008 [Flash Photography] Mikey Way

"Yay! They ended up together." I said happily as we exited the theater. Jamie smiled and my childishness but I just shrugged.
I was in a way better mood than I had been before the movie had began. I was happy because Peter and M. J. Finally were together. But it sucked that Harry's face got mutilated. He was one sexy piece of muffin.
While I was thinking over the movie I felt a pair of eyes on me.
I looked around curiously before I spotted the popcorn guy from earlier staring at me where he stood leaning against the wall outside, a cigarette stuck between his thumb and index finger.
I smiled slightly at him before turning away and shuffling a little closer to Jamie.
"So you ready to go home?" Jamie asked, smiling at me kindly.
"Yeah." I smiled. "Let's go."
We got into the his car and began the short ride to my house.
"This was fun, Jamie. I had a good time." I smiled at him while leaning through the window frame of the car.
"Me too. I'll call you some time, okay?" He said. I shot him a disbelieving glance and his smile faltered. "I promise." He added seriously.
I nodded my head, though I still wasn't reassured before making my way up to the from door. I stood there for a second and took notice that he hadn't waited to see if I got in safe. I mean, of course I would but still, Mikey had waited.
Mikey...
"I need to call him." I said aloud, suddenly remembering my conversation with him. I suddenly felt guilty about blowing him off earlier and decided to call him as soon as I had changed.
"Hey Inky. It was pretty good, but Harry died, which sucks since he was a babe. But I don't guess you really care about that, do you?" I said the last part more to myself than my furry companion.
"Ahh, better." I sighed in relief as my clothes cropped to the floor. I turned the heat up in my house a couple degrees before making my way to the kitchen, not bothering to get re-dressed.
"Hello?" I slightly groggy-sounding voice answered on the other end.
"Hey, Mikey? It's Calli." I couldn't help but smile into the phone.
"Oh hey. What's up?" He replied.
"Did I wake you up?" I asked, my eye flicking to the microwave's digital clock. "At eleven o'clock?"
"No, of course not." He said sarcastically.
"What a loser, going to sleep so early." I joked.
"Oh whatever, you night owl. I got woken up at six-thirty A.M. today by Frank and Ray jumping on my bed shouting 'Wakey wakey eggs and bakey,' so excuse me if I went to bed early." He defended playfully.
"Where in god's name did they come up with that rhyme?" I asked dryly, another smile tugging at my lips.
"Hell if I know." He replied.
"Okay, well I'm going to let you get some sleep. Are you working tomorrow?" As asked, looking at my calendar to see I was off tomorrow.
"Hang on, let me check.." He mumbled. I heard some fumbling, what sounded like the phone dropping, and then some choice-cuss words. "Calli, are you still there?" He heard Mikey's worried voice ask.
"Yeah, just a little deaf in my right ear." I joked.
"Sorry." He said sheepishly. "Yeah, I'm off tomorrow. Why?" He asked.
"Oh, well I have nothing to do so I'm dragging you and Frank to the mall with my." I replied nonchalant.
"Is that so?" He asked amused. "You and what army?"
I looked around my kitchen for an idea of what I might use in my plan to kidnap them until my eyes landed on a furry orange-tinted kitten. "Me and my army of tabby-cat kittens." I replied smartly.
"Okay, okay, we'll come! Just don't sick the kittens on us!" He said in mock-terror.
"Alright. Fear the kittens. Have sweet dreams." I smiled to the empty room.
"Yeah, same to you. Sweet dreams." He replied. I waited for him to hang up, but when he didn't I laughed lightly and pressed end.
I sighed contentedly before going to bed and falling asleep for the night.

Mikey's Point Of View
"You must really like her to be waking your lazy ass up for a five minute phone-call." Gerard commented as he walked passed my door to get to his own room.
I shook my head at him, too happy to care enough to come up with come-back.
I looked around my messy room. How old am I now, 22? And my room looks like a teenage boy's. Well, I've only been a non-teenager for three years, so I guess it's okay.
"Hey Gerard?" I yelled.
"What, Mikey?" he yelled back.
"When are we going on tour?" I called.
"Two months. Now go to sleep." He replied from his room.
I sighed. Two months to tell Calli I like her.
Two months to find out if Calli likes me.
Two months...

Calli's Point Of View
You know how some people have those electronic clocks that wake them up when they need to be woken up?
Well, I have a furry one that has a pulse, by the name of Incubus.
"Alright, stop your meowing already." I grumbled, rolling over in my bed to come face-to-face with the adorable fluff-ball I call my own.
"Thanks, Inky." I said after yawning, forcing myself out of bed.
I always wake up at the same time every day. Inky decided about two months ago that it was his job to wake me up. The only problem is, I can't set him to a different time each day.
At least it saves electricity.
I made my way to the shower and cleaned myself quickly.
After stepping out I stood in front of the closet naked with my normal blank expression I use every time I'm trying to decided on what to wear.
"I don't even care today." I decided, grabbing a black tank-top, a light hoody with blank and white stripes, and some grey drainpipes.
I applied the make-up of the day before blow-drying and straitening my layered black short and then added some hair-spray so that it would be choppy.
"Meh." I said into the mirror before going to get some of the food I had bought the previous day.
"Oatmeal!" I said happily, pouring the instant oats into a bowl before adding water and heating it up.
Inky meowed and I picked him up, shushing him in the process.
I walked over to his dish to see we was all out of food, then over to his litter-box to see it needed to be cleaned.
I sighed before setting does and beginning the tasks of having a cat.
Gross.

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