Find a Way.
He loved watching her, just watching her sleep and breathe, with her hot pink headphones in and nothing covering her just but a thin sheet. It amazed him at how peacefully she'd sleep, knowing that in the morning, he wouldn't be hers anymore.
He loved the way her jet black hair fell over her shoulders and stuck out in crazy ways when she'd wake up. He loved how innocent she looked—when she was asleep. When she was awake. When she'd laugh. When she'd cry.
He could almost say he loved her, if he didn't have a girlfriend.
Disclaimer; I, in any way, shape or form, do not own Mikey, nor anyone else famous in this story. Also, for the record, the title wasn't supposed to be a pun. I didn't realize that until after I decided to name it Find a Way. Heehee. x)
He loved the way her jet black hair fell over her shoulders and stuck out in crazy ways when she'd wake up. He loved how innocent she looked—when she was asleep. When she was awake. When she'd laugh. When she'd cry.
He could almost say he loved her, if he didn't have a girlfriend.
Disclaimer; I, in any way, shape or form, do not own Mikey, nor anyone else famous in this story. Also, for the record, the title wasn't supposed to be a pun. I didn't realize that until after I decided to name it Find a Way. Heehee. x)