With Mikey, it was easy to get to know him, just as it was easy to know that you liked him. But when you began to like-like him, it was another story. You didn't want to hold Mikey back, so you pretended it never happened. There was never an exact time that you fell for him. The feeling locked itself away easily...until Mikey saved you yet again, and you had no choice but to realize how you felt.
"Mikey! Wait up!" I could see Mikey getting further across the rooftops, nearly out of my sights. He did tricks on his skateboard, clearly having more fun than I was. I ran after him, having to scurry over the odd objects some people left scattered about. I got hooked up on an attend once or twice, and had to duck out of view as an angry old man came up to fix what I did. I didn't hear what he said, but by the look on his face, I didn't want to hear it.
"Mikey!" I glanced up as I landed on my feet, barely clearing the last roof. My legs were tired, I was panting, and I needed to stop. But when I looked up, my friend was nowhere in sight. I panicked, glancing around. Maybe if I hurried, he would be resting just up ahead. Surely he wouldn't have left me too far behind. Mikey wasn't like that... but then again, he was forgetful sometimes.
Either way, being on the streets at night, by myself, unable to hear much, was a very bad idea.
"Mikey!" I quickly ran and jumped, the other rooftop not very far away. I was sure I could make it. However, my legs were far too tired, and the jump was far too big. Before I could comprehend what was happening, I could feel nothing underneath my feet. I saw the edge of the roof shoot above me, and only then I realized that I was falling. A scream was forced from my lungs. One that I couldn't hear, but I was sure it was loud. It used all of my air. It seemed as if the ground came closer. I forced my eyes closed. This is how it would end. This is how I would die. Nanny would have to identify a splat of bones and skin and dry blood.
Suddenly, the air whizzing around me stopped. Was I already dead? I screamed again. Could dead people scream? I could feel my wrist straining, pain seizing my arm. Could dead people feel pain? I hoped not. In that case I was alive, but what if I wasn't? I forced my eyes open, my head facing downward so that the first thing my eyes saw was the solid concrete alley below. I screamed.
When I looked up, a hand had been waving around. I finally realized the three fingered hand belonged to Mikey. I felt relief. He was leaned over the edge of the building, his occupied hand holding onto my arm. Mikey had caught me.
He saved me.
His mouth slowly moved, and though I tried to read his lips, fear made it a hard task to do. So instead I watched his eyes, the calmness that the oceans of baby blue held. We stared for a good minute, then my eyes darted back to his mouth.
"It's okay," he spoke. "I've got you, you're safe..." Mikey quickly pulled me back up, hugging me tight before hesitating to let me go. He smiled regardless. "See? Safe." I gave a shy smile, nodding in agreement. My heart raced as his eyes watched over me. I felt small under his gaze, my face heating up in a massive blush. I couldn't help but admire him.
His muscles were still tensed from adrenaline, and his smile glimmered in the bright moonlight. I could feel the tough padding of his hand on mine, leading me away from the ledge. I couldn't stop staring. Mikey made a silly face which caused me so smile, but the smile had only expanded so far. Inside, my heart exploded in panic.
Oh Lord...
I liked Mikey.
I really, really liked Mikey, and there was no avoiding it.
