Mike stared down at the papers.

Micky...liked boys?

Mike thought back to every encounter he had with Micky. The day they first met, when Micky claimed Mike was 'entertaining' to watch; when Mike'd wrapped an arm around Micky when he'd been crying; when Mike let Micky sleep in the same room as him; the way Micky always acted weird when Scarlett came around.

The realization made Mike feel sick.

Then he tore the essay to shreds.

*finishes Yesterday, a story purposely named after Beatles song*

*realizes I finished on Paul McCartney's birthday*

I did not plan it that way I swear