"Micky?! Wake up man!"

Micky groaned and his eyes slowly opened, catching sight of Peter's blond head leaning over him. His friend's brown eyes looked at him in worry as he slowly sat up and rubbed his head.

"What happened?" Micky groaned.

"You fainted, man."

"Really?" Micky frowned. "How long was I out?"

Peter shrugged. "Ten minutes?"

Micky nodded, but winced at the pain in his head. He reached up and rubbed the back of his head, groaning. No doubt there'd be a knot there later.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I will be."

But Micky's head was whirling, and not just because of his fall. He was thinking back to their conversation before he'd passed out—it was starting to come back to him. Peter wanted him to stay away from Michael...

...But what if he didn't want to?

I promise you I'm alive. I go to Alabama on Tuesday or Wednesday though so Imma have to die again soon 😂 (which, ironically, is when my little brother goes back to school :'D)