Kiss Me Through The Window

~Turtle's POV~

'Mike! Mike! MIKE!' I ran after the boy I loved, my arms outstretched. He turned the corner, and I stopped, falling to the ground. 'It's not what it looks like.' I felt tears make tracks down my face. The sky was a dark grey. Ironic, much? There was no sun in the sky. I heard footsteps behind me. They stopped, and the owner picked me up off the ground, and carried me to my house.

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'Tony, man. I'm sorry.'

I was sniffling into a tissue, with a cup of coffee in my left hand. I had just finsihed telling Jaime what had happened. I gave him a weak smile and sipped my coffee. Jaime's phone vibrated. It was a text from Vic.

Hey Jaime, apparently your with Tony. Mike's home and is in hysterics. Get both of your asses over here now.

'We better go.' I say, tipping the rest of my coffee into the sink. I place the mug in the sink and walk out of the front door, grabbing my car keys.

'You walked, I'm guessing?' I asked as I locked the house.

'Yeah.' I laughed at Jaime. We got into the car and I drove around to the Fuentes'. I walked up the pathway and knocked on the door. Vic opened it and looked up at me, worry etched onto his normally sunny face. As soon as he saw me, though, it changed. He was angry now. He raised a hand to slap me.

'You.' Just as his hand was about to collide with my face, Jaime yanked me back.

'The hell, Vic?' he said.

'He broke my brother's heart! What do you expect me to do? Invite him in and serve champagne and fancy snacks?' Vic rolled his eyes.

'"He" is also your bestfriend, Vic. Have you let him explain?' Jaime tried reasoning with Vic. It didn't work, though.

'No, because I also heard that you were at Mr Perry's house and sleeping in his lap. Am I not good enough anymore, Jaim?'

'Vic! You're not letting us explain. That's unfair.' I piped up.

'Shut it, you.' Vic snarled.

'Vic, you invited us over. What did you want to say?' Jaime asks.

'That we, my friend, are over. And Tony, don't come back to the band. You know what,' He stopped thought for a moment, 'that goes for both of you.' Vic tried slamming the door in our faces, but Jaime stuck his foot through the doorway.

'OUCH!' He exclaimed. 'Vic! You're being unreasonable. Let us explain ourselves.'

'Let them.' Mike appeared over Vic's shoulder. He moved Vic out of the way and led us inside. As Victor turned his back, Jaime's eyes watered, and he sniffed. I rubbed his back soothingly. We went into the lounge room. Vic and Mike sat on the arm chairs, leaving the couch for Jaime and I.

'Explain.' Vic said.

'I went over to Tone's house this morning to grab breakfast. We then decided to watch a movie, and Tony, being Tony, put on Harry Potter. I only got a few hours sleep last night and because I know the movie back to front, decided to take a quick nap.' Jaime gestured for me to continue.

'He fell asleep. I continued watching the movie, he moved around a bit and put his head in my lap. I didn't mind because we're best friends and have known each other for years. Mike, you came in and took it the wrong way. I chased your car and here we are.' I looked down at the floor while I said all this; I didn't want to see Vic's cold, hard eyes on me, or Mike's expression when he figured out the truth. I was surprised that he was still angry at me though, Vic and Jaime had cottoned on to it. But then again, it took him ages to figure out Jaim's and Vic's relationship, even though I pointed it out a billion times. I looked up from the floor to see Vic looking at me funny.

'You chased a car?' He asked. Mike and I nodded. 'Mike's car?' I sighed and nodded again. Vic turned to his brother. 'I think that I can safely say that there is nothing going on between Tony and Jaime.'

'Why?' Mike asks, his eyebrows furrowing. Seriously? That boy needed to refine his skills of observation. I rolled my eyes and got off the couch. Walking over to him, I leant down. His eyes were wary. And cold, very cold. I locked eyes, gathered all of my courage, and said very slowly,

'Because I like you, Mikey.' I closed the small gap between our faces, kissing him. He didn't respond, and his body had stiffened. I cut it off, and walked away, trying to keep my face a blank slate. I knew it was a long shot. He didn't like me. I was wrong. Tears welled in my eyes. What will I do now? I can't look him in the face! I just kissed the damn boy.

~Mikey's POV~

Tony got up from his place on the couch and walked over to me. He seemed tense and scared at the same time. Is he afraid of me? I looked up at him, and he locked eyes with me. I fell headlong into his eyes, his beautiful brown eyes. I saw his mouth move, and he moved closer. Suddenly, his lips were on mine. What did he just say?! I froze in shock. Our first kiss! As quickly as he came, he left, but he was not quick enough to hide his teary eyes. What have I done?!

I turned to Vic, who was sitting across the room. His mouth was open wide. I looked at Jaime. He was looking at me too, his face a mirror image of Vic's.

'Dude!' Jaime yelled.

'What the fuck?!' screeched Vic. 'I thought you liked him!'

'What did he say, Vic?' I asked, completely lost.

'Your fucking kidding me, right? Seriously, pay attention, he said he fucking liked you, and you don't respond! GO AFTER HIM!' Vic screamed at me, pointing in the direction of our front door.

'Really?' I asked, unsure of whether to go, but I jumped up anyway. I looked to Jaime. He nodded, very quickly, the drama that had just unfolded already at the back of his mind. He was looking at Vic, who had stood up. Vic went and sat on Jaime's lap and started lip-locking. I shuddered and sped out of the door.

Slamming it shut behind me, I raced to Tony's disappearing figure. Of course the bloody idiot would walk home, I thought.

'Tony!' I yelled. I caught up to him and spun him around.

'What, Mike?' he asked, tears running down his face.

'This.' I grabbed his shoulders and brought my face down to his, pressing my lips against his own. I tasted the salty tears and coffee. I ran my fingers through his hair and he returned the kiss, with as much passion as he could. This is what I wanted. To kiss the boy I loved. Yes, I was way past liking. I loved the damn boy, and I would let the whole world know if he didn't believe me. I would climb a mountain and scream at the top of my lungs, "I love Tony Perry."

Tony came up for air, and I looked down at him. His hair had flopped over his forehead, and I moved it out of the way. I kissed his head, and smiled, running my nose down his face and resting my forehead on his. I played with his stretcher, and he placed his hands on my hips. He tilted his face upwards, resting his lips on mine. I felt a shiver run through my body. He mouthed the words,

'I love you.'

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