Mikey was your boyfriend. He absolutely adored you. He absolutely loved you. He was also in a band with his older brother and his two friends and you were the drummer as well. He loved to steal your clothes and wear them. That’s all he liked. Your clothes. They were comfy. And warm. They were so comfy.

Mikey came out into the living room in your Nirvana shirt. It was baggy and kind of big on him, but he didn’t mind it. His hair was like an emos. He had forgotten to put his glasses on, sadly. He had his grey beanie on as well. He saw you on the couch but his vision was a bit blurry. “Hey, babe! Sorry for stealing your shirt.” Mikey giggled. He wasn’t a huge smiler unless it was around you or family.