I'm Waiting for Your Whisper -|-Twincest-|-

Maybe a smile is a bad thing.

  (nelson)

    I stare at Mickey, as shock runs through his face as he listens to my mom.

 ~Flash Back~

   "Nelly!" Mickey called my name, and I laughed as he raced up the street to my house,
 "My birthday party is tomorrow!" I laugh, and my best friend cries as he hugs me tight,
 "I'm... I'm leaving." he screams, sobbing into my shirt, and I hold onto him tight. Not Mick Mick, not my best friend, not the boy I want to be with.

   I look at Mickey as he flips through photos of us as children, when my mom stops abruptly, and gets up to grab a beer. I sigh as she sits, sipping the drink and Mickey eyes me silently as he puts down the book, and he stands up silently, walking out of the house. I get up and run after him,
 "WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY TO THAT!" Mickey screams at me as I run up to him and wrap him in my arms. He pounds on my chest with his fists, but I ignore the pain and hold on to him tighter,
 "Mick Mick, all I've ever wanted was to be in your life, to make you smile everyday, to hold you when you cried, to love you. Dammit Mickey, all I've ever anted was to love you!" I sob, hugging Mickey as he sobs into my shirt. I feel him get on his tip toes, and his lips land on my, and I kiss him back.
 "I have no idea how you could love me all this time," he whispers, and I smile as I rest my chin on his head,
 "You never changed, you always stayed perfect," I whisper, brushing his hair from his beautiful eyes. Mickey looks at me and smiles a little and leans his head on my shoulder. We walk around the street, and I try to ignore my thoughts of my mom. Will she be mad when I get home, or will Mickey be able to stay the night and keep her at bay?

   (Mickey)

   All this time Nelson has spent his life loving me as he's lived with a drunk mom, and I feel bad for not remembering him sooner. I mean, we were BEST friends, we had pictures of us at each other's birthday parties, holidays, and just spending the night at each other's house. How could I forget all that?