Mikayla:



















Mikayla and Andy had been friends for the longest time. But when he went off to LA to follow his dreams and become a famous musician, Mikayla was left alone with no more best friend. Andy had been the only person in her life she could tell anything to. He was the only one who had truly understood what she was going through. And as weird as it was for her to admit to herself, she had fallen for him.

Mikayla and Andy had been apart now for a few years, but she still thought of him often. She reminisced about the times they spent together, causing a menace to the small town they lived in. They had their fair share of sneaking out of the house past hours and run-ins with the cops late at night. But she could never return to the way things were. Andy was living far away now, and she would never get him back.

Mikayla sat by her window, looking out at the old basketball court where she and Andy used to spend so much time together. They would sit on the old, wooden bleachers, drinking soda, talking about really anything that came to mind. Everything for them had been so simple.

From her back pocket, a buzzing sounded, indicating she was receiving a text message. She looked down at the illuminated cell phone screen with confusion written all over her face.

“Andy? It can’t be.” She said, opening the text. “Must be someone else with Andy’s old number, and just have the wrong numb—”

Look out your window and down at the sidewalk.

“What?” Mikayla set her phone down beside her and leaned her head out the open window. Standing on the street below was Andy, cell phone in hand, and a big grin across his face. “Andy?! What are you doing back here? I thought you were in LA!”

“Come down here!” Andy shouted up to her.

Mikayla shoved her cell phone in her pocket and rushed down the multiple flights of stairs in her apartment building to get to the street level. She rushed outside and tackled Andy in a hug, filling all the empty time spent away from each other with his solid flesh against her own. He was no longer just a memory. He was standing right there in front of her.

They slowly made their way over to the basketball court where they had spent so many hours sitting there together, wishing their lives could be better. They had been the typical, over-dramatic teenagers.

They sat on the wooden bleachers together. Mikayla looked down at her worn, purple converse. Andy looked at her innocent face. He missed the way her hair fell perfectly, even without her trying. He loved the way her nose crinkled when she laughed or smiled. He loved the way her eyes lit up when she looked at him.

“Mikayla,” Andy placed his hand on top of hers. “I know I’ve been away for a while,”

“A while?” She joked. “Three years is more than ‘a while.’”

Andy chuckled at her comment and she laughed along with him. “I came back for you.” He said, looking up at her. “I never told you this, but all those years we spent together as teenagers wasn’t just a waste of precious moments in life. Every hour we spent together meant something to me. You meant something to me.”

Mikayla’s heart pounded in her chest. Was Andy admitting his undying love to her? Well… Maybe not his undying love. That sounded too cheesy to be true. But maybe Andy was trying to tell her that all the feelings she had, and still had, for him, were requited.

“The more we hung out and the closer we got to one another, the more I started to like you. All those douche bags you dated didn’t even deserve to be glanced at by you. I know your secrets and I know how you feel inside. I know you lost it all.”

It was true, Andy knew pretty much everything there was to know about her. Mikayla looked down again at her convers and tapped the toes of her shoes together as Andy spoke. She had to control her mind from slipping something to the tongue.

“And I—”

“Andy?” She interrupted him. He looked up at her, flipping his bangs out of the way of his eyes. “Just kiss me already.” She smiled.

Andy flashed her that sweet, crooked smile of his and leaned in for the kiss he had been waiting for since he was sixteen years old. His sixteen year old self had day dreamed on those bleachers about the moment that him and his best friend would share their first kiss. Three years later, at the age of nineteen, it finally became a reality.

Notes

Remember, if you would like a one-shot featuring you and your favorite band member, read the Intro section for the rules and send a submission to my inbox! I am currently free of submissions at the moment. I have one that I'm just about finished with. I just need a little more info from the requestee and then that one will be posted. But I am free of submissions. First come, first serve. :)

Important update: I am still working on my regular fan fics so I'm not going to be able to update with your submissions every day like I have been recently. I do need to concentrate on my other fics as well.

Another important update: There will be no submissions posted on July 11th. I am going to be at Warped Tour so there is no way I will be able to post anything. You are free to leave submissions in my inbox, but none will be posted until the next day or the day after, depending on how much recovery I'll need.