Skittles, Friends and a Little Thing Called Love
Enter Bob
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, moron? Protecting your little girlfriend, eh?” Brent sneered, and landed a kick in Mikey’s gut.
Mikey flinched, not moving from in front of me.
“Leave her alone,” he gasped, winded from the blow, “What did we ever do to you?”
“What did you do? You were born,” Brent hissed, and he and his gang turned on their heels and walked away after each took another aim at Mikey’s body.
When they had all disappeared, we laid there a few moments before I let out a small sob.
He turned to me, and put his arms round me comfortingly.
“Sshh.. it’s ok, they’re gone now. We’re ok.”
“I’m so sorry Mikey... You shouldn’t have tried to help me...”
“Well, what are best friends for, eh?”
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“You know I’d never let anything happen to you,” he said, pulling us up so we sat against the lockers.
“What happened?” he asked quietly, touching my bandaged wrist.
I looked at his hand that was gently stroking my wrist, and found I couldn’t bring myself to bring back the angry feelings I had for him earlier.
Kind, sweet Mikey, who I knew would never hurt me intentionally.
Not without a very good reason.
“Why did you lie to me Mikey?” I said, sadness lacing my voice.
He looked at me, realising I knew the truth.
“I’m so sorry, Sian. I never thought you’d get so upset... Wait,” he looked down at my wrist with wide eyes.
“Is that why... did you cut yourself because of me? Because of what I said?” he started shaking, his eyes brimming with tears as he stared at my wrist.
“No, no Mikey,” I said quietly as I wrapped my arms around him, drawing him into a tight hug.
“It was an accident, I swear to you.”
He relaxed in my arms, hugging me back. “I’m glad you’re ok. And I’m sorry for lying, I just wanted to protect you from my brother; you don’t know him like I do...”
“Mikey, don’t worry about me. I like Gerard, and would appreciate it if you could just let me make my own mistakes from now on, ok? And if your brother is anything like you, then I know it’s not a mistake,” I said, and looked him in the eye, adding, “Promise me you won’t interfere?”
He looked back, and sighed, “I guess so. But if he hurts you... just please be careful, ok?”
I smiled, “Come on, let’s go to the nurse,” I said, looking at the various cuts and bruises the jocks had made on his ribs.
I pulled him up, and we supported each other as we limped down the corridor.
Mikey and I sat in the nurse’s office, him gripping my hand as the nurse put stinging salt solution in his cuts.
A guy with short, strawberry blond hair sat across from us, his arm in a sling. He was looking at Mikey’s ribs, cringing as Mikey winced in pain.
“Ouch,” he said, “What happened to you guys?”
“Fell down some stairs,” Mikey said through gritted teeth, not wanting to admit he’d been beaten up.
“Sure,” the guy said, obviously not believing Mikey as he smiled slightly, “I’m Bob, by the way.”
I smiled back, putting my hair behind my ear with my free hand.
“I’m Sian, and this is Mikey. What happened to you?” I asked, pointing at Bob’s arm.
“Ah, I was drumming a little too vigorously, and I fell off the stool. The drums kinda fell on me,” he replied sheepishly.
Mikey looked up. “You drum? Cool! I play bass guitar. What kind of music are you into?” he asked eagerly. With his piercings and clothes, Bob looked like the kind of guy who might have a similar taste in music to us.
“Rock, punk, metal, some Indie. I like Black Flag, Iron Maiden, Misfits...stuff like that.” He said, nodding his head towards my Misfits bag, grinning.
Mikey and I looked at each other, then back to Bob.
“Do you wanna hang out with us some time? I haven’t seen you around before...”
“Yeah,” said Bob, happily, “I’m new, that’d be great! My parents are actually out of town for a few days, so you and your friends can totally come over my place, if you want to?”
“Sounds great!” Mikey and I said in unison.
The other nurse popped her head round the door, adressing Mikey and I, “Michael and Sian, a Mr. Gerard Way is here to see you.”
‘What could he want?’ I thought, my heartbeat speeding up as a grin spread across my face at the thought of Gerard...
Mikey flinched, not moving from in front of me.
“Leave her alone,” he gasped, winded from the blow, “What did we ever do to you?”
“What did you do? You were born,” Brent hissed, and he and his gang turned on their heels and walked away after each took another aim at Mikey’s body.
When they had all disappeared, we laid there a few moments before I let out a small sob.
He turned to me, and put his arms round me comfortingly.
“Sshh.. it’s ok, they’re gone now. We’re ok.”
“I’m so sorry Mikey... You shouldn’t have tried to help me...”
“Well, what are best friends for, eh?”
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“You know I’d never let anything happen to you,” he said, pulling us up so we sat against the lockers.
“What happened?” he asked quietly, touching my bandaged wrist.
I looked at his hand that was gently stroking my wrist, and found I couldn’t bring myself to bring back the angry feelings I had for him earlier.
Kind, sweet Mikey, who I knew would never hurt me intentionally.
Not without a very good reason.
“Why did you lie to me Mikey?” I said, sadness lacing my voice.
He looked at me, realising I knew the truth.
“I’m so sorry, Sian. I never thought you’d get so upset... Wait,” he looked down at my wrist with wide eyes.
“Is that why... did you cut yourself because of me? Because of what I said?” he started shaking, his eyes brimming with tears as he stared at my wrist.
“No, no Mikey,” I said quietly as I wrapped my arms around him, drawing him into a tight hug.
“It was an accident, I swear to you.”
He relaxed in my arms, hugging me back. “I’m glad you’re ok. And I’m sorry for lying, I just wanted to protect you from my brother; you don’t know him like I do...”
“Mikey, don’t worry about me. I like Gerard, and would appreciate it if you could just let me make my own mistakes from now on, ok? And if your brother is anything like you, then I know it’s not a mistake,” I said, and looked him in the eye, adding, “Promise me you won’t interfere?”
He looked back, and sighed, “I guess so. But if he hurts you... just please be careful, ok?”
I smiled, “Come on, let’s go to the nurse,” I said, looking at the various cuts and bruises the jocks had made on his ribs.
I pulled him up, and we supported each other as we limped down the corridor.
Mikey and I sat in the nurse’s office, him gripping my hand as the nurse put stinging salt solution in his cuts.
A guy with short, strawberry blond hair sat across from us, his arm in a sling. He was looking at Mikey’s ribs, cringing as Mikey winced in pain.
“Ouch,” he said, “What happened to you guys?”
“Fell down some stairs,” Mikey said through gritted teeth, not wanting to admit he’d been beaten up.
“Sure,” the guy said, obviously not believing Mikey as he smiled slightly, “I’m Bob, by the way.”
I smiled back, putting my hair behind my ear with my free hand.
“I’m Sian, and this is Mikey. What happened to you?” I asked, pointing at Bob’s arm.
“Ah, I was drumming a little too vigorously, and I fell off the stool. The drums kinda fell on me,” he replied sheepishly.
Mikey looked up. “You drum? Cool! I play bass guitar. What kind of music are you into?” he asked eagerly. With his piercings and clothes, Bob looked like the kind of guy who might have a similar taste in music to us.
“Rock, punk, metal, some Indie. I like Black Flag, Iron Maiden, Misfits...stuff like that.” He said, nodding his head towards my Misfits bag, grinning.
Mikey and I looked at each other, then back to Bob.
“Do you wanna hang out with us some time? I haven’t seen you around before...”
“Yeah,” said Bob, happily, “I’m new, that’d be great! My parents are actually out of town for a few days, so you and your friends can totally come over my place, if you want to?”
“Sounds great!” Mikey and I said in unison.
The other nurse popped her head round the door, adressing Mikey and I, “Michael and Sian, a Mr. Gerard Way is here to see you.”
‘What could he want?’ I thought, my heartbeat speeding up as a grin spread across my face at the thought of Gerard...
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Tra la laaa.. Yay Bob! Who loves Bob? :DComments? =]]]