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A few days pass, in which Bob and I get to know each other a bit better. He’s nineteen, a sophomore in collage. He plays drums in his spare time and only works at the McDonald’s to have something to do. He doesn’t need the money, he’s got plenty. Helping me out has helped him too. He’s very sweet and caring, but he had no one to care for. No one to care about him. A true example of how money does not equal happiness. It also, shows it does not make you evil, unless you let it, of course. I’ve also gotten a job at the McD’s myself, because I can’t allow him to take care of me and get nothing back. So I’ll help out with groceries or something. He says he doesn’t need it, won’t take it. But he underestimates my stubborn nature. I haven’t heard from my brother in over a month. I really fucked up this time. I sigh and try to call him again.
The phone rings the first time and I bite my lip.
No answer.
The phone rings the second time as I’m chewing on my fingernails.
No answer.
Before I can call a third time, he’s calling back. I answer hesitantly.
“He-Hello?”
“Who the fuck is this?” I hear my brother’s angry voice and hang up, scared.
“Miiiiiiiiikeeeeeeeeeey?” Bob walks into the room where I’m sitting.
I look up at him with fearful, tearful eyes.
His smile fades as he wraps an arm around me “What’s wrong, Mikes?”
“I-“
The phone rings.
“Th-That’s my bro-brother I-I tried to ta-talk to him but I got scared.”
“Give me the phone, honey.” He says in a calm voice.
I hand it to him shakily and he answers in his calm voice.
“Hel-“
“Look fucker!” I hear him yell “I’m busy looking for my fucking brother I DO NOT have time for your fucking little prank you piece of shit!”
He’s looking for me?
“This isn’t a prank.” He says, still remaining calm “It’s about your brother.”
I hear Gerard’s voice change from anger to fear “I-Is he alright?”
“He is now. I found him shivering, sleeping on a bench for a month.” I hear a bit of anger erupt out of Bob’s throat.
“F-Fuck! I-I thought he was-“
”Dead? Yeah, I was afraid of the same thing when I found him. In fact, he was pretty close.” The anger is more obvious.
“Can I talk to him?”
“Can you refrain from saying things that will hurt him?” he snaps.
“Look, you, give my brother the fucking phone.”
Bob’s calm voice returns as he looks to me “Do you wanna talk to your brother, honey?”
I nod slowly and take the phone “H-Hi-Hi….”
“MICHAEL! I WAS SO AFRAID! WHERE ARE YOU? I’M COMING TO GET YOU NOW AND-“
Click.
I hand Bob the phone after hanging up on Gerard and look away in shame as a few tears trickle out of my eyes.
“Oh, Mikey…” He pulls me into his lap and lays my head onto his shoulder “Honey, I’m so sorry he’s like that. You don’t deserve it.”
“I-I do!” I begin sobbing like a toddler.
“No honey.” He rocks me gently “You deserve every bit of good in the world, and none of the bad. You deserve to smile nonstop and never have a tear fall out of those pretty eyes.”
My eyes are pretty?
I sniffle in response and hug tighter.
He rubs my back, “Since we’re both off tonight, I thought we’d do something? Unless you don’t feel like getting out…”
I want to stay here in your arms and not move. But you want to do something…
I pull back a bit to wipe my eyes. He takes my hands in his, making me blush slightly as he pulls them down and begins wiping my tears with the sleeve of his hoodie.
“You should never have to wipe your own tears, either.” He gives me a caring smile.
“I-I need to g-get this off my mi-mind… You wanted to do something?”
He nods with a smile “Only if you’re up to it, honey.”
I nod and hug him tight “Bob?”
“Hmm?” He hugs back just as tight, but managing to be gentle at the same time.
“Thank you so much.”
He smiles and looks into my eyes “No, Mikey. Thank you.”
We walk into the Denny’s and sit down. He smiles at me before looking into his menu. I look at mine and actually flinch with guilt. I haven’t gotten paid yet, so he still pays for everything. And when you have no money, $6.50 for a burger is expensive. I sigh and sip my coke, feeling his eyes on me.
“Mikey, don’t you dare feel guilty. I don’t mind a bit and you know it.” He takes one of my hands; causing me to blush deeply, “Look at me.”
I slowly look up at him; blush intact.
“I wouldn’t mind if you ordered every thing on this menu. I know you’re stubborn as hell, but everyone could do with a bit of help. When we get paid, I’ll let you pay for my lunch or something, okay honey?” He squeezes the hand.
“I-I...o-okay yeah…” I almost frown when his hand leaves mine.
“Good.” He smiles “Because I was going to order you something whether you agreed or not.” He gives me a playful grin.
I smile a little and look at the menu again, still feeling a little guilty. But only a little.
Bob orders a cheeseburger and a basket of fries. I get a regular burger and share the fries with him. He eats pretty quickly and waits for me to slowly finish.
“You eat like a bird.” He chuckles and takes a sip of his Dr. Pepper.
I blush and shrug taking a bite of my burger.
“You blush so often…” he smiles “it’s adorable.”
I blush even more and try to hide behind my hair, but the bangs aren’t quite long enough.
He chuckles, amused “So where to after you finish, honey?”
I finish chewing “I um… I don’t know…”
He smiles “Wanna go see a movie?”
Why does this feel like a date?
I blush at the thought and shrug.
He chuckles “Yes or No?”
I nod and take another bite to refrain from saying something incredibly stupid.
He chuckles and smiles at me as I finish “Finally done, birdy?”
I scrunch my nose at him.
He smiles and leaves a $10.00 tip as we stand up and leave.
We sit in the dark theatre as the commercials roll. We decided on a horror movie, because we’re both fanatics. This one is a newer “Nightmare on Elm St.” He and I chose to sit in a back corner of the theater. He grins over at me and leans close to whisper.
“If you get scared, I’m here.” He teases.
I roll my eyes playfully “We’ll see who gets scared, blondey.”
He chuckles and watches the screen as the movie starts. I look to the screen as well, but can’t help but sneak glances over at him. The way he’s concentrated on the film is unbelievably cute. His eyes are glued and there is a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Lips that look soft and oh shit. NO. I will not fall for Bob. CAN NOT fall for the gorgeous blonde in the seat beside me.
I peel my eyes away from Bob, a difficult task, and look to the screen. I almost swear his eyes are on me. Freddy chases after a girl and corners her. He jabs his razors into her stomach, and everyone in the audience jumps. Bob, however, does something else too. He jumps, and grasps onto my hand, squeezing tight. After the scene, his grip has loosened, but he’s still holding my hand. I feel his eyes on me again. I look over and surely enough, he’s looking at me, then to our hands. I bite my lip nervously and turn my hand so our palms are touching. Fuck, please don’t hate me. A smile grows on his face as he laces our fingers. I gently squeeze his hand and blush as he leans to kiss my cheek.
The phone rings the first time and I bite my lip.
No answer.
The phone rings the second time as I’m chewing on my fingernails.
No answer.
Before I can call a third time, he’s calling back. I answer hesitantly.
“He-Hello?”
“Who the fuck is this?” I hear my brother’s angry voice and hang up, scared.
“Miiiiiiiiikeeeeeeeeeey?” Bob walks into the room where I’m sitting.
I look up at him with fearful, tearful eyes.
His smile fades as he wraps an arm around me “What’s wrong, Mikes?”
“I-“
The phone rings.
“Th-That’s my bro-brother I-I tried to ta-talk to him but I got scared.”
“Give me the phone, honey.” He says in a calm voice.
I hand it to him shakily and he answers in his calm voice.
“Hel-“
“Look fucker!” I hear him yell “I’m busy looking for my fucking brother I DO NOT have time for your fucking little prank you piece of shit!”
He’s looking for me?
“This isn’t a prank.” He says, still remaining calm “It’s about your brother.”
I hear Gerard’s voice change from anger to fear “I-Is he alright?”
“He is now. I found him shivering, sleeping on a bench for a month.” I hear a bit of anger erupt out of Bob’s throat.
“F-Fuck! I-I thought he was-“
”Dead? Yeah, I was afraid of the same thing when I found him. In fact, he was pretty close.” The anger is more obvious.
“Can I talk to him?”
“Can you refrain from saying things that will hurt him?” he snaps.
“Look, you, give my brother the fucking phone.”
Bob’s calm voice returns as he looks to me “Do you wanna talk to your brother, honey?”
I nod slowly and take the phone “H-Hi-Hi….”
“MICHAEL! I WAS SO AFRAID! WHERE ARE YOU? I’M COMING TO GET YOU NOW AND-“
Click.
I hand Bob the phone after hanging up on Gerard and look away in shame as a few tears trickle out of my eyes.
“Oh, Mikey…” He pulls me into his lap and lays my head onto his shoulder “Honey, I’m so sorry he’s like that. You don’t deserve it.”
“I-I do!” I begin sobbing like a toddler.
“No honey.” He rocks me gently “You deserve every bit of good in the world, and none of the bad. You deserve to smile nonstop and never have a tear fall out of those pretty eyes.”
My eyes are pretty?
I sniffle in response and hug tighter.
He rubs my back, “Since we’re both off tonight, I thought we’d do something? Unless you don’t feel like getting out…”
I want to stay here in your arms and not move. But you want to do something…
I pull back a bit to wipe my eyes. He takes my hands in his, making me blush slightly as he pulls them down and begins wiping my tears with the sleeve of his hoodie.
“You should never have to wipe your own tears, either.” He gives me a caring smile.
“I-I need to g-get this off my mi-mind… You wanted to do something?”
He nods with a smile “Only if you’re up to it, honey.”
I nod and hug him tight “Bob?”
“Hmm?” He hugs back just as tight, but managing to be gentle at the same time.
“Thank you so much.”
He smiles and looks into my eyes “No, Mikey. Thank you.”
We walk into the Denny’s and sit down. He smiles at me before looking into his menu. I look at mine and actually flinch with guilt. I haven’t gotten paid yet, so he still pays for everything. And when you have no money, $6.50 for a burger is expensive. I sigh and sip my coke, feeling his eyes on me.
“Mikey, don’t you dare feel guilty. I don’t mind a bit and you know it.” He takes one of my hands; causing me to blush deeply, “Look at me.”
I slowly look up at him; blush intact.
“I wouldn’t mind if you ordered every thing on this menu. I know you’re stubborn as hell, but everyone could do with a bit of help. When we get paid, I’ll let you pay for my lunch or something, okay honey?” He squeezes the hand.
“I-I...o-okay yeah…” I almost frown when his hand leaves mine.
“Good.” He smiles “Because I was going to order you something whether you agreed or not.” He gives me a playful grin.
I smile a little and look at the menu again, still feeling a little guilty. But only a little.
Bob orders a cheeseburger and a basket of fries. I get a regular burger and share the fries with him. He eats pretty quickly and waits for me to slowly finish.
“You eat like a bird.” He chuckles and takes a sip of his Dr. Pepper.
I blush and shrug taking a bite of my burger.
“You blush so often…” he smiles “it’s adorable.”
I blush even more and try to hide behind my hair, but the bangs aren’t quite long enough.
He chuckles, amused “So where to after you finish, honey?”
I finish chewing “I um… I don’t know…”
He smiles “Wanna go see a movie?”
Why does this feel like a date?
I blush at the thought and shrug.
He chuckles “Yes or No?”
I nod and take another bite to refrain from saying something incredibly stupid.
He chuckles and smiles at me as I finish “Finally done, birdy?”
I scrunch my nose at him.
He smiles and leaves a $10.00 tip as we stand up and leave.
We sit in the dark theatre as the commercials roll. We decided on a horror movie, because we’re both fanatics. This one is a newer “Nightmare on Elm St.” He and I chose to sit in a back corner of the theater. He grins over at me and leans close to whisper.
“If you get scared, I’m here.” He teases.
I roll my eyes playfully “We’ll see who gets scared, blondey.”
He chuckles and watches the screen as the movie starts. I look to the screen as well, but can’t help but sneak glances over at him. The way he’s concentrated on the film is unbelievably cute. His eyes are glued and there is a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Lips that look soft and oh shit. NO. I will not fall for Bob. CAN NOT fall for the gorgeous blonde in the seat beside me.
I peel my eyes away from Bob, a difficult task, and look to the screen. I almost swear his eyes are on me. Freddy chases after a girl and corners her. He jabs his razors into her stomach, and everyone in the audience jumps. Bob, however, does something else too. He jumps, and grasps onto my hand, squeezing tight. After the scene, his grip has loosened, but he’s still holding my hand. I feel his eyes on me again. I look over and surely enough, he’s looking at me, then to our hands. I bite my lip nervously and turn my hand so our palms are touching. Fuck, please don’t hate me. A smile grows on his face as he laces our fingers. I gently squeeze his hand and blush as he leans to kiss my cheek.
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