Gerards younger brother was shy.

Reserved, nerdy.

But god, did he have the biggest fucking crush on you.

You were Gerard's best friend, and often stayed at the Way's house over the summer since your homelife wasn't that great.

Mikey was usually in his room, though he always seemed to come out whenever you were there, as quiet as he was.

Four summers, you had been hanging out with the brothers.

For three summers, Mikey had a crush on you.

For two summers, he was in love with you.

For this summer, he was planning on making a move.

Sure, you were older than him.

You had tattoos, long black hair and lip peircings that made him do a double take, but he didnt really care about a 3 year age gap.

He was 19, and you were 22.

No one could really move out of their parents houses just yet, as the economy was absolutely fucked and rent prices were through the roof.

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Mikey noticed your motherly tendencies. How you did the dishes and made them food whenever you were over there, and Gerard told him that you were expected to be the caregiver and woman of the house at your own place, so it bled onto them.

Not that either of then were complaining, they basically had a hot goth making them food every other night.

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Gerard had gone out with his other friends Frank and Ray to some party, leaving Mikey and you alone.

Neither of you two really liked socializing, so you two opted to watch a movie.

Currently, Mikey was laying on the couch beside you.

And god, he fucking wished you would let him on your lap.

Let him touch your thighs-

, he wasn't supposed to be thinking about that. Though, he did have a thing for thighs.

Gerard often teased him about that one.

He decided to try something to get closer to you. He wanted to ask you out, but didn't exactly know how.

So he sat up after a few moments, chewing on his lip.

"Can I play with your hair?"