mean- she thought.. The gay thing. She's idiotic like that - she's always trying to give me inspirational speeches about 'not letting the haters get me down!" Frank scoffed. "It's so stupid."
Mikey bit his tongue so he wouldn't talk back, and simply nodded, an amused grin plastered across his face as he nodded once.
Frank took another sip of his coffee, grinning stupidly, and ran a hand through his hair. It made it look like bedhead hair, but Mikey thought it looked adorable like that. In fact, he kinda preferred it.
And with him grinning he looked like a.. like a Greek God. His smile was perfect.
Another thing Mikey lover about Frank - cancelling out his eyes and fantastic dress sense - was his arms. He loved tattoos and strong arms - but Frank's were strong in a subtle way. A.. a more attractive way.
Mikey pointed to Franks tattoos.
After briefly glancing at them, Frank looked back to Mikey with a grin. "Cool, huh? I got this one to remember my granddad, and this one to.." Frank babbled on for five minutes about his tattoos, not that Mikey minded. He liked it.
Then, they moved onto bands. "I'm personally more into Iron Maiden, The Bouncing Souls, Misfits.. yo'know? I'ma guess by your shirt that you are too?" Frank guessed, indicating to Mikey's Iron Maiden shirt with a smile.
Mikey chuckled slightly and nodded, suspending them in an awkward silence for a minute.
"Is there a reason you don't talk? Or are you just being rebellious?" an intrigued Frank asked. His beautiful eyes widened and he bit his lip, stating, "I didn't mean it in a harsh way I just-"
But Mikey ignored him. So, Frank thought Mikey did it just to be rebellious? He's got brains too, because that was certainly one of the reasons. The other being he hated the scratchy feeling of talking.
Mikey smiled sympathetically for a nervous Frank, although him himself still had swarms of butterflies, and nodded. He mouthed, "Rebellious. And other reasons."
He hated himself for it: the mouthing of words. It was preposterous; he might as well have spoken! But.. he felt like he.. like needed to talk to Frank, a longing like no other he'd felt.
So.. he just.. he let himself do it.
Frank grinned and leaned back, taking a sip of his coffee. "That's cool. You're driving Lucy up the wall."
Mikey's eyebrows shot up, eyes lighting with amusement. Lucy?
Frank grinned and said, "Yeah, Miss. Caines. You're seriously killing her. Not that she doesn't deserve it. She's.. she's screwed up a lot.."
And suddenly, Frank was lost in deep thought. His face looked pained almost - uncomfortable - but he shook himself out of his thoughts and smiled softly. "So, what's there to know about you?"
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For hours the two just sat in Starbucks, laughing and smiling - getting to know each other. Mikey wasn't going to admit it to Crappy Caines, but he really enjoyed himself.
And he didn't talk once. Mikey was pleased about that. Frank was a surprisingly good lipreader, and Mikey started to wonder if there was a reason for that.
But, as the night got darker, the two parted ways on the street, both thinking about each other.
Not that they themselves knew, or were willing to admit it. After all, they only just met, and there was no such thing as 'soul mates' or 'love at first sight'. Right?
Apparently so, according to them. But there were such thing as Saviors, and maybe, on that cold September night, the two had just found theirs.
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