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We hold hands as we walk out of the theater, both smiling. We walk out to his car and he opens the passenger door for me, making me blush as I take my seat. HE gently closes the door smiling and walks to the driver’s seat. I still haven’t asked him the obvious question hanging between us. What does this mean for us? He leans over and presses another soft kiss to my red cheek before starting the car and driving to his house. I look over at him as he stops at a red light.
“B-Bob?”
He turns to me and smiles “Yes, honey?”
“I-I…wh-what…”
He chuckles softly “Yes, I like you Mikey. Yes, I can tell you like me. As far as where we stand… I think we should take things slow. Ease into a relationship if that’s what we both want. If not, I’d be happy to be your friend.”
Slow. That sounds good, considering my last boyfriend used me to get to my older brother. Short little bastard.
I nod and chew on my lip “What if I don’t want to only be your friend?”
He smiles and turns down his street “Then I’d be more than happy to be more than a friend.”
I blush as he pulls into his driveway.
“We do need to talk to your brother though…” I can hear the frown in his voice.
I sigh, “All he cares about is Frank.”
“Frank?” Bob raises an eyebrow.
I nod “My ex boyfriend, who was interested in him all along…”
He frowns “He used someone as sweet as you?”
I shrug “I’m easy to use…”
He leans over and kisses my cheek “I’d like to kick his ass.”
I giggle, “It’s no big deal.”
He gently places his fingertips under my chin and turns my face a bit to look him in the eyes as he says in a soft, soothing, calm, honest-filled voice “It is to me.”
I blush again, unsure if he realizes how close he is to my face, “Re-Really?”
“Of course, Mikey.” He leans in and places a soft kiss on the tip of my nose before opening his door and walking over to open mine.
I let out a breath, unaware that I’d held my breath as he opens the door and holds his hand out to help me out of the car. Blushing, still, I take his hand and walk with him inside the warm house. Even though it’s warm inside, I’m still shivering from the cold outside. Bob smiles and pulls me closer, then wraps me in his arms and immediately I feel warm. Safe. Cared for. Loved. Loved? We only just discovered we had feelings for each other… Bob kisses my forehead and lies beside me on the couch, snuggling close. His warmth is comforting and perfect. He isn’t so warm I feel like I’ll suffocate, nor is he cold enough to make me shiver. So comfortable, in fact, I didn’t notice I was falling asleep.
“Shh, don’t wake him, yet. The poor dear hasn’t had much sleep at all, not even since he’s been here.” I hear Bob shush…someone.
“Aww, Bobbie’s in love.” I hear an unfamiliar voice “Poor kid looks starved though.”
“Hush up, Toro. And yeah, he eats like a bird.” I hear the smile in Bob’s voice “But he’d gone weeks with barely any food so of course he’s skinny.”
I slowly open my eyes and see Bob talking to some guy with Frizzy hair. I sit up slowly and squint around to find my glasses.
“Good morning, honey.” Bob says softly, handing me my glasses “You actually get some rest last night?”
I nod and look at the frizzy haired guy.
“Mikey, this is my friend, Ray. Ray, Mikey.”
“Your prisoner.” Ray scoffs.
Bob rolls his eyes and looks over to me “Sorry, he’s under the very mistaken impression that he’s funny.”
I giggle “Hi, Ray…”
Ray grins “The kid laughed. See? I’m funny.”
I roll my eyes “I’ll be eighteen in September and I graduated high school two years ago so would you stop calling me ‘Kid’?”
His eyes widen “You graduated, at sixteen?”
“Fifteen. Though, I would be sixteen in September.”
He looks over to Bob “You’re sleeping with a genius.”
Bob and I both blush deep shades of red.
“I-I…w-we haven’t I-I..”
Ray laughs and cuts me off “I meant literally. You both slept on the couch, yes?”
Bob pulls me onto his lap and kisses my cheek, ignoring Ray “So… your brother called.”
My heart sinks “Y-Yeah? Wha-What’d he say?”
“He wants to see you.”
I bite my lip.
“Mikey…” he adds softly “Where are your parents?”
“D-De-Dead.” I look down.
“Oh, honey…” Bob hugs me close “Do you have anyone other than your brother?”
“O-One person.”
“Who? Can we contact them-“
“You.” I whisper “And really, Gerard doesn’t count. You’re all I have.” I look away in shame. Afraid my words will upset him.
He tilts my head up again; gently “You’re all I have too.”
I fight the urge to kiss him, but it isn’t an easy battle. I even almost think I saw him moving close as Ray muttered “What the hell am I, then?” Instead, I offer him a small but honest smile. He smiles back, and then turns to Ray.
“Alright you two are all I have.”
I kiss his cheek shyly and blush when I see his grin.
Ray stands up and stretches “I gotta get to work or I’ll be fired…apparently being late is a problem.” He shrugs and rushes out the door.
Bob chuckles and turns to me “So, breakfast?”
I know the drill. This isn’t a question. It’s a statement: I’m making us breakfast. I answer it as if it were a question.
“No thanks, too early.”
Bob frowns “Please?”
“Bob I’m not even awake yet…”
“Eating will wake you up.” He pouts.
Bob does not pout much. But when he does. It’s irresistible.
I whine, “Fine damn it.”
He grins and kisses my cheek “I’m in the mood for cereal, you?”
I shrug “Cereal works.”
He smiles and stands up, holding out his hand for me “C’mon honey.”
I sigh and follow him to the kitchen as his cell rings.
He opens it “Hello? Oh…hi Gerard. Yeah, he’s awake now. Here.” He hands me the phone and gently kisses my cheek before grabbing two bowls.
“Mikey?” My brother says in a worried voice.
“H-Hey Ger-Gerard.”
“Fuck, I was so afraid you were with some psycho who’d use your bones as toothpicks!”
“Bob… Bob isn’t like that, Gerard.”
“And how in the fuck do you know that, huh?” He retorts angrily.
“Well, considering he took me in after you took my boyfriend and kicked me out…”
“He’s using you, idiot! What dumbass would take in some skinny loser like you and want nothing in return?”
“I’ve given him something in return. Unlike you, Gerard, some people only want friendship and kindness.” I hang up and hand Bob his phone.
“Well, that went well…” He wraps his arms around me.
I shrug “Compared to most of our conversations…that was like exchanging ‘I Love Yous’…”
He frowns and kisses my nose.
“Bob?”
“Yes, honey?”
“Why do you do that?”
He looks at me confused “Do what?”
“Kiss every part of my face except my lips.”
He blushes “Wasn’t sure if you wanted it….”
“Maybe I do.”
“Maybe if you do you should do it.”
I blush and look down “Wasn’t sure if you wanted it.”
He chuckles and tilts my head up “Well, let’s clarify this then.” He leans close, almost to my lips and stops. I close the gap between our lips and wrap my arms around his neck as he gently cups my cheek with his hand. The kiss is only an extended peck on the lips, but if it never ended, I certainly wouldn’t be upset.
“B-Bob?”
He turns to me and smiles “Yes, honey?”
“I-I…wh-what…”
He chuckles softly “Yes, I like you Mikey. Yes, I can tell you like me. As far as where we stand… I think we should take things slow. Ease into a relationship if that’s what we both want. If not, I’d be happy to be your friend.”
Slow. That sounds good, considering my last boyfriend used me to get to my older brother. Short little bastard.
I nod and chew on my lip “What if I don’t want to only be your friend?”
He smiles and turns down his street “Then I’d be more than happy to be more than a friend.”
I blush as he pulls into his driveway.
“We do need to talk to your brother though…” I can hear the frown in his voice.
I sigh, “All he cares about is Frank.”
“Frank?” Bob raises an eyebrow.
I nod “My ex boyfriend, who was interested in him all along…”
He frowns “He used someone as sweet as you?”
I shrug “I’m easy to use…”
He leans over and kisses my cheek “I’d like to kick his ass.”
I giggle, “It’s no big deal.”
He gently places his fingertips under my chin and turns my face a bit to look him in the eyes as he says in a soft, soothing, calm, honest-filled voice “It is to me.”
I blush again, unsure if he realizes how close he is to my face, “Re-Really?”
“Of course, Mikey.” He leans in and places a soft kiss on the tip of my nose before opening his door and walking over to open mine.
I let out a breath, unaware that I’d held my breath as he opens the door and holds his hand out to help me out of the car. Blushing, still, I take his hand and walk with him inside the warm house. Even though it’s warm inside, I’m still shivering from the cold outside. Bob smiles and pulls me closer, then wraps me in his arms and immediately I feel warm. Safe. Cared for. Loved. Loved? We only just discovered we had feelings for each other… Bob kisses my forehead and lies beside me on the couch, snuggling close. His warmth is comforting and perfect. He isn’t so warm I feel like I’ll suffocate, nor is he cold enough to make me shiver. So comfortable, in fact, I didn’t notice I was falling asleep.
“Shh, don’t wake him, yet. The poor dear hasn’t had much sleep at all, not even since he’s been here.” I hear Bob shush…someone.
“Aww, Bobbie’s in love.” I hear an unfamiliar voice “Poor kid looks starved though.”
“Hush up, Toro. And yeah, he eats like a bird.” I hear the smile in Bob’s voice “But he’d gone weeks with barely any food so of course he’s skinny.”
I slowly open my eyes and see Bob talking to some guy with Frizzy hair. I sit up slowly and squint around to find my glasses.
“Good morning, honey.” Bob says softly, handing me my glasses “You actually get some rest last night?”
I nod and look at the frizzy haired guy.
“Mikey, this is my friend, Ray. Ray, Mikey.”
“Your prisoner.” Ray scoffs.
Bob rolls his eyes and looks over to me “Sorry, he’s under the very mistaken impression that he’s funny.”
I giggle “Hi, Ray…”
Ray grins “The kid laughed. See? I’m funny.”
I roll my eyes “I’ll be eighteen in September and I graduated high school two years ago so would you stop calling me ‘Kid’?”
His eyes widen “You graduated, at sixteen?”
“Fifteen. Though, I would be sixteen in September.”
He looks over to Bob “You’re sleeping with a genius.”
Bob and I both blush deep shades of red.
“I-I…w-we haven’t I-I..”
Ray laughs and cuts me off “I meant literally. You both slept on the couch, yes?”
Bob pulls me onto his lap and kisses my cheek, ignoring Ray “So… your brother called.”
My heart sinks “Y-Yeah? Wha-What’d he say?”
“He wants to see you.”
I bite my lip.
“Mikey…” he adds softly “Where are your parents?”
“D-De-Dead.” I look down.
“Oh, honey…” Bob hugs me close “Do you have anyone other than your brother?”
“O-One person.”
“Who? Can we contact them-“
“You.” I whisper “And really, Gerard doesn’t count. You’re all I have.” I look away in shame. Afraid my words will upset him.
He tilts my head up again; gently “You’re all I have too.”
I fight the urge to kiss him, but it isn’t an easy battle. I even almost think I saw him moving close as Ray muttered “What the hell am I, then?” Instead, I offer him a small but honest smile. He smiles back, and then turns to Ray.
“Alright you two are all I have.”
I kiss his cheek shyly and blush when I see his grin.
Ray stands up and stretches “I gotta get to work or I’ll be fired…apparently being late is a problem.” He shrugs and rushes out the door.
Bob chuckles and turns to me “So, breakfast?”
I know the drill. This isn’t a question. It’s a statement: I’m making us breakfast. I answer it as if it were a question.
“No thanks, too early.”
Bob frowns “Please?”
“Bob I’m not even awake yet…”
“Eating will wake you up.” He pouts.
Bob does not pout much. But when he does. It’s irresistible.
I whine, “Fine damn it.”
He grins and kisses my cheek “I’m in the mood for cereal, you?”
I shrug “Cereal works.”
He smiles and stands up, holding out his hand for me “C’mon honey.”
I sigh and follow him to the kitchen as his cell rings.
He opens it “Hello? Oh…hi Gerard. Yeah, he’s awake now. Here.” He hands me the phone and gently kisses my cheek before grabbing two bowls.
“Mikey?” My brother says in a worried voice.
“H-Hey Ger-Gerard.”
“Fuck, I was so afraid you were with some psycho who’d use your bones as toothpicks!”
“Bob… Bob isn’t like that, Gerard.”
“And how in the fuck do you know that, huh?” He retorts angrily.
“Well, considering he took me in after you took my boyfriend and kicked me out…”
“He’s using you, idiot! What dumbass would take in some skinny loser like you and want nothing in return?”
“I’ve given him something in return. Unlike you, Gerard, some people only want friendship and kindness.” I hang up and hand Bob his phone.
“Well, that went well…” He wraps his arms around me.
I shrug “Compared to most of our conversations…that was like exchanging ‘I Love Yous’…”
He frowns and kisses my nose.
“Bob?”
“Yes, honey?”
“Why do you do that?”
He looks at me confused “Do what?”
“Kiss every part of my face except my lips.”
He blushes “Wasn’t sure if you wanted it….”
“Maybe I do.”
“Maybe if you do you should do it.”
I blush and look down “Wasn’t sure if you wanted it.”
He chuckles and tilts my head up “Well, let’s clarify this then.” He leans close, almost to my lips and stops. I close the gap between our lips and wrap my arms around his neck as he gently cups my cheek with his hand. The kiss is only an extended peck on the lips, but if it never ended, I certainly wouldn’t be upset.
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