Claim-a-Mike!

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Okay, so I've seen this going around but I had been...resisting. ;) But too much boredom in math class kinda made me think of a few things. :) So, claim a Mike from the 12 I have and I'll write a fic/drabble about it. *G*

Claimed:
1. Drunk!Mike claimed by naughty_tess [ Done!]
4. FirstKiss!Mike claimed by orlandomuse [ Done!]
6. Reckless!Mike claimed by thedoc_isin5. HighSchool!Mike

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It was unfair. For two years Sara had lived next door to him, and she had gone to the same school that he, Eddie, and Stephen attended, but that afternoon she and her family would be leaving. Her father had gotten a better paying job away from New York, so they would be moving and most likely not coming back. Michael didn't have a lot of friends, not girl ones anyway, and having to say goodbye to her seemed unfair. So, so unfair.

"This sucks," he muttered as they walked back to their apartment building alone, since Stephen was stuck in detention and Eddie was waiting for him back at the school. Michael could have waited with them, but Sara's family would be leaving shortly after she got home from her last day of school; he wanted to say goodbye.

"I know." She sighed and kicked a pebble that was on the ground. "I don't want to go, Mike."

"Have you asked if you could stay? You could stay with me and my grandpa, he wouldn't mind. I can sleep on the couch, and you'll go visit your parents in the summer. That way...you know, you can stay here." Sara smiled slightly, sadly, and shook her head, which caused the little hope Michael was holding onto to suddenly slip away. "Well, have you asked? Maybe they'll let you."

Sara shook her head again, but this time laughing lightly, which caused Michael to smile a little. At least he had made her laugh, he figured; she had looked sad all day long and he hated seeing her that way. "I'm going to miss you," he admitted quietly after a moment. "We're all going to miss you."

"Really?"

Michael nodded, not noticing the way that her smile grew in the slightest at the confirmation. "Uh-huh. Even Stephen, he just likes to give you a hard time." They kept walking for a few more minutes in silence, this time a more comfortable silence than before, but when they finally reached the corner where their building was they both froze at the sight of the moving truck that was parked outside. "Do you really have to go?"

Sara's shoulders had slumped at the sight of the truck, and at the question she merely nodded. "I'll write to you guys when I get there." Without waiting for a reply, she leaned up so she'd be able to reach him and kissed his cheek. "Bye, Michael."

The kiss had sent a jolt through Michael that he hadn't been expecting, leaving him just planted there on the ground as she started to walk away. Before she could get too far, he walked quickly over to her and took her hand to stop her.

"Mike, I have to go-"

But before she could say anything else, he leaned to her and kissed her lips. At first it was a small, tentative kiss as Michael felt his palms get clammy, his stomach clenching in a certain way that he had never felt before, but at the feeling of her lips against his he lingered there for a moment. Part of him expected her to pull away, maybe push him away, but she didn't. When she looked up at him once they had pulled back she smiled while Michael smiled back. "Can you send me a postcard, too? So I know how it looks like where you live?"

Suddenly the voice of Sara's sister calling her over and telling her to hurry up brought them back to reality. Sara promised she'd send a postcard before they shared another rushed kiss, a smile and a wave, and she hurried over to where her sister was waiting for her. Michael could see Sara's sister giving him a look that clearly meant she had seen them kissing, but even if he felt himself turn a deep shade of red he grinned a little. The only regrets he had was that he hadn't kissed her sooner.

Two weeks later, a postcard from Detroit arrived addressed to Michael. To this day, he still has that postcard as a part of his collection. It's old and wrinkled, with corners creased after fifteen years, but whenever he looks at it he remembers Sara, and that it was with her who he had shared his first kiss with.

[orlandomuse]

Ohhhh, that's the sweetest thing!!!! *applause!!!!*

[aimlessbeck]

:D Thank you!! I'm very glad you liked it!