Simple - BikeyThe first thing Billie Joe registered when he woke up was the sunlight in his eyes. The second was the warm, comfortable weight of another body against his own. His sparkling green eyes trailed down to look at the person; one of his best friends, Mikey Way.Simple - Bikey4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He chuckled to himself, figuring out how Mikey had ended up in Billie's sleeping bag. There had been a large thunderstorm last night, and Mikey, fifteen and scared shitless by storms, had crawled to the closest form of comfort; Billie.
He went to stand up, but Mikey's body stopped him. He fidgeted again, trying to wiggle free when his phone went off, blaring Perfect Weapon. The noise made both him and Mikey jump, effectively waking the younger up. Rubbing his eyes Mikey asked, "What time is it?"
Billie sighed and grabbed his phone, trying to ignore how his body reacted to leaning over Mikey to reach it. Flipping the screaming thing open, he quickly read his text from his mom. Exhaling quietly, he stood up, reaching down to pull Mike
Vengeance Academy Mikey+ZackyToday I started with three hours of history, so I take seat at the end of the class and, as always, started drawing in my notebook just ignoring the teacher. All my thoughts started to swim around my head so I let my hand slip around the paper, drawing some of my thoughts.Vengeance Academy Mikey+Zacky4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
At the middle of the class my draw was completely. There was a pair of skulls, some lyrics (most of them from 'The Misfits'), a bottle full of blood (yay, food!), a fabulous guitar black with some little golden stripes and two boys hand in hand. One of them was me, with my 'Pantera' shirt, grey jeans and my dark green Converse.
And the other boy fuck. His name is Michael, Michael Way, but everybody calls him Mikey. Mikey is taller than me, skinny, with hazel eyes and brownish hair. At my draw he's wearing a 'Dawn of The Dead' shirt, black skinny jeans and black Converse. He's the boy I have a crush since I'm at that vampire academy, since six month ago.
And yeah, we were hand in hand, just like I wish.
Revkey - HoodieHe was just so far away.Revkey - Hoodie4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was so close to Mikey, but he still seemed to be impossible to touch. Just one simple touch and Mikey could smile for a thousand hours. Mikey just wanted to be closer to him. More than just the brother of his friend, more than just a friend. He wanted to be much closer to the three years older guy who had to take an arrow and threw it directly to Mikey's heart.
Fine, just fine. Why did he have to do it? It wasn't that Mikey hated being in love. He loved it, actually. He loved when the thousand butterflies inside him appeared and tickled his stomach with its wings just to make him hold his flat tummy with a blush, that feeling of his cheeks burning softly, increasing depending on who he was seeing or what he heard. He loved to feel how a smile curved his lips with no warning whenever he heard that guy's name, as much as he loved having dreams of him.
But how to tell James, who him and his brother preferred to call "Jimmy", that he was in love with h
I'm With You .:1:.The young teenage boy gave his hair one last fluff up in the back, making sure it was nice and spikey, his long black bangs hanging stylishly down the sides of his face. He glared unenthusiastically as he made his way onto the bus. He was going to summer camp. Joy.I'm With You .:1:.5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The girls on the bus giggled as he walked by, trying to be flirty to catch his attention. They couldn't help it, he was lean and tall with strong looking arms and legs. His stride was naturally sexy, and his body fit well in the jeans and black shirt he wore. However, the most gorgeous thing about this boy was his crystal blue, unreadable eyes. The girls swooned for him, not knowing that he was uninterested in the opposite sex.
He made his way to the back of the bus where there was an empty seat and plopped his bag down between his feet, leaning his head back as he popped on his head phones and began flipping through his songs on his CD.
He found a good song and rested back against the seat. Then, the seat jounced