"You lose."
"That's cheating, Mikey, you have your motherfucking contacts in!" I yelled, pulling a hair tie off my wrist and flinging it at the mousy-haired boy. He smirked.
"Who even said we were having a goddam staring contest? You're a cheater. And your contacts make you look like shit, anyway."
I heard snickers from Gerard coming from the kitchen. The others sat on the couch and continued to watch a movie, pretending not to notice our persistent bickering.
Mikey looked slightly offended by my insulting of his new lenses. I almost apologized, but I held it back. I didn't know what had gotten into me, but my temper was on a burning fuse.
"Chill, Ame," he said with a slightly insincere smile. He proceeded to walk into the half bathroom of the tour bus and poke his index finder into both eyes. How appealing. Really. He came back into the room with his old glasses on. They magnified the highlights of honey and emerald in his eyes, his gorgeous hazel eyes.
No.
No, definitely not. Mikey Way's eyes were nothing special. They were 20/300 vision impaired orbs of death. Yeah. That was better.
"Better?" He asked sarcastically, giving me his trademark crooked grin.
I grumbled something incomprehensible, but my mind said yes. Okay, so maybe I did know what had gotten into me.
"Come on, then, a fair staring contest." He offered, and I rolled my eyes.
The guys continued to be immersed in the television, but my wonderful friend Nikki got up and began walking over. "Christ, Amy. You stare at the fucking kid enough anyway."
Gerard came out of the kitchen with a Coke, and almost spit it out at the comment. Nikki promptly stole the soft drink from him and went back to not acknowledging me. I was left speechless, redfaced, and alone with Mikey once again.
He lifted himself up to sit on the mini fridge and began to look me in the eye unblinkingly. I stared back at him, although it was more like a glare.
It was intense, trust me. I pulled a little act and got about two inches away from him, trying to psych him out with my eyes. He smirked at my pitiful tactics, and I felt my stomach clench at his smile. Jeez. How pathetic.
It was then that he leaned a little closer, pushing his pale lips against mine. I closed my eyes in surprise, but didn't pull away. He addressed the need for air first, pulling back in satisfaction.
Smiling at my dumbfounded expression, he leaned forward and kissed me again, only pulling away long enough to whisper "You blinked."
I kiss your lips again.
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