HAD MY HEART INSIDE YOUR HAND }{ TAG: AL & SAPPHY

[MICHAEL CATALYST HAYES]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #F2F2F2; width: 427px; margin-top: -20px, bTable] THROW YOUR SOUL THROUGH EVERY OPEN DOOR The way Mickey saw it, it didn't much matter what had happened before Al was kidnapped. Not that he was going to let anyone know (especially not Al) but Mickey had missed him more than he had missed anyone in his life. Of course, the first three days or so had been easy--Mickey hardly noticed anything was wrong through all of his anger. But the rest of the month had been torture. He kept wondering, What if Al is dead right now? It wasn't a very healthy situation and it nearly drove Mickey mad. He must have read the letter Al sent to him at least three hundred times. He had it memorized by now. (Even if he didn't understand some of the references still.) He had never memorized anything as exactly as that letter before in his life. But it meant a lot to him and he intended to prove it to Al. So there he was, waiting in the front of school for his boyfriend to return to him. It had taken a lot of snooping and two borrowed cell phones to figure out when Al would be coming back onto the island. How long he planned to stay, Mickey didn't care. But today he would walk through that door, and then he and Mickey would kiss and make up and snuggle and Mickey would try his damndest to help Al forget about all the nastiness he had to go through and everything that he'd had to face alone. Mickey kept wishing that it could have been him instead, or that they could have at least faced it together. And Mickey was not normally one to dwell on the things that had already happened and past. He rocked back and forth on his heels, impatient to see Al's glorious eyebrows for the first time in a month and to kiss him and to be around someone taller than him again. WORDS: 322, TAGS: cheese NOTES: wooop TEMPLATE BY CREEPY DOLL @ CAUTION

[ALBERT NEIL DEAN]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

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[MICHAEL CATALYST HAYES]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #F2F2F2; width: 427px; margin-top: -20px, bTable] THROW YOUR SOUL THROUGH EVERY OPEN DOOR The next thing that Mickey knew, he was being attacked by his huge bear of a boyfriend. His reaction of hugging back was almost instantaneous. He felt his eyes sting, but he squeezed them shut against the tears. He couldn't cry. Not right now, where people could see him. If a tear escaped, he could blame Al and say he squeezed it out of him. Mickey loved the way Al smelled and he loved his arms and he loved not being able to breath (only a little bit) and he loved that Al didn't hate him after he was being a whiny bitch and he just loved Al. There was no part of him that didn't love this boy. Every cell in his body was attracted to the taller man and he would never force them to be away from him ever again. The hug seemed to last for ages, until finally, Mickey let go and started talking. "Good gracious heaven almighty, did I miss you. At first I didn't notice but then I cried and now you're here and did they hurt you I hope they didn't hurt you oh my God Al are you really alive or am I dreaming again I was so worried don't ever leave me again ever next time you kick those bitches in the balls and tell them they have to bring your boyfriend with them that or run away oh my God Al." He was having trouble breathing when he was done. He didn't take the time to do so in between words. He just had so much to say and it felt like there was so little time left before Al decided that he was no longer worth his time or something. That felt like just about Mickey's luck; Al would turn away from him forever and then he would be doomed to pine after the only boyfriend he had ever had for the rest of his life and and and. Breathe, Mickey. He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair. He hadn't spiked it up since he broke up with Al. It was a mess at present. Alfonso would not be proud of those roots, either. "Not blonde enough! Not enough shine! Come here, Baby, let Alfonso love the hurt away." Of course, the last thing Mickey wanted right now was for his foreign hair dresser to ruin his relationship, too. "Al, I'm so sorry. Breaking up with you was stupid. I miss you." WORDS: 418, TAGS: cheese NOTES: alfonso TEMPLATE BY CREEPY DOLL @ CAUTION

[ALBERT NEIL DEAN]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! A few seconds of glorious hugging, and then Mickey started babbling. Just hearing his voice almost made Al start crying, but he was a manly man, and he would not shed any tears. Yet. He just let Mickey ramble, not noticed Mickey's unkempt look or really even comprehending much of what he was saying. He was just there and Al was feeling all of these... EMOTIONS. SO MANY. Mickey apologized for 'breaking up' with Al, and Al managed to let out a laugh. "Oh, please, about twelve hours after you broke my heart I decided you were just PMSing and I was going to get you back. You know I love you. I don't think I could ever let us end like that." Al took a deep breath of Mickey, just, his scent, his everything, and then he kissed Mickey for the first time in a month and it was out in public and it was glorious and it was sweet and it was everything Al could have wanted and it was ruined by five words. "What the fuck is this?" WHAT'S THAT? DID YOU FORGET THAT DREW AND AL'S FATHER WERE STANDING RIGHT THERE THIS WHOLE TIME? Yes, yes, yes. Now, some background info for those who haven't been paying attention: Al has never really come out publicly; the only people who know about his sexuality are Mickey (and whoever else Mickey told). Al was especially nervous about coming out to his right-wing ultra-conservative anti-gay dad, and it's been a bit of a nervous point for most of his adolescent life. So the fact that he just kissed what was clearly a penis being and said something about breaking up and making up is kind of a big deal. Al turned around, kind of wiggin' out on the inside but steeling himself like he had been for the past week. His dad was just standing there with a look of disgust. Drew was also staring, but more curious than anything. "Right. I've been meaning to tell you. Dad- I." Al sighed, and began slowly walking back towards his family. "I'm gay, dad, I love guys, and I have for the past three years, and it's just... the way I am." He took another deep breath and continued. "And I know you-" The rest of Al's semi-prepared speech was cut short when a large first made its way across Al's face. He stumbled back a few feet, mostly out of shock, before the somewhat familiar sense of anger set in. Al didn't think when he delivered a solid right hook to his dad's nose. "I'm not thirteen anymore, Dad, that doesn't work to shut me up." Before either of the Deans could retaliate, Drew was holding Al on one side and their Dad on the other. "Both of you. Calm down." Al didn't struggle like his dad to escape Drew's grasp. He just stood there and let the confusing mix of emotions mingle. "I'm tired of hiding who I am. I can't help it, Dad, I love him, okay? He's an amazing guy, you should get to know him-" "HELL NO. No son of mine is going to be some faggot screwing around and ruining this country and corrupting everything." Utter hate swept over Al's father's face. "When you realize this is a sin and is wrong, then you can come home. Until then, you are not my son, and you have no home." He spat at Al's feet, and turned around and left. "Come on, Drew, let's get off of this fag island." Drew stood there for a few minutes, before giving Al a quick bro hug. Al was, to say the least, surprised. "What, you don't hate me, too?" Drew laughed. "I'm your brother. I've known you were homo since you were thirteen." With that, he turned and caught up to their dad, leaving Al just standing there. A few seconds passed, then Al turned around and hugged Mickey again. "Sorry about that. I didn't exactly plan for that to happen in front of you. But. I was planning it all week. Because." Al pulled away for a second and put on a serious face. "You were right. I'm-. I'm done hiding and being ashamed. I love you too much, okay? You deserve someone as confident and amazing as you are." Al smiled, his newly crooked nose scrunching up with his face. 734 (984 unedited) WORDS , lol been waiting to do thissssss FOR SO LONG

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[MICHAEL CATALYST HAYES]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #F2F2F2; width: 427px; margin-top: -20px, bTable] THROW YOUR SOUL THROUGH EVERY OPEN DOOR Twelve hours is really long. And Al is still really corny. Those were dear Mickey's only thoughts while all these terrible things were going down. It was like he was thinking them casually, and then a train hit and they got stuck in his mind. He felt like Hester Prynne in the Scarlet Letter, standing up on the Scaffold for three hours and remembering her childhood. When bad things happen, the nest defense is to remove yourself from the situation until it's over. And the effect was that by the time Al was in the eye of the storm with his brother and they were being all buddy-buddy, Mickey was completely gone from himself. He barely remembered what happened. He knew that Al's dad was a dick (What else is new?) and that there had been some violence, but mostly he had blocked everything from his mind. He was quite happy wit this, so he was staring at Al with a dopey grin on his face. It was gone, though, when he looked at Al's previously-gorgeous face. "You're hurt," he said dumbly, a few minutes before Al hugged him. Sometimes, Mickey can be very stupid, and his mind can only process one thing at a time. So he didn't really think about how he needed to put his arms around Al until it was too late. He just kind of stood there, thinking that his boyfriend was hurt and that it was really fucking horrible that he was hurt. Who hurt him? Why? Should Mickey do something? "I think your nose is broken," he added, just a bit more competent now. He felt like he had just woken up from a very, very long nap. He was groggy and slow and it was not a pleasant feeling. It took him several seconds, but he caught up to what Al was telling him, and he smiled (big big). "Really? I love you, too." Let's be honest. Mickey is not really the affectionate type, no sir. But he just had all these weird feelings when it came to Al. He didn't really like emotions. He liked facts and chemicals and he liked inventions and he liked being smarter than the average bear. But he didn't like emotions. They got in the way and they complicated things. Sort of like human relations. Al was Mickey's one exception, to just about everything. "Can you explain to me, real quick, though, what just happened?" WORDS: 409, TAGS: cheese NOTES: dat pictcha TEMPLATE BY CREEPY DOLL @ CAUTION

[ALBERT NEIL DEAN]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! Al was very concerned about Mickey, especially about Mickey seeing... that happen. He obviously didn't like people knowing about how his dad truly acted, but Al was very concerned that having his boyfriend witness his dad punching him in the face could be.... detrimental. Moreso than anyone else. Al had a bravado thing, a manly thing, a sort of complex almost due to his insecurities about his sexuality. It had always been worse around Mickey, since it just brought the whole thing to the forefront of Al's subconscious. And plus it's not very awesome to see your bf's dad punch your beloved in the face. Al was, at the moment, less freaking out about having been punched by his dad (not like it didn't happen pretty often) but more about the fact that Mickey saw. He held Mickey's face gently for a few seconds after the hug, when Mickey spoke. "You're hurt. I think your nose is broken." Al blinked a few times and self-consciously felt his nose. "Yeah... When they kidnapped me, the guy threw a weight at my face. Kind of an asshole move. But other than that I think I'm okay." Al pressed his tongue around the inside of his mouth where he discovered a small cut from where his canine had sliced through part of his cheek. He spit out a mouthful of blood on the sidewalk and grimaced. "I'm okay, I promise." He breathed out and let himself smile. "I have you again, I'm okay... I love you, too." Al forgot that he had said 'I love you' first. He just could never tell Mickey enough. It's at this point where Al starts to melt in the sun because he's made entirely of cheese. Maybe he lives on the moon. "Can you explain to me, real quick, though, what just happened?" Al grimaced and turned around. He grabbed his bags before answering. He knew Mickey zoned out, and he was worried. "I just... I just came out -you know, out of the closet- to my dad and my brother. And it didn't go well." Al placed his two duffel bags on the same arm and spit out another mouthful of blood before walking back to Mickey. Al gently slipped his hand into the blonde's, intertwining fingers. "But I don't care, because I'm back, and Mickey your hair is brown." Al said this last bit in a tone that suggested he was just now noticing the roots gracing Mickey's head. This is because it was the first time he noticed it. Al was tactfully (well, tactfully for Al) trying to move the conversation away from anything, really, that had happened. Although he did wonder if Mickey would question the twelve hours. That has a bit of an interesting story behind it, but Al wasn't sure if Mickey wanted to know about Al lying around in his room and... reminiscing about Joey. Al wondered briefly is Mickey even remembered Joey. prolly gonna edit this later, it's late and i'm watching tv at the same time lol. 493 words

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