lpevanstaind
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hey guys!!!! this is kinda a work in progress, but i decided to put it up anyways....it's called easier to run, and it's about mike this time!!!! haha...you know you guys want a mike fic!!!!! well, basically mike's having issues with his dad, and yeah, this kinda chronicles them, sort of.....I DON'T KNOW...this is a crap summary so - on with the fanfic!!!!!!!!
Chapter One: Water
Mike lied in Chester's bathtub, feeling the warm water and frothy bubbles slip over him like a dream. He felt all the tension and anguish melt away as he closed his eyes and sunk to the bottom of the tub. He stayed under for a minute, hearing nothing except water in his ears. Then, slowly, he peeked his head up, his normally spiky hair becoming plastered to his forehead. He was here for the third Saturday in a row, escaping the hell that was his home. The thirteen year old hadn't thought leaving would be so easy, but every Saturday his father invited his friends from work over for a night of drinking and poker, leaving Mike to fend for himself. He was able to do this for a while, but there comes a point where lines are crossed and one must find somewhere to hide. The first two Saturdays, Mike had come over for a quiet place to sleep and a hot meal. This time, however, he was here to escape his dad's drunken beatings and insults. His arms and back were bruised, and he sported a shiner on his left eye. In addition, Mike had scraped both his knees when he tripped and collapsed on Chester's front porch in pure exhaustion. He was grateful for his friend's generosity. Without Chester and his other friends, Mark, Brad, Joe, Rob, and Dave, Mike would have nowhere to go.
There was a soft knock at the bathroom door that startled Mike out of his doze. "Mike? It's me, Chaz. You doin' all right? Need anything?" Chester asked, opening the door a crack. "No, I think I'll be okay," Mike replied sleepily. "Dinner will be on in a few minutes if you're hungry," Chester called back. Mike's mouth began to water at the thought. Chester was only fourteen, but he was an excellent cook. He could make plain Kraft Macaroni and Cheese taste home made. Mike didn't know how Chester was able to do it, and he didn't bother asking either. He felt like if he did, it would spoil the great feeling he got whenever he had dinner with the Benningtons.
i have to stop here....but tell me how it is so far!!!!
Chapter One: Water
Mike lied in Chester's bathtub, feeling the warm water and frothy bubbles slip over him like a dream. He felt all the tension and anguish melt away as he closed his eyes and sunk to the bottom of the tub. He stayed under for a minute, hearing nothing except water in his ears. Then, slowly, he peeked his head up, his normally spiky hair becoming plastered to his forehead. He was here for the third Saturday in a row, escaping the hell that was his home. The thirteen year old hadn't thought leaving would be so easy, but every Saturday his father invited his friends from work over for a night of drinking and poker, leaving Mike to fend for himself. He was able to do this for a while, but there comes a point where lines are crossed and one must find somewhere to hide. The first two Saturdays, Mike had come over for a quiet place to sleep and a hot meal. This time, however, he was here to escape his dad's drunken beatings and insults. His arms and back were bruised, and he sported a shiner on his left eye. In addition, Mike had scraped both his knees when he tripped and collapsed on Chester's front porch in pure exhaustion. He was grateful for his friend's generosity. Without Chester and his other friends, Mark, Brad, Joe, Rob, and Dave, Mike would have nowhere to go.
There was a soft knock at the bathroom door that startled Mike out of his doze. "Mike? It's me, Chaz. You doin' all right? Need anything?" Chester asked, opening the door a crack. "No, I think I'll be okay," Mike replied sleepily. "Dinner will be on in a few minutes if you're hungry," Chester called back. Mike's mouth began to water at the thought. Chester was only fourteen, but he was an excellent cook. He could make plain Kraft Macaroni and Cheese taste home made. Mike didn't know how Chester was able to do it, and he didn't bother asking either. He felt like if he did, it would spoil the great feeling he got whenever he had dinner with the Benningtons.
i have to stop here....but tell me how it is so far!!!!