In The Morning And Amazing

*Mikey POV*

I remember our first kiss. There wasn’t any soft music or fireworks but there was you and that was all the mattered. It was a clumsy kiss. The alcohol pursued our blood streams making this so simple. So clean. Our lips crashed together as you pulled me closer. You tasted like vodka, cigarettes and candy. You were sweet, so sweet I nearly drowned. There was nothing else but your lips and your tongue. Having your lips on mine was perfect enough in itself. Your tongue was just a bonus. I’m quite positive that it was disgusting for you. I had been throwing my guts; the sour taste of vomit would have blocked any other taste I might have had. But you kept on kissing me. All other feelings I had were gone. I wasn’t a kid suffering nightmares, I didn’t have a brother with problems, I didn’t have a friend who gave me sideways looks and I wasn’t a dirty faggot hiding a secret anymore. I was Mikey. You were Frank. And you were kissing me like I was beautiful. And for once I felt beautiful. In your mouth you made me happy.