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            𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐔𝐏  ,  𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃  𝐀𝐓  𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃  ❛  𝐍𝐎  ❜  .  &  as  he  got  older  ,  the  two  letter  word  had  even  more  of  an  enraging  effect  on  him  ,  childish  impulses  telling  him  to  act  out  instead  .  to  do  the  exact  opposite  of  what  he  was  asked  or  told  to  do  was  an  inherent  trait  he  would  never  be  rid  of  .  enjoying  a  rare  night  off  ,  mikey  partook  in  typical  party  behaviors  ,  lighting  up  &  blasting  his  favorite  emo  playlist  for  all  his  neighbors  to  hear  .  while  there  was  always  multiple  complaints  about  such  behavior  ,  he  was  able  to  wiggle  his  way  out  of  TROUBLE  (  charms  learned  &  taken  advantage  of  from  a  young  age  to  garner  his  parents’  favor  )  .  so  when  an  aggressive  seeming  knock  sounded  at  his  door  ,  mikey  merely  rolled  his  eyes  before  opening  it  ,  not  even  bothering  to  turn  the  music  off  while  talking  to  whomever  stood  there  .  ❝  sorry  ,  what  was  that  ?  you  want  me  to  turn  it  down  ?  .  .  .  hm  .  ❞  he  perched  his  chin  atop  his  hand  ,  appearing  to  be  deep  in  thought  .  ❝  i  might  .  i  might  turn  it  down  .  tell  me  your  top  five  favorite  my  chemical  romance  songs  &  if  it’s  good  enough  for  my  tastes  ,  then  i’ll  turn  it  down  &  even  be  so  kind  as  to  share  my  alcohol  with  you  .  whaddya  say  ?  ❞  the  idea  that  it  was  past  two  in  the  morning  &  this  person  could  have  work  the  next  day  didn’t  seem  to  take  notice  in  mikey’s  mind  at  all  .  not  that  he’d  care  anyway  ,  he  just  always  wanted  to  hear  opinions  on  the  greatest  band  of  all  time  .

if jesse was being honest with himself, he may not have noticed there was anything out of the ordinary if it weren’t for the commotion on the other side of his studio’s door as all the other residents descended onto the building’s ground floor  ––  but that didn’t mean he was in any way enthusiastic about it.   “   was there a campout i missed the memo for ?  ”   he asked flatly, leaning against the doorway to his room as his peers shuffled past him. the cold that cut into the air of his room only extended faintly into the hallway, but he still lingered in the solitude of his own apartment rather than immediately join the crowd that was already starting to slowly grow in the lobby.