No one ever expected the shy, quietest member of MCR to become best friends with you. You were everything he wasn't, to put it simply. Snarky, bitter, self destructive and absolutely batshit crazy; that's what you were. But you brought out a different side of him. On stage, he began dancing more. Laughing more.

He wasn't as quiet around you, nor did his anxieties eat him inside. He begun stealing glances at you on stage as you sang beside Gerard, going as far as to play his bass facing you or performing back to back with you.

The fans loved it, the visible tension between you two. He was falling fast and hard. Pete Wentz knew about it, as the two often had long discussions on how to get your attention.

You were elusive, so that was hard. After a few weeks, the boys came to the conclusion that he should pull a bold stunt to get your attention, by means of words or actions.

So that's what Mikey did.

On stage that night, during Desolation row, he sauntered over to you. His previous moves weren't nearly as outlandish, nor did they garner such a large reaction from the crowd as this one did. 𝓝𝓸𝔀, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓡𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸, 𝓶𝓸𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮, 𝓘 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮 As those words were sung from beside you and you screamed alongside Gerard, Mikey sauntered over to you and bent backwards, sliding down to his knees as he played avidly on the bass. His makeup was smeared and his hair was messy, eyes looking directly at you as he leaned back until his back hit the floor. Then he moved back up, still on his knees making direct eye contact with you as you sung, now facing him.

Yeah, he was silent after that in the tourbus. Go figure. Mikey sat on the small kitchen counter, eyes glued to his tea mug. He refused to look at you, or even speak to you for that matter.

"We're going to pick up food. You guys don't let the van get robbed or anything like that while we're gone." Frank called as he and the others left the bus, leaving you and Mikey alone in silence.