Closed New Conversations and Secrets Shared PV: Mikey Forville

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Current outfit:
☞ Hogwarts mandatory clothes with built in hoodie.
☞ Black army-type boots, with silver accents
☞ Silver pirate rings with the usual skull and crossbones decor.
☞ Several choker's, ranging from silver to black along with my usual assortment of piercings and a silver snake nose ring on my right flap.
☞ Black headphones with my magical radio in my pocket.

Current Hairstyle:
☞ Thick bun at the nape of my neck

I snorted at him.
"Ha! Please Mikey, why would I want to teach you about princess stuff for and I quote 'Educational purposes' when we can do like you said and sneak into the greenhouses?"
My eyes were glittering now with what my father called my Mischief Making face, and I as took his hand to stand up, I saw that his eyes were telling me something that he didn't have to speak for me to know. He was happy to have me as a friend and I was happy to have him.
I told him, softly now, gently as we started to walk towards the greenhouses. "Thank you. For what you said."
He turned to me and I looked into his blue eyes. They looked like oceans right now. He just smiled, understanding what I meant. we didn't't have to speak to be able to communicate. We just had to listen. That's what we did. We walked along the path, both of us marveling at the lake for a moment. I spoke then, shattering the silence. "You know, I never thought that I would have friends. On the first day of school, I told myself that it didn't matter, that friends were unreliable. But I was wrong. Friends are the greatest people that anyone can have. Friends are the family you choose after all.
I said. Looking at him. He smiled. I smiled right back. He looked just slightly shocked. I waited to see what he would say.

When she thanked him, he didn’t respond right away. He just looked at her with the kind that didn’t ask for anything back. He didn’t say “you’re welcome,” because he didn’t have to. It was in the way he kept walking beside her like it was the most natural thing in the world. The sun was starting to dip lower in the sky now, casting long amber streaks across the lake. The surface rippled gently with the breeze, light skipping across it like someone was skipping rocks made of sunlight. Mikey liked this stretch of quiet. The part where you didn’t need to fill it with words. The part where someone else was just there, and that was enough.

Then Nyx spoke again, and her words landed like something truer than anything the wind had carried so far. “Friends are the family you choose after all.” He stopped walking for just a moment and turned his head to meet her eyes, and something about the way she was looking at him made him feel seen. Like maybe she didn’t even realize how much what she’d said meant. Like maybe she’d said it without knowing someone had been waiting to hear it.

“I used to think that too,” Mikey said, voice steady but soft. “That friends weren’t worth the risk. That it was easier to just… keep people far enough away that they couldn’t leave.” He looked down and nudged a stray stone off the path with the tip of his shoe, watching it disappear into the grass.“But this place changes things. Or maybe it just gives you room to change. I don’t know. I’ve met people here who didn’t ask for explanations. They just stayed.”

They reached the greenhouse path. The glass shimmered with the reflection of the sky. The clouds looked like paint in motion above them. Mikey turned toward her and held her gaze longer this time. The breeze kicked up again, tousling a few strands of her hair. He didn’t look away. “I’m kind of glad we ran into each other.” Then the edge of his mouth curved up in a familiar way. “Even if you are secretly a poet,” he teased, “Who has a dramatic bond with a tree.” He joked glancing toward the greenhouse doors. “Let’s go see what’s blooming.”

☞ Speech
☞ Thoughts
☞ Narration

☞ Hogwarts mandatory clothes with built in hoodie.
☞ Black army-type boots, with silver accents
☞ Silver pirate rings with the usual skull and crossbones decor.
☞ Several choker's, ranging from silver to black along with my usual assortment of piercings and a silver snake nose ring on my right flap.
☞ Black headphones with my magical radio in my pocket.

Current Hairstyle:
☞ Thick bun at the nape of my neck

I laughed at him. Hard. Like there was no tomorrow. I was gasping for air when I stopped, and I started to tell him, my eyes still watering from all my laughing.
"I am NOT a poet. And I certainly don't have a dramatic bond with a tree." I complained, good-naturedly. He just grinned back at me like he knew a secret and wasn't going to share it. I grinned back at him, my face feeling like it was going to split under the pressure that my smile put on it. I felt happier then ever before, which is probably why the voice cam back to ruin it.
So, dorchadas, you finally found a friend. How nice.
Its sarcastic voice was ringing in my ears, my head, it felt like it was surrounding me and suffocating me. I inwardly growled. Trying to tell it to go away, trying to make it go away, but it only ignored my attempts and promised to come back before it thankfully went away. I heaved a silent sigh. At least not right now. I thought. Mikey looked back at me, and I gave him a grin. "Well? What are you waiting for?
I asked him once we had gotten to the greenhouse. I watched him turn to open the door.