It's Never Gonna Be Too Late.
He Can Always Make Me Smile.
Alex's POV.
Standing before Mikey's door, I wiped the stray tears rolling down my cheeks.
I took a deep breath and brought my hand up to his door.
Weakly knocking, he opened the door in a rush.
"Alex. What are you doing here?"
"We're done. He broke up with me. He made me leave and wants nothing to do with me."
The tears started to come again as I ran into his arms.
I tightly squeezed as he returned with a sympathetic hug.
He rubbed my back and cooed, "It'll be alright. Just calm yourself."
Leading me to the bed, I sat and he closed the door behind us.
Sitting next to me, he spoke, "What exactly happened?"
"He said we needed to talk and when we did, he said Ashe told him what we did on the bus. I confessed I didn't have feelings for him anymore and then it all shattered. We were done."
I had to hug him again.
"You're welcome to stay here. It's not a problem," he stated.
"I think you're my only option." I sighed.
"Oh boy .." His voice trailed off.
"What?" I asked.
"If Bob's upset with you, how upset with me do you think he'll be? This is a disaster waiting to happen."
"Oh, right. Maybe I should just leave," I offered.
"No, please don't," he quickly responded.
I smiled.
"Thanks, Mikey."
I layed back on the bed, trying to recover from the horrific night.
"Do you wanna do something?" he asked.
"Um, sure, that sounds good."
He stood and put forth a hand to help me up.
Smiling again, we walked out of the hotel room.
I had my hands in my sweatshirt pocket, his in his jean pockets.
He lead us outside for a walk.
"Do you have any idea where we're going?" I asked him.
"Nope," he smirked.
"Good."
Standing before Mikey's door, I wiped the stray tears rolling down my cheeks.
I took a deep breath and brought my hand up to his door.
Weakly knocking, he opened the door in a rush.
"Alex. What are you doing here?"
"We're done. He broke up with me. He made me leave and wants nothing to do with me."
The tears started to come again as I ran into his arms.
I tightly squeezed as he returned with a sympathetic hug.
He rubbed my back and cooed, "It'll be alright. Just calm yourself."
Leading me to the bed, I sat and he closed the door behind us.
Sitting next to me, he spoke, "What exactly happened?"
"He said we needed to talk and when we did, he said Ashe told him what we did on the bus. I confessed I didn't have feelings for him anymore and then it all shattered. We were done."
I had to hug him again.
"You're welcome to stay here. It's not a problem," he stated.
"I think you're my only option." I sighed.
"Oh boy .." His voice trailed off.
"What?" I asked.
"If Bob's upset with you, how upset with me do you think he'll be? This is a disaster waiting to happen."
"Oh, right. Maybe I should just leave," I offered.
"No, please don't," he quickly responded.
I smiled.
"Thanks, Mikey."
I layed back on the bed, trying to recover from the horrific night.
"Do you wanna do something?" he asked.
"Um, sure, that sounds good."
He stood and put forth a hand to help me up.
Smiling again, we walked out of the hotel room.
I had my hands in my sweatshirt pocket, his in his jean pockets.
He lead us outside for a walk.
"Do you have any idea where we're going?" I asked him.
"Nope," he smirked.
"Good."