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"Missing You - Part 2"
Title: Missing You Part 2
Author: Miranda (boo_coo_blue)
Genre/Pairing: Mike/OC, unrequited Mike/Micky
Rating: PG - PG-13
Warnings: Mild violence/language, mild slash, general idiocy…
Disclaimer: I don’t own the fellas, but I can lay claim to Kendra Thomas.
Summary: Mike’s in lurve, but someone in the pad doesn’t like that….
The next week flew past. Rehearsals began taking place earlier and earlier so that they were over by the time Kendra called. Mike would always take these calls upstairs in his and Micky’s room, so that he wouldn’t disturb the others.
The other reason for this was because he told Kendra things that he had never told his roommates. She didn’t judge, and was a kind listener. True, if given the chance, she would talk his ear off, but she always knew when to listen.
She also told him things, things she said no one else knew. She never told him where she lived or worked, but she seemed to tell him everything else. They would talk for hours, discussing everything they could possibly think of.
Kendra was smart, she said she read a lot. She knew what was going on in the news, and knew just a little bit about everything. And she was considerate, one evening mentioning an article in a science magazine about space travel that she thought Micky might be interested in. Mike had hunted down the magazine and shown it to Micky, who thought it was fantastic. Mike did make careful sure not to tell him that the article had come from Kendra.
Mike knew his friends had mixed emotions about his new….whatever Kendra was. Micky was blatantly opposed to it, making uncharacteristically scathing remarks about the relationship when Mike wasn’t around, and was always very sarcastic about it. Davy had pulled Mike to the side and told him to make sure to be careful; you could never tell about some people. Mike had been surprised about that, but then again, if you were going to get relationship advise, it might as well be from Davy. Peter was the only one openly happy about it, telling Mike that he deserved to be happy.
One evening, Mike and Micky had gone out to the music store for a few things, and the phone rang. Peter picked it up.
“Oh, don’t tell me. You must be Peter or Micky, right?”
“Right. And you must be Kendra.”
“You’re smarter than Michael gives you credit for,” she said, but she said it kindly, and Peter laughed.
“I don’t hear that often, thank you. And I guess you know I’m Peter now, huh?”
“You sound happy. I’ve gathered that Micky doesn’t sound happy.”
“Yeah, not lately. I miss the old Micky. If you call back in summer he’ll be better.”
“I’ll bear that in mind.”
“He dragged Michael off to the music store about an hour ago, so he should be home soon. Well, knowing Micky, he’s probably stalling Michael so he’ll miss your call.”
“Lucky, then, that you were there to answer the phone, and so quickly, too. Michael’s lucky to have you as a friend.”
“I think he’s lucky to have you, too. He lights up when you call.”
Kendra paused, and Peter thought he could hear the blush in her voice. “Really, he lights up?”
“He’s happier than I’ve seen him in a long time.”
“You are a lot smarter than Michael gives you credit for, I must say.”
Peter smiled. “I do my best.” Just then, he heard the car pull up.
“Hey, the car’s here. I’m gonna go on ahead and say bye because I know the first thing Micheal is going to do is rush upstairs to get the phone.”
Kendra laughed. “Thank you. I guess this is good-bye then.”
“Yeah, maybe we’ll talk again.”
Just then, Mike burst through the door and Peter pointed up the stairs with the hand still holding the phone. He whooped and rushed up to the room. Peter waited until he distantly heard Mike’s voice coming through the earpiece and then he hung up the phone.
Micky rolled his eyes at Peter. “Why’d you have to answer the phone, huh?”
“Come on, man. Michael’s happy, he’s honestly happy. Why can’t you be happy for him?”
“That’s not Mike. That’s some crazy guy who looks like Mike but acts like Davy.”
“He’s in love. What can you expect?”
“I’m sorry, but Mick kept wanting to look at cymbals and amps, and I couldn’t make him leave….”
“It’s alright, I had a nice talk with Peter. He, uh, he said you light up when I call.”
Mike felt himself turn red. “Well, I guess I do….a little.”
“Have I ever told you that this is the best part of my day? Calling you. It makes my day. I go to sleep every night with your voice still running in my head, and I sleep better for it. I know it’s only been a week, but I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
The next few weeks became a blur. Mike felt like he was walking on clouds; happier than he could ever remember being in years. For a while he was even able to ignore Micky’s bad mood.
Micky had begun to get worse. It seemed like he was always angry about one thing or another; if it wasn’t Mike it was the weather, if it wasn’t the weather it was Peter, if it wasn’t Peter it was something else. His bad mood seeped through the pad like a dismal fog, affecting everyone except Mike, who was totally and completely oblivious, lost in his own little world.
One Friday afternoon, Mike and Peter were sitting in the kitchen eating lunch. Davy had gone out again, agreeing to meet a girl at the café where she worked. Peter suddenly checked his watch; it was twelve-thirty, and Micky hadn’t been seen all morning.
“Huh? What’s up?” He had been daydreaming off.
“Have you seen Micky today?”
“Yeah, he was still asleep when I came down here for breakfast.”
“But you haven’t seen him since?”
“It’s past noon, he’s usually up by now. Normally you notice this kind of….”
Mike dropped his fork. “Look, man, I’m sorry. I’ve just been a little….off. I’ll go and see if he’s alright.”
Mike took off up the staircase, wondering why he hadn’t noticed Micky not being up. Peter was right, he usually knew when one of his friends was acting weird. He knew he was a little caught up with Kendra, but he hadn’t thought he was that bad…
He knocked on the bedroom door, and then pushed it open. “Mick?”
Micky was still in bed, covers pulled up over his head, and Mike could just hear him snoring. He walked over and sat on the side of the bed. “Mick? Mick? Mick!”
The snoring abruptly shut off and Micky jolted a little under the covers. “Whaddo you want?”
“I wanna know why you’re still in bed.”
“Man, it’s the middle of the night! Leave me alone.”
“Middle of the….” Mike shook his head and pulled the covers down. Micky groaned and shook his head miserably at the sudden onslaught of light.
“It’s almost one o’clock. You’ve slept the whole day…..”
Micky interrupted him. “And you’re only just now coming around to check on me?”
Mike spluttered. “I….well….no, I….”
Micky pulled the covers back over his head. “Go away, Mike. I don’t feel good, and you only make it worse. Just….go away.”
Mike sighed heavily. “Alright. I’m going to the store….Do you need anything?”
“Nothing you can get on isle seven.”
“Er….okay. Do you think you’ll be alright for rehearsal this afternoon?”
Micky was silent for a while. “I dunno. Just go.”
Peter turned when he heard Mike come down the steps. “Hey, how’s he doing?”
“He wouldn’t talk to me. He said he wanted me to leave, so I did. I have to go to the store before rehearsal, if you want to try and get him to tell you something.”
“I should have noticed….”
Peter nodded. “So should I.”
Micky felt someone sit on his bed again. He groaned angrily and began to sit up. “Mike, what part of ‘go away’ do you not…..” He stopped when he saw Peter instead of Mike.
“Oh. Sorry, man.”
Micky looked around. “Did Mike go?”
“Yeah, he left about ten minutes ago.”
Micky sighed and flopped back on the pillows. “He actually left….”
“You told him to.”
“Yeah, but…..Look, a month ago, Mike would have been up here mothering me at nine-thirty and wouldn’t have left the room until I agreed to eat soup until I felt better.”
Peter nodded. “You know what it’s like, though, those first few weeks of being with someone….”
Micky sighed again. “Yeah, I know. I just wish he….”
He paused, obviously embarrassed at what he was about to say. “You wish he what?” Peter prodded.
“I wish he still paid as much attention to me as he used to.”
Peter frowned. “You…You like him don’t you?”
Micky was paying too much attention to a loose string on his comforter. “I might…..”
“What? It’s not like I woke up and decided ‘oh, I’m going to develop a crush on my best friend today’.”
“You what?” Micky and Peter jumped and turned towards the door; Davy was standing there.
Micky threw his hands up. “Great! Thanks, Pete!”
“What’d I do?”
“Who were you talking about?”
“Michael,” Peter said before Micky could wave him to shut up.
“Huh…” Davy sat at the foot of the bed. “I would have never pegged you to be one of those types, Mick….”
Micky spluttered. “I’m not! Not that type, I mean. Mike’s the only one I’ve ever…..you know. And I only realized a few days before that woman…..”
“Kendra,” Peter interrupted sharply.
“Yeah, that one, started calling. That’s not right, is it; a woman calling a guy like that. She must be some kind of loose…..” Peter shot Micky a Look before he could finish the sentence.
“I could say it’s not right about you, too, Micky….”
“Hey, you don’t get to judge me!”
“Oh, really, was that the pot calling the kettle black?”
One moment, Micky was laying back on the bed, totally at peace, and the next he had launched himself at Peter, knocking them both off into the floor.
“Guys!” Davy tried to stop them but it was useless. They were kicking and punching, a blur of motion on the bedroom floor.
“Knock it off, you two!” Davy kept up trying to separate his friends, but they were too into it now. None of them were able to tell later who it was that accidentally tripped Davy, but he felt himself falling and then he felt a sharp pain in his head. He just barely heard one of his friends call out his name before he fell into darkness.