Inspired by “Real Man” — beabadoobee

You were furious. Storming down the hallway. Slamming your locker shut. Muttering under your breath about someone who clearly didn’t deserve you. Mikey followed silently until you sat on the courtyard bench, face buried in your hands. He sat beside you, voice low. “Who hurt you now?” You scoffed. “Just someone who pretended to care.”

Mikey’s jaw flexed — barely noticeable, except to someone who knew him well. You sighed. “I always choose wrong. I want something real and I keep… messing up.” Mikey turned to you, eyes steady. “You don’t need someone who plays around,” he said. “You need someone who shows up. Every time.” Your breath stilled.

He hesitated — then rested his hand next to yours, almost touching. “I can do that,” he murmured. “If you want someone who actually means what he says… I’m right here.” Simple. Honest. A promise, not a plea. And for once, you didn’t feel foolish for wanting more.