Why do I never look up while walking? [Mikey Way X Reader]

2.

She rolled her eyes, smiling fondly and counted down: "The singer's name is Gerard and he's the older brother of the bassist, Mikey over there. The man with the curly hair is the lead guitarist and is called Ray. And you saw this jumping boy with the guitar? His name's Frank and he's the rhythm guitarist and a fucking ball of adrenaline." 

At the mention of Frank I giggled as well. His energetic actions were pretty funny to watch. Hannah unknowingly gave me the confirmation that my Mikey and the bassist are most probably the same person. Or at least shared the same features and name and a similar voice what I could judge because he talked once. Well, said two words for an intro of this one song. But it sounded like the man I had drunken a coffee with.

Before I could contemplate more whether I should text him now or let him have his break in peace, the show went on. 

This half was almost better than the first one and I could feel the happiness radiating from the fans but also from the band on stage. This was clearly their destination in live and I felt strangely proud of them that they made it this far. I didn't know where the feeling came from but I accepted it. 

The last note of the final song rang through the venue and they thanked the audience sweaty and exhausted but with huge smiles plastered on their faces. The crowd once again erupted in screams and chants. And then it was over already.

~*~ 

After the concert, we both went home giggling and talking the entire way. Luckily, our homes were not too far away so we walked the distance instead of taking the bus. 

As I opened my apartment door I was greeted by the pitiful cries of my cat. I crouched down and petted her black fur and the cries instantly stopped. Such a needy animal. I shook my head at her. Lucy must have taken some habits from me because she immediately guided me to the kitchen and stared at her empty bowl pointedly. I sighed and fed her. "You like to boss me around, don't you?"

Slurping noises were my answer.

After a short shower I decided to send a message to Mikey. I was pretty curious if he would answer, after all he had just played a whole concert and this might be exhausting. So I sat down on my unmade bed, wrapped in a towel and typed out a text.

To Mikey;): Do I need glasses or are you the bassist of My Chemical Romance?

 Was that too mean? Or to straight forward? I bit nervously at my lip and typed another message and shook out my wet hair.

To Mikey;): Not that I would mind of  course. I'm just curious if I spilled coffee on my best friend's idol:)

I still wasn't happy with it but another message would definitely be too much. So now I had to wait.

For the next hour I tried to occupy myself with cooking dinner but almost burned it twice as I checked my phone for a message.

As I sat down at my kitchen table and started to eat, listening through the rest of their music (which was awesome, why didn't I listen to them sooner?) my phone beeped. Lucy hissed at me as I pulled her from my lap to get my phone from the counter.

From Mikey;): You wouldn't turn into a crazy fan if I said yes, do you?

I grinned. So he was the bassist. And really cute.

To Mikey;): A little late for that question now, isn't it?

From Mikey;): Call, please? Fingers hurt too much

Oh, I completely forgot that he just played an entire set and must be pretty exhausted. Before I could feel bad for depriving him of his rest, my phone rang. It was hard to suppress the victory dance. He really wanted to talk to me! Lucy watched me with a very judging tilt of her head but I ignored her.

"Hey, Y/N," Mikey greeted me, sounding  hesitant as if I really would turn crazy.

To mess with him, I stayed quiet for a little too long and then only said: "Well, Hannah would scream by now like a maniac."

Mikey laughed. "Then I hope she's not with you right now."

"No, she's at home and in heaven. You were really great tonight! Now I owe Hannah something for dragging me along." I complimented him truthfully.

My dinner shot pitiful waives of delicious flavour to my nose, so I got my fork and curled up a few spaghetti.

"Thank you, I'll tell the guys. And thanks for not freaking out. Gee once got his number leaked and it was fucking awful," he told me. The exasperated tone in his voice told me how much he loved his brother (and how dumb he thought that was). It was cute and I would be lying if said that I wasn't melting a little bit at the roughness in Mikey's voice from lack of sleep.

"Oh, I can imagine that. I don't get why people would do this. I mean they say, they're fans and then make your life as difficult as possible," I said around another forkful of pesto and held a little bit of meat under the table for Lucy. She took it from my fingers and then licked them clean.

"Well, not all of them are like this, the ones who do something like this are luckily only one in a million. And even though it's really basic to say this but we really love our fans, every single one of them. They made this possible and we'll be forever grateful for it." Mikey explained. I could tell that he was saying the truth and it made him even more kind and down to earth to me.

We talked for a little while, him telling me some funny things that happened on tour like when everyone overslept and they had to delay a show because of it. I told him about my life and Mikey listened closely like this morning in the café, asking some questions.

I glanced at the clock on my living room wall -at some point I had fallen down on my sofa, legs dangling over the arm rest- and gasped shocked. It was already half past two. Thank God it was Friday. Or Saturday to be correct.

"Everything alright, Y/N?" Mikey wanted to know concerned.

"Yes, I just looked at the clock. You don't have anything to do tomorrow, do you?" I asked nervously, afraid that I kept him up too long.

Mikey chuckled. "No, I don't. We planned on sleeping as long as possible and then roam the city a little bit. Hey, do you want to be our guide?" Mikey proposed, kind of hopefully.

The grin on my face must have been huge. "Of course. Let's just meet at the coffeeshop. "

"Great idea. I'll text you when we're awake."

I yawned, suddenly tired enough to sleep right now here on the sofa. I couldn't see Lucy so I assumed that she waited for me in the bedroom.

"Cool, I think I'm going to bed now. Good night"

"Good night, Y/N and I'm looking forward to tomorrow,"  Mikey said before we ended the call.