stop and stare [grayson]

[mikeymouse]

The brown-haired junior sighed, flopping down at one of the outside picnic tables near the cafeteria and making a face at the food on his tray. It wasn't that the food was bad - it was actually pretty good, really - it was just that he wasn't all that hungry right then. His appetite had been killed by a group of seniors in the lunch line, shoving at him and hissing names, laughing when he tripped and nearly dropped all of his things on the lunchroom floor. Thankfully they'd gotten distracted by picking out their food and he'd been able to slip away with...whatever he'd grabbed, actually, what had he grabbed? His gaze dropped down to his tray and he sighed - right, pizza. Same thing he usually grabbed every day, because it was right there in the same place every day and his goal was usually to get in and out of there before the seniors did too much damage to him. He still didn't understand why he'd been put into senior lunch - something about how his classes mixed it up, but either way he was surprised he managed to survive lunch period every day.

He groaned, shoving the tray away and resting his head on his arms, shivering slightly. It was freezing out, but if he tried to eat inside he'd probably end up in a trash can or something again, and he had no desire to explain to his mom why he smelled like garbage. So he'd just freeze his butt off until the bell rang, and hopefully he wouldn't get frost-bite or something because it'd be hard as hell to help out with the dogs then. He pulled his hood up over his head as he sat up, glancing towards the door of the cafeteria longingly - he'd rather be where it was warmth, but no, the seniors had to be dicks and harass him until it wasn't even worth it to venture into the warmth. Of course, he could have joined his friends inside, but that would involve fighting his way through the crowds because of course they all sat at the very back of the cafeteria, because most of them were seniors and didn't have to worry about getting bullied. Heck, Derek and Grayson could be considered the 'bullies,' though he was never afraid around them. They'd pretty much 'adopted' him into their group, and he was glad for that.

"I hate seniors." He muttered as he rested his head on his arms once more - there was still twenty minutes until the bell would ring...yeah, he really hated seniors at that moment. Except Grayson, of course. He couldn't ever hate his best friend, not even when Gray snapped and hurt him when he tried to calm him down. He couldn't hate Derek or any of the others either, because hey, they were his friends and he could never hate his friends. He hated pretty much the rest of the senior population though...just because they were seniors didn't give them the right to torture the rest of the schools population.

TAGGED - grayson marx
OUTFIT - heeeere
NOTES - poor freezing mikey!
CREDITS - coding and graphics go to bruiser147 of whatever it takes, steal and die kthnxbai.

[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[grayson]

The simple act of eating was something that brought a ridiculous amount of annoyance for Grayson, far too many people herded like cattle into one small space, talking, laughing, yelling, basically acting like buffoons. Dealing with even the small mass of other students during class was enough to get on his nerves, but this, well it was enough to drive him mad. Sure he got the chance to sit back and stare, fade into the background and just watch the mediocrity of his fellow peers. Peers. He supposed to give them that title he would have to consider them equal, which of course he didn’t. Each one of them fell short in one way or another, leaving Grayson with his constant feeling of superiority, not that he needed the help most of the time. His inner turmoil and conflict of who he was and who he wanted to be split him into two directions and everything in between was clouded by rage and hate. It was when someone dared to step on the hazy line that he struck like a raging bull, unable to control his own emotions, unleashing the beast within himself only to stare down at his victim in the aftermath with pride and glory at what he’d caused. Grayson knew he needed to take control over himself, but until he was able to deal with his inner demons there was no way he would, or could. He was a ticking time bomb waiting to detonate.

As he entered the cafeteria, his blue eyes scanned the room for familiar faces, faces that he could tolerate even if only in the smallest doses. His stone cold face looked at the students in his immediate vicinity, no words escaping his lips, just stares, taking in each one of their behaviors. Grayson let out a small smirk as he watched two girls giggling about some meaningless topic of conversation, knowing that it would only be too easy to manipulate them for his own amusement. It was the thought of actually interacting with the brainless wonders that kept Grayson walking past them into the lunch line, no words or acknowledgment. While most of the students opted to grab a tray, the male couldn’t be bothered, instead he grabbed a sandwich and an apple, before quietly exiting the line. His eyes again scanning the room, a small glare forced them into slits as he was the silhouette of Mikey outside in the freezing February weather. Grayson wasn’t sure if he was more annoyed at the fact that the boy was outside in the cold, hiding from the other students or the reason he was hiding. Without moving his head, Grayson shifted his eyes amongst the crowd of students, watching, listening carefully to see if he was able to hear any hint of conversation about bullying Mikey. If he did it to the boy it was one thing, but to have any one of these idiots so much as look at him cross-eyed, it sent Grayson far over the edge to the point of no return. He had always, in some way or another, been protective of his, friends, no friends wasn’t accurate, but the people he tolerated the most, however Mikey was different. The boy was so innocent, and people took that as him being a doormat. Grayson always found the need to correct the people who wiped their feet on the boy, showing them the error of their ways, usually with blood and broken bones.

Not a word about Mikey had been uttered, which was bittersweet for the senior, either way he was content. Taking slow strides towards the exterior door, there was no way Grayson was leaving the boy outside to catch his death. There had to be a way to toughen Mikey up, but he never could quite figure out how, so he knew until then it would be his job and his alone to take care of him, making sure that he was safe or righting any wrong that was done to the younger male. In a way it seemed as though Grayson was making up for no one protecting Alastair, the ghost of his past that haunted him in both slumber and wake state. If he could save Mikey, somehow Alastair, the young boy, could be set free. As his bare hand touched the cold metal bar that opened the glass door, the frigid air hit his face. He welcomed it, somehow making him feel alive even though the sting was enough to make his eyes water just ever so slightly. The sight of Mikey, his head down, caused an uneasy feeling inside the male, which in turn manifested itself into a sense of annoyance. ”Let’s go Mikey, before you catch your death.” Still several feet away from the table where the male sat, Grayson tucked both the sandwich and the apple into his pocket, his arms crossed over his chest, naturally standing in a defensive stance. His blue eyes glared through the back of Mikey’s mousy brown hair. ”Why do you let them force you out here?” Grayson’s question was more rhetorical than anything else. He knew the answer, he knew that Mikey was an easy target, he knew he wasn’t strong enough to fend off the bullies, Grayson included. At least Grayson made up for his inconsistent behavior, he protected him when no one else cared enough to. Not that Grayson cared, he couldn’t afford to care.

[/justify]



status: done
tagged: mikey
word count: insane amounts or just simply insane
outfit: grayson
credit: I made this template! so don’t steal, k?thanks!

[mikeymouse]

”Let’s go Mikey, before you catch your death.” He tensed as he heard the door opening behind him, sighing softly when he heard Grayson's voice and glancing behind him to see his friend glaring, arms crossed across his chest like he was mad. He knew Gray wasn't mad at him though - most likely he was just annoyed that he had to go and retrieve him once again from the freezing cold, because no one in their right minds could like having to go outside in the cold like this. Of course, Grayson didn't have to...but he was still happy when he decided to, because it meant he could spend time with his friend and get out of the cold without having to worry about more harassment from other students. He turned and slid off of the bench, walking over to his friend before suddenly throwing his arms around him for a quick hug, taking a step back afterwards because he figured it was probably risking death or limb loss to hug his friend. He raised his arm with a small smile, showing off the bracelet on his wrist that read 'free hugs' before using that hand to push his hair out of his brown eyes. "It's a free hug day." He said simply to explain the sudden hug - they didn't happen often, since he was sure if he hugged his friends more than once a month they'd try to kill him, but they were still something he enjoyed to have randomly, to try and brighten up his friends days a little because hugs made everything better.

”Why do you let them force you out here?” He ducked his head down, scuffling at the ground with the toe of one shoe like a scolded child. "...because if i go home smelling like garbage again, i'm pretty sure the dogs will try to eat me?" He offered up before realizing his taller friend probably hadn't actually wanted an answer, sighing and pulling further into his hoodie, shivering as he tried to stay warm as a frigid gust of wind blew past him. He couldn't wait until it was green again - he was so sick of snow and cold, and the bipolar weather where one day it would be bright and sunny and the next day it was below freezing. It was as bad as his dads constant mood swings when he refused to take his pills - those were the days he was glad he could escape to his dorm with Anberlin, being at his house on those days was like walking a tightrope without a net below him, where anything could set his dad off. And while his dad never hurt him, he didn't like getting yelled at, so he usually just tried to avoid it. Worst of all was when his dad went off on a rant about gays - those hurt the worst, because while he didn't like guys that way (randomly thinking certain boys were cute didn't count, right?), his dad was so narrow-minded he knew he'd never change his mind, not that it really affected him, right? Of course not. He liked girls, he was just too awkward to really interact with them. He scowled slightly without realizing it, staring down at the ground. No, he wasn't gay.

TAGGED - grayson marx
OUTFIT - heeeere
NOTES - deniaaaaaal
CREDITS - coding and graphics go to bruiser147 of whatever it takes, steal and die kthnxbai.

[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[grayson]

Standing in the cold air, Grayson kept his blue eyes locked on Mikey, an almost blank expression on his face. Most people could never even begin to assume what it was that he was thinking, and if they managed to somehow catch a glimpse of it, they would probably be frightened. He learned at a very young age that a poker face was the only way to make sure that you weren’t showing vulnerability because once you were then people could use and manipulate you to their advantage. Grayson wasn’t about to let himself become a pawn in someone else’s game, it was him who did the manipulating, twisting and bending people’s emotions with ease without remorse. His eyes carefully studying Mikey as he slid from his bench, walking towards him, Grayson remained still, almost statuesque. Cringing as the other male threw his arms around him, an overwhelming sense of anxiety began to wash over him. He hated to be touched, but the fact that it was another male made it that much worse. Grayson’s body began to shake slightly, afraid that he might just lose control and hurt Mikey. Being that close to another male brought a flood of emotions to the surface, emotions that Grayson didn’t have the ability to understand or deal with. He was far from ready to consider admitting that he may have just liked it, that it may have turned him on. But, there was no way he was gay, that was just wrong.

His blue eyes narrowed into slits as Mikey pulled away from him, taking a step back. It was a good idea that the other male put as much distance between them as possible since Grayson wasn’t completely convinced that he would be able to control himself, the anxiety was too much for him to bear. He could feel his fists ball up, fingernails digging into his palms. When he saw the bracelet, in his mind, Grayson snatched it right off of the younger male’s wrist, breaking it in the process. Feeling his heart begin to beat at a much more rapid pace, Grayson refused to move an inch knowing that the slightest move of his own body could cause a chain reaction that would end with Mikey in the hospital. Why on earth did he have to be so touchy-feely? It wasn’t like it happened all the time, but when it did it caught Grayson so off guard that he didn’t quite know what to do. ”Mikey, what the fuck did I tell you about that?” The disgust dripped from his lips. ”Keep that shit to yourself, got it? If you need to hug someone that bad go find Caleigh.” Grayson’s eyes remained fixed on Mikey, still glaring.

Grayson could never quite figure out how the younger male managed to survive around them, his group of mostly tolerated people. Between Grayson and Derek, Mikey didn’t stand a chance, but someone he just managed to mesh in. For whatever reason, Grayson felt like he needed to protect him, though he tried not to give thought to it, fearful that the outcome would cause him to feel far too uncomfortable and the wrath that would follow. Seeing Mikey’s reaction, Grayson began to relax slightly, allowing his fists to unclench, placing his hands into his jeans pockets. ”When are you gonna stand up to those morons? I can’t protect you forever Mikey.” Grayson let out a sigh. He didn’t always feel bad for being harsh or even realistic with Mikey, but at that moment he did. If he could help it, he would be there to protect the younger boy for as long as he lived, it was what would happen to him afterward that worried Grayson. ”Let’s go, grab your food and get you inside. I don’t feel like catching my own death out here.” Grayson nodded his head in the direction of the table where Mikey’s food still sat. Grayson turned slowly to walk towards the door, stopping he turned back around to make sure that the boy was following him. Someone had to make sure that he was taken care of. Noticing the scowl on his face, Grayson stopped dead in his tracks. He wasn’t normally one for conversation but he was almost intrigued by the look. ”What’s that for?” His eyebrow raised. Grayson imagined that whatever it was it had to be pretty bad, Mikey was far more chipper than this.

[/justify]



status: done
tagged: mikey
word count: insane amounts or just simply insane
outfit: grayson
credit: I made this template! so don’t steal, k?thanks!

[mikeymouse]

He bit his lip as he stepped away from his friend, trying not to sigh as he did so because he kinda wanted to cling to his friend, because Gray was warm and he was freezing. It wasn’t a good idea to hug him, although…Gray was fun to hug, he was all warm and kinda muscular and squishy and well...just plain huggable. Y'know, if there wasn't the chance of immediate limb amputation when you did hug him.  And no, he hadn’t spent time thinking about how good it felt to hug the older boy, because that was…kinda gay, and he wasn’t gay. He just noticed things like that because that how he was...never mind the fact he didn't analyze giving hugs to Caleigh, or Derek, or anyone else in their little group. "Mikey, what the fuck did I tell you about that?" His lips curled downwards in a frown at the disgust in Grays voice, his head ducking down so that he looked even more like a scolded child without realizing it. "You told me not to do it." He mumbled childishly, scuffing at the ground with his toe once more. "Keep that shit to yourself, got it? If you need to hug someone that bad go find Caleigh."

He wrinkled his nose slightly, glancing up at his friend. "Caleighs not as warm as you tho." He replied without thinking, flushing brightly when he processed the words and quickly staring back down at the ground. He could feel his ears burning and knew his cheeks had to be bright red - he really, really needed to think about his words before he said them. Especially around his friends, because stuff like that just sounded weird when it slipped out of his mouth, even if it made sense in his mind. "When are you going to stand up to those morons? I can't protect you forever Mikey." He sighed, keeping his brown eyes focused on the ground because he knew he'd blush brighter if he looked at Gray - god, he was such a girl sometimes. "...When they don't look like they could crush me into a little ball?" He managed a small smile, trying to put a bit of a joking tone into the words but only sounding like he was asking a question, something he noticed happened a lot when he was around people. He wasn't that small - well, he wasn't short, but he certainly wasn't muscular so it'd probably be a stupid idea to try and stand up to the larger seniors.  

"Let's go, grab your food and get you inside. I don't feel like catching my own death out here." He nodded, trudging back to the table to grab his backpack and slide it over his shoulders before grabbing his tray, wrinkling his nose slightly. It was probably cold by now, having sat out in the cold air - good thing he liked cold pizza, or else he'd starve every day. "What's that for?" He glanced up, the scowl fading away into a curious look, his head tilting to the side slightly as he came to a stop beside his friend. "What's what for?"

TAGGED - grayson marx
OUTFIT - heeeere
NOTES - -facepalm-
CREDITS - coding and graphics go to bruiser147 of whatever it takes, steal and die kthnxbai.

[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[grayson]

Grayson was trying hard not to yell at Mikey, but the male was making it hard for him not to. He just never seemed to listen to what Grayson was telling him, and if he did hear him he certainly wasn’t processing it like a normal human being. It wasn’t normal for guys to hug other guys, unless of course they liked that person. Grayson wasn’t that type of guy, he didn’t want to be hugged or touched or, no he just simply wasn’t that sort of guy. He just wasn’t sexual like other males his age. After everything he had gone though it was understandable to not want or need to deal with sexual relationships, at least that’s what Grayson told himself. What he couldn’t understand was why Mikey felt the need to be so damn touchy feely, it wasn’t like he was gay either. The thought made Grayson’s level of comfort begin to plummet, like maybe there was a small chance that the other male was in fact gay and for some reason he was projecting his sexuality on Grayson. Blue eyes immediately narrowed at the thought. No, he was over thinking things. Mikey was just touchy feely. ”That’s right Mikey, I told you not to do that shit, so don’t do it anymore.” The annoyance level in his voice had lessened slightly but there was still enough left over that Mikey would get the point. Seeing the other males reaction, Grayson felt a bit bad for being so harsh, no he wasn’t that harsh, but it seemed to affect Mikey that way. He didn’t want to make him feel bad, he just wanted him to realized that hugging him or touching him was absolutely unacceptable.

Furrowing his brow, Grayson almost could feel the look of disgust on his face from Mikey’s statement. Why the fuck was he comparing is warmth to Caleigh’s? She was a girl and that was all that the other male needed to know or care about. His social awkwardness was really beginning to make him odd, too odd for Grayson to handle. ”Man don’t even…don’t you even dare say shit like that. That just sounds all sorts of fucked up.” Grayson shook his head, rolling his eyes. His tolerance level was lowering by the second, yet at the same time he knew he couldn’t leave Mikey outside in the cold. If nothing else he had to bring him inside so he could eat in the warmth, perhaps in silence, but at least no one would bother him with Grayson around. Trying to compose his thoughts, his hands ran over his face and through his shaggy brown hair, scratching at the back of his head before they returned to his chest crossing over it. Grayson felt his entire body stiffen, the look on his face return to its stone cold lack of expression, almost like it was second nature for him to be that way. ”Damn it, you have to stand up for yourself otherwise they’re never going to stop.” Grayson knew he was wasting his breath. Even if Mikey wanted to stand up to the other students, he wasn’t nearly as big as they were and lacked the rage to be able to fight back. That was why Grayson needed to protect him, yes, that was the reason.

Waiting impatiently as the other male grabbed his things off of the table, Grayson gripped the handle of the door, the cold steel almost refreshing. It took his mind off of his emotions, or uncomfortable ones at least for the moment. As he watched Mikey grab his things and walk back towards the door, Grayson just wanted for this lunch period to be over so he could go back to class and forget about the fact that the other male had hugged him, had caused him to question his reasoning behind it all. He hated over thinking things, he hated thinking about himself in that capacity. It wasn’t true, he was just different was all. Grayson had gone through too much to be like other males his age, plain and simple. That had to bit it. ”The scowl on your face. What’s it for?” Grayson couldn’t help but wonder if it was something that he caused. If it had been anyone else he wouldn’t have questioned it or even cared, but Mikey was different. No, he was..he was different, Grayson had always found him different from the others.

[/justify]



status: done
tagged: mikey
word count: insane amounts or just simply insane
outfit: grayson
credit: I made this template! so don’t steal, k?thanks!

[mikeymouse]

He knew Gray didn’t like being hugged, but he couldn’t help himself. He loved hugging his friends, and the older boy always seemed so sad, he couldn’t keep himself from trying to cheer him up a little. After all, hugs always cheered him up, so why didn’t they cheer Gray up? He didn’t get the older boy, actually Gray just confused him half the time, but for some reason he felt safe around him. Oddly enough, even when Gray was messing with him he still felt safe, because his friend protected him too…he wouldn’t protect him just to hurt him, right? Right. ”That’s right Mikey, I told you not to do that shit, so don’t do it anymore.” He sighed, his head ducking down sheepishly, a lock of his hair falling into his eyes as he did so. ”Okay…” He murmured softly, trying to keep himself from chewing on his lip. All he’d wanted to do was cheer Grayson up.

”Man don’t even…don’t you even dare say shit like that. That just sounds all sorts of fucked up.” He blushed even brighter, if it was possible, and kept his eyes on his feet. ”It made more sense in my head…” He sighed, scuffling his feet a little in the dirt, studying hi black-and-white converse to avoid looking up. They were starting to fray and fall apart, he noticed – he wore them almost all the time, so he supposed it was to be expected with all the wear and tear they went through. ”I just meant I was cold, an you’re warm, and…” He flailed a little, trying to gather his thoughts to make it sound less stupid than it already did, but he was pretty sure there was no salvaging this explanation without him looking like a fool. ”And Caleigh’s not here.” He finished lamely, wishing the dirt would just open up and swallow him. He was an idiot.

”Damn it, you have to stand up for yourself otherwise they’re never going to stop.” He knew that, but they were scary! Most of them were the big jock types and he just…wasn’t a jock. Or tough in any way. Unless he brought Anberlin to school…then he wouldn’t have to worry. The furry shepherd didn’t look like much, but he’d graduated from his mothers training the same way the other dogs in her academy-like training had, so he certainly could be pretty scary. He’d been lucky to allowed to keep Anberlin instead of the dog being sent to work as an actual police dog – and he had to admit, Anberlin was the best present he’d ever gotten for his birthday. ”I know.” He said miserably, chancing a glance up at his friend. It was easier to just avoid the bullies though, and less painful as well.

He sighed, glancing down at his food quietly, feeling the blush on his face finally starting to fade away after his stupidity earlier. ”The scowl on your face. What’s it for?” He blinked, his head tilting to the side as he looked at his friend, pushing a small smile to his face to reassure him. He must have been scowling when he thought about his dad… but there was no way he was going to talk about that. It was just how his dad got when he was mad, that’s all. ”Nothing. Just something I was thinking of. That’s all.” He shrugged, gesturing slightly towards the cafeteria doors. ”We going in?”

TAGGED - grayson marx
OUTFIT - heeeere
NOTES - -facepalm-
CREDITS - coding and graphics go to bruiser147 of whatever it takes, steal and die kthnxbai.

[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[grayson]

His blue eyes locked on the younger male, Grayson could see that his words were having an effect on Mikey, causing him to look like an abused dog, tucking his tail between his legs. A sigh escaped his lips. He didn’t want to hurt the other male’s feelings, but he felt like he had told him time and time again that he just didn’t want Mikey to hug him. It wasn’t anything against Mikey, it was just wrong. Grayson could feel his skin crawl when anyone touched him, anxiety taking over him from the flashes of his past. Lately it felt like everything was a reminder of it all, when all Grayson wanted to do was escape the heavy burden he carried with him. No one person should have ever had to witness the things he had seen as a child, but that had been his life and he couldn’t go back and change it, that life was over. Lifting his arm, Grayson ran his hand over his face, rubbing it before sticking it in his pants pocket. ”Mikey, don’t. You’re fine. Just think before you do shit, okay?” Why did he have such a soft spot for this kid? Grayson Marx didn’t allow his anyone in, he didn’t develop feelings for other people, but Mikey was getting to him and he knew it.

What the hell was he doing to this kid? Grayson knew that the venomous words that spit from his lips was only making things worse for Mikey but it was like he couldn’t stop himself. He knew the boy wasn’t gay, he didn’t mean anything by it. Mikey was just a bit more affectionate than other males, that just had to be it. Still, it made Grayson uncomfortable beyond comprehension, it stirred up the beast of confusion within himself and made it hard to deal with. The last thing he wanted to do was snap one day and black out on Mikey. He didn’t deserve that and Grayson knew it. Just as he was about to open his mouth, Mikey started stumbling on his words again, digging himself a deeper hole. The words cut through Grayson like a knife in his stomach, an extremely uneasy feeling settling over him. His fists immediately began to clench in his pockets, his nails digging into his legs through the jean material. ”Stop Mikey, just stop talking.” He pried one of his hands from inside his pants pocket, holding it up in front of the males face, signaling for him to shut up. Grayson was beginning to lose it and if Mikey said another word that sounded so, gay, Grayson wasn’t sure he’d be able to contain himself. He could already feel the adrenaline begin to course through his veins.

All he could do was shake his head as the pair of hazel eyes looked up at him. ”Do you? How am I supposed to protect you forever Mikey? I’m about to graduate and then what?” He hated to think about what would happen to Mikey after he left Jackson. There would be no one to protect him, no one to make sure that the other kids didn’t bully him or beat the crap out of him. ”You’ve got to learn. Freezing your ass off out here is not okay. What would you have done if I hadn’t come out here after you? You’d catch your damn death and for what? Because you’re afraid of speaking up for yourself? Fuck them Mikey, they’re no better than you. They’re fucking thoughtless zombies walking around with a single brain cell that they share. Not one of them has an inkling of what the fuck is going on around them and they walk around in a sea of stupidity, each one feeding off the next person, taking their cues from an even bigger moron. They’re like puppets waiting to be controlled, manipulated. All you need to do is learn how to be their fucking puppeteer.” Grayson could feel his level of disgust for the other students rise inside him. He truly believed that they were brainless, simply walking around like they were on auto pilot, waiting for someone to take control of their lives. He had always been good at that, developing the talent of manipulation at an early age. If Grayson had wanted to survive it was the only way he would have accomplished that. Even at eight he had known the rules of survival.

Grayson’s blue eyes narrowed ever so slightly at Mikey’s reply. He didn’t believe him, but he wasn’t going to push for the information. If he had wanted him to know he would have said something, plus the thought of digging into the boys thoughts didn’t appeal to Grayson at that moment. He was getting far too cold to deal with that and all he wanted to do was get Mikey inside so he could warm up, and so could the younger male. Grayson could only imagine how long he had been alone outside before he had gotten there. ”Yes. Let’s go man.” He opened the door, waiting for Mikey to go through it first. This needed to stop, he needed to somehow teach him how to stand up for himself. The thought immediately made Grayson’s stomach turn. Why did he always feel like he had to take care of Mikey? It would lift the burden off of him if he taught the boy to take care of himself, so why did the thought of not doing it anymore make Grayson feel so anxious. It made no fucking sense, none at all.

[/justify]



status: done
tagged: mikey
word count: insane amounts or just simply insane
outfit: grayson
credit: I made this template! so don’t steal, k?thanks!