Sometimes You Gotta Fight Part 7! :D

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Sometimes You Gotta Fight Part 7! :D

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As Willow and Mikey went outside, Mikey took a deep breath of the smoke-filled air, somehow satisfied. Willow had no clue how he could be, though.
“Oh, thank you so much, Willow.” He said, sitting down on a small pile of wooden crates that probably held all the bottles of water and beer for the venue.
“Wow, you can actually breathe well, here? I'm still having problems.” Willow coughed a little.
“You have the cutest cough.” Mikey mumbled. Then, realizing that he said it out loud, he blushed deeply.
“What did you just say?” Willow said, curiously.
“I said, 'That's what happens when you live in Jersey enough.'” He said, quickly. Willow laughed, knowing he covered up something.
“Well, I didn't grow up in Jersey, so I wouldn't know, but I do know what it's like to grow up in a weird, and almost....shall I say....savage place?” She said.
“Where did you grow up?” He asked.
“Washington.” She answered, simply.
“D.C?” He asked.
“Ha! No! Nice try, though. I'm libertarian.” She said, winking.
“Then what are you doing in L.A.?” Mikey asked, jokingly.
“I don't know. I don't like to get dragged into politics.” She laughed.
“You have a family here?” Mikey asked.
“Mikey, seriously? You found me on the streets.” She said, flicking him teasingly in the forehead.
“Oh, yeah. It's just, seeing you then, and seeing you now, it's so different. It's like I'm seeing a different person.” He said.
“That's because I always had to hide who I am as I grew up, and I didn't ever get a chance to show it without either getting beat up, or being cast away. I eventually got sick of it.” Willow admitted, pulling her knees up to her chest and setting her head on them.
“I'm sorry. It was the same way for Gerard and I.” Mikey said.
“Yeah?” Willow asked.
“Yeah.” Mikey said, placing his hand on one of hers. She looked at him, with large eyes.
“Hey, Mikey?” Willow asked, blushing a little.
“Yes?” Mikey answered, leaning in a little.
“Is it different, now...being so famous, and all?” She said, leaning in a little.
“Well....I don't know....kind of.” Mikey says, shrugging.
“Is it better than your life before?” She asked, shyly.
“In some ways, but it gets lonely, sometimes...” He said. They were leaning in, closer, and closer....
“It's lonely?” She breathed. Their noses touched. Mikey raised his hand to cup her chin when....
“HEY! MIKEY! WE NEED YOU TO HELP LOAD!” Gerard's voice screamed.
Willow and Mikey jumped and pulled away from each other.
“Well, gurps.” Willow muttered.
“What?” Mikey laughed.
“Gurps, it's another way to say grapes.” Willow laughed.
“You're a funny girl, Will.” Mikey said. Willow blushed at the nickname.
“Guys! Stop trying to hide!” Frank said, opening the door. He saw them sitting together and narrowed his eyes for a moment, then watched as Mikey left.
“You guys weren't....” He said.
“No! No! I was letting him get some fresh air after hyperventilating.” Willow said, with wide eyes.
“Okay, because we need you guys to help pack up. We're leaving for New Mexico tomorrow. He said.
“Thanks, Frank.” Willow said, smiling. That made him start a little.
“What?” He asked.
“For everything. For taking me along with you, for letting Mily come, for everything.” Willow said. Frank came and sat next to her. He hesitated, and then pulled her in for a hug. Willow flushed, and smiled a little. Then, they both heard Gerard yell, and ran to go help before he had to come get them.