Hurricane

Mikey had wrapped his arms around my shoulders at the show. We were on the upper level, listening to the band play, but you could tell we were in a whole other world. I could barely pay attention, because my body had been on a high, a straight buzz, with Mikey's arms around me. I felt in love, then again, after had eaten, it was most likely heart burn. But, hell it was nice, and I don't give a damn.

Mikey's eyes had looked dazed, he was quiet, and occassionally kissed my cheek or my jaw. I could hear him hum, and I could smell the sweet scent of his cologne and his natural body scent. It was intoxicating, and it was the only thing I wanted to envelope me.

When the show was over, Mikey held my hand, pulling me closer to his side. We were silent as everyone around us were loud and talking about the show. Nothing could break our silence, and it was weird how we just vowed to it without a word to one anoter. 

Okay, maybe it was love. I want to believe Mikey was once in love with me, because I was in love with him. Shit, I still am, and I can't stop myself from wishing I wasn't.

Mikey had led us back to the car, he pinned me against the driver side door, but gently. He hovered over me, his eyes meeting mine, his glasses slid down his nose, resting at the tip. I couldn't help but to kiss him, it was all I wanted to do. He didn't stop me, he just brought his hads to my jaw and kissed me back. Yes, I believe Mikey was in love with me after that night.

Once we stopped to breathe, he rested his forehead against mine, his thumbs hooked the edge of my lip and ran across the bottom. He opened his mouth to speak, but didn't. I could sense something coming, from him, but nothing fell from his mouth. Instead, he kissed me again, heatedly, tracing his tongue around my own, forcing me harder against the car. I was surprised that my body took so easy to him, even if he was do forceful.

Mikey pulled away suddenly, causing me to whimper; "I think we should go. It's late."

I nodded dumbly, stepping aside to open the door. Mikey let me climb inside and closed the door once I was. He jogged to the driver side, got in and started the car. He looked over at me, just before he pulled out of the space, "Can I hold your hand?" He asked sheepishly.

I smiled bashfully, "Of course you can."

Mikey didn't smile, not frown, he just took my hand and held it near his lap. He drove, jus like that, the entire way home. He rubbed small, warming circles on the top of my hand and he kissed it once we pulled up at my home.

I was so high off Mikey and the night, I barely noticed the time. It was late; 2:00 am. I wasn't nearly as worried as I should have been. I sat in the car, with him, quietly, letting him hold my hand still, for another 15 minutes. Mikey looked over at me, then, and let my hand go gently.

"I want a kiss before you go." He said with a smirk.

I hated his cockiness, but I loved it all at the same time, "Always."

Mikey took my wrist gently, pulling me closer to him and met me in the middle, pressing his lips to mine. My stomach turned to goop, just squishy mess of love bugs and happiness. I never wanted to stop, but Mikey had the good sense that I hadn't.

"It's late, Roo." His voice was music to my ears, "I'll come and see you in the afternoon."

I nodded, smiling, "Alright." I leaned back and reached for the door handle, opening the door.

"But, hey," Mikey stopped me, placing his hand on my shoulder, "did you have a nice time?"

"Yes, I did. Best date I've ever been on." I told him truthfully.

Mikey Way blushed again. It was such a wonderful sight.

"Well, then I don't feel terrible for keeping you out so late." His crooked smirk made me fall even harder.

"Thanks again, Mikey."

He nodded, "Anytime, Rooney."

I got ou of the car, walking slowly up my porch, seeing Mikey wait until I was at the door, and it opened, before driving off. I entered my house, a saw that the lights were still on...my parents were home.

Yes. I had been screwed.

My father's voice boomed across the foyer and straight into my ears.

"Ladonna, get in here!" His voice sent chills down my spine.

He rushed into the foyer, where I was still, thrusting me from cloud nine. I saw the anger in his eyes, and the slight buzz he had going. I had ruined his night of drinking.

"Where have you been?!"

I swallowed thickly, "I was with Mikey, dad--"

"Do you know what time it is?! It's past your curfew! Do you know how worried you've made your mother?" My father swayed slightly, I just knew he was mad that I was late.

"I apologize, the traffic was hell--"

He cut me off, "Traffic was hell? I don't believe you, Ladonna."

I frowned, "It's the truth!"

"I think you were being promiscuous with that boy. Were you? Did you sleep with that boy?"

I had never felt so insulted in my life- up until that point. My father, someone I loved, and sought as one of my allies, accused me of sleeping with a boy. I had always been a good girl, even after Mikey, and it hurt me that he thought I would just sleep with anyone.

I had shaken my head, tears sprouting, "No, dad, I swear."

My dad's demeanor was still angry, but he tried to calm down, due to my tears, "You aren't allowed to see him again, you understand me?"

I wiped my eyes, "Dad, he's a really nice--"

"He promised to have you home before 1:30, and it's more than an hour after! You are never going to see that boy again!"

The way my father's voice grew and vibrated in the empty foyer, I knew he was putting his foot down. I had only messed up this one time, and now I wouldn't ever see Mikey again. I never felt so hurt, then, and angry. 

"I'm sorry." I tried to salvage myself, "I won't do it again."

My dad's anger swept away quickly, "Good. Get upstairs."

I nodded, turning away and jogging up the stairs. I truly thought that my relationship with Mikey was over. But, I was sourly wrong; because it was only the beginning of the monster of a relationship we had slowly created.


When I had told Mikey about my father's flip out, the following afternoon, on the phone, he laughed. Mikey laughed, because he thought it was a big joke. He didn't understand my father's rage, and how scared and innocent I had been.

"You don't understand." I exasperated over his laugh; I wished he would have stopped laughing.

"He can't stop me from seeing you." Mikey stated funnily, "You're my girlfriend."

Even with my father's warning and rules, I still liked the fact that I was Mikey's girlfriend. He still wanted me, and more than anything else, I wanted him. I am in love with Mikey.

"You...you still want me to be your girlfriend?" I had asked meekly.

"Yeah," He had exhaled; I think he was smoking, "of course I do. I like you, Roo. You're the hottest girl I've ever met."

Mikey was laying the charm on thick, I couldn't help but to get stuck in it. I was all giddy inside, I couldn't stop the blush from assaulting my face. 

"Where are your parents now?" Mikey asked next.

"They went golfing." I murmured; my parents had been typical, rich socialites.

"I'm coming over." He hung up before I could tell him no, or ask why.

I had put my house phone down, and cleaned up my room, and made myself presentable. The thought of my parents catching us didn't cross my mind at all. I only cared what Mikey would think of me, he had now, quickly, become the center of my universe.

Mikey had come up to my room, almost 15 minutes later, surprising me. He had his hair done messily, unusually, and his glasses were in his hand, and his jeans were tighter. I smiled when he came in, wiping the nervousness from my system; I was happy. He closed the door behind him, and in that moment, I truly thought I was going to lose my virginity.

Yeah. I was wrong. But, I had hoped. It would have been more romantic than the actual time I did lose it. 

Mikey waltz over to me, placing his glasses on my bedside table, then sat beside me. He didn't hesitate to kiss me, cupping my jaw and pulling me onto his lap. I felt so inexperience, being on top of him like this. He just kissed me, gently rolling his tongue on my bottom lip; I opened my mouth, letting him take control. 

My heart thumped crazily, making me sweaty and slightly sick. I was nervous again, but it soon melted away when Mikey placed his palm against my chest, easing me to relax. When he pulled away, he moved his hand, taking hold of my wrist now.

"I really, really like you." He had murmured quietly; almost like a prayer.

I smiled, "I really like you, too."

Mikey had seemed lost in his mind, and you could see he was fighting to say or do something. He had been fighting the demons inside, and I didn't know it then.

"I'm gonna talk to your dad." He stated, "I'm gonna make him understand that me and you can't be apart."

Mikey shouldn't have though or done that. It only made things worse for me, and slightly, for him.

"Good luck." Was all I could manage to come up with.

Mikey didn't respond, he just kissed me again.