Misfit

"Good. And that is still true Mike. I promise." Drew kissed his hand as he intertwined their fingers.

Mike realized in that moment that he wanted to be Mr. Mike Gallows more than anything.

Drew had considered this before. He'd never felt this much love for someone. But they were too young. He'd decided to wait until they were at least 18.

Mike tried to shake that thought from his head. Drew was not going to marry him, he would be lucky if Drew was with him for another year or so.

Drew sighed.
"It's too quiet now..." He paused. "Mike, I want to wait a bit before I actually do this. We're so young... but what would you say if I proposed right now?"

"I would say yes....but I dont expect you to Drew, its okay....You will probably want Hannah back as you get older...."

"For that last time, I don't want Hannah." Drew stuck his tongue out.

"You were with her though baby, if not her you will find some one else, someone who does not have so much baggage, someone who does not have so many scare marring there body."

"Mike, I love you and no one else. Accept that." He kissed his forehead.

"You know I want to...I have just been hurt so much I can't trust that..."

"Well it's true. You'll see that in sixty years when we are in this same position, holding hands." Drew smiled.

Mike smiled through his tears and squeezed Drew's hand.
"I wont mind that..."

"And there might be a little grandkid in my lap." Drew smirked.

"Can I have kids??"
They could always adopt....Or possible he could get pregnant.

"I meant adopted..." Drew said. He hadn't meant to contradict himself about the abstinence thing.

"I wouldn't be the same as me having the baby..."
He nuzzled his face into Drew's neck.

"No it wouldn't. But I'm fine with either way." He grinned.

"Drew....I wanna have your babies." He kissed Drew's neck softly.

Drew smiled.
"Well someday you can."

"I gotta go.' He got off a of Drew. He had a Job interview with that band.

"Any particular reason?" Drew pouted.

"I got a job interview, I old you I was trying to get a job Mike put on his jacket.

"Why are you gettin a job? I'm capable of getting one."

"I'll do it baby, don't worry."
He went and got his guitar after he got dressed.
He was applying for two jobs, he lied about his age so they are considering him to be a bartender and the lead guitarist.

"What job did you apply for?" Drew asked when Mike came back.