Inspired by “I’m So Crazy For You </3” — Rebzyyx

It was nearly midnight when Mikey knocked on your window. Not loud. Just enough. You opened it, confused — hair messy, eyes tired. He didn’t say anything. He just climbed inside, dropped onto your floor, and sat with his knees pulled to his chest..You asked what he was doing there. He shrugged once, staring at your carpet. “…I couldn’t sleep.” You asked if something happened.

His fingers dug slightly into the fabric of his pants. He wasn’t good at saying these things. He wasn’t good at needing people. “…It’s worse when I’m not near you,” he said finally. Your chest tightened. He kept his eyes down, cheeks faintly pink, voice low and raw. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just… feel better here. With you.” He wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t joking. No bravado. No tough-guy façade. Just honesty he couldn’t hold back anymore. When you sat on the edge of your bed, he crawled over — quietly, instinctively — and rested his head against your knee.

Like he’d done it a thousand times. Like he needed it to breathe. “Don’t tell anyone I said that,” he muttered, eyes closing. “But… yeah. I’m crazy for you or whatever.” He fell asleep like that. Right against you. Right where he wished he could stay forever.