Sweet Surprises {Missy&&Mikey}

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It was Mikey's day off, and his bandmates hadn't wanted to practice or perform today. So, he had the entire day to himself since Missy worked today. He always felt bad doing nothing while Artemis worked. He hated knowing that she was working her ass off to help support the two of them, and he was just laying in bed or watching TV. He also hated the fact that Missy had to work. She was so young and in school. She had a lot on her plate, and Mikey knew that. He just wished he could take some of her work load away from her. He had gotten another job, the first one being his music, so they were getting more money in than they had in the past. But Mikey had no wish to go to school. He knew what he wanted out of life, and he was just going to go for it instead of spend money to learn what he already knew about music. 

So, Mikey woke up around nine, which was early for the redhead. He got a shower and cleaned himself up before he decided to call his mom. He talked with her for an hour about random things happening in both of their lives. After he hung up, he Skyped with his little sister Piper. They talked for a few hours while Mikey cleaned up around the apartment. After he got off the phone with Piper, he went to the couch, laying with his feet in the air, his head touching the ground. He watched as the ceiling fan twirled around, and then he jumped up off the couch, searching the cabinets for ingredients to make cupcakes. Mikey had NO idea how to make cupcakes or really anything for that matter. He really just lived off snack foods, sandwiches, fast food, or whatever Missy made that night. He jumped on Google, searching what he needed for cupcakes, and then he made a list of things he needed at the store. He went to the store, bought everything he needed, including a juice for Missy. He was walking home when he passed a pizza shop, and he decided to pick up a pizza so neither of them had to cook tonight. Once he left the pizza shop, he saw a flower shop, and he knew he had to get his girlfriend some flowers. 

With his arms packed to the max with things, he made his way home, setting everything on the counters of their small kitchen. He placed the flowers on the table as a centerpiece, hoping she would absolutely love them. He set her pomegranate juice next to them as well. He then went to make cupcakes, burning the first batch. He threw them out, and then started over again, this time being more careful. He took a small nap while the cooled, and then he began to decorate them. He placed the little shark-cupcakes on the counter, nodding in approval at his creation. He had no idea if they tasted good, and he really wasn't wanting to try one to make sure. He looked at the clock, and then threw the cold pizza into the oven to heat back up. 

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Missy had a long day today. She had a short class first thing and then worked the lunch shift at WD-50 which lasted until someone relieved her just before the dinner rush. It never used to feel so bad before she started college. At least she got to sleep in during the morning back then, but now that time was taken up by an hour long lecture by a professor whose name she couldn’t pronounce properly no matter how many times she tried it. Still, she wasn’t the type of girl to complain. She had wanted to go to college and she had patiently waited to enrol, saving up money until there was time and a semi-comfortable arrangement financially for her and Mikey. She had never minded being the one who went out to work while Mikey followed his dreams, but there was no reason why both of them couldn’t do what they loved at some point. That was why Missy had found a balance between work and school, even if that balance left her sluggish come the weekend and came with far too many late nights for her liking. She was on her second bottle of concealer since last fall to help hide the dark circles under her eyes for work; customers wouldn’t have faith in a waitress who looked like she might confuse their orders or pass out behind the doors to the kitchen.

She was almost part of the furniture at WD-50 now. She had worked there for three years, had been full time up until the end of last summer. Regulars knew her name as well as management. She had changed into the simple black trousers, white shirt combo upon her arrival and pinned back her blonde hair into a simple bun. The shift ahead was no different to most of the others Missy had worked there and she breezed through the majority of it with ease. It was in the last hour when she caught the kitchen door on its backwards swing as she was heading on through with dishes and ended up the centre of attention as one smashed and two spun on their edges but miraculously remained intact. She sighed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear and bent down to clean up the mess while Ulysses fetched some cleaning supplies to lend a hand. A sharp corner of one of the broken shards caught her hand and she winced, hissing at the pain and groaning at the sight of her own blood in her palm. There was a blur of another waiter covering for her while an accident report and first aid took priority and Missy’s hand was wrapped in gauze a layer too thick in her opinion.

By the time everything was cleaned away and she was done filling in paperwork for an injury that was more of an inconvenience when it came to holding a pen more than anything else, Missy realised it was time to go home. She really wanted to just curl up on the couch with the cats, Mikey if he wasn’t busy, and just veg. There was probably school work she ought to look over, but she was groggy and just wanted a few hours to herself to relax. She changed out of her uniform, shoving it into her bag to be washed when she got home, and then walked the half hour walk home with her big headphones over her messy hair – she couldn’t be bothered to brush it out after letting it down from the neat bun. Turning her key in the door of the basement apartment, Missy kicked it opened with a sadly scuffed boot and then dropped her bag next to the door, closing it behind it. She looped her headphones around her neck, music still blasting from them. “Mikey? Puddin’, you home?”

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<sub>While he waited for his beautiful girlfriend to get home, Mikey had gone to take a shower. Before he got into the shower, he looked at his body in the full length mirror. Back when Mikey could afford therapy, they had told him to look at his body and just tell himself that it was perfect just the way it was. He had scarred skin from being set on fire as a child, and he had always been self conscious about it. It had caused him to have severe depression, which he still had. He had felt so awful and unworthy that he had began cutting at a young age, and the scars were still very relevant. So when he looked at himself in the mirror, he saw the burned skin, but he also saw the scars that were self inflicted. He tried to look at himself and tell himself that he was okay just how he was, but he had to look away. He felt like he was lying to himself, and it turned his mood into one of shame. He hurried up and showered, then he got dressed. When he heard Missy's voice, he got a big smile on his face, and he grabbed the flowers and juice off the table. He walked over to her, gently leaning in to kiss her cheek. 

"I'm here, doll."

He told her, handing the juice and flowers towards her. 

"I got you some stuff today."

He added, then he noticed her hand. He raised an eyebrow, then he looked at her. He didn't like seeing his love hurt, whether that be physically or emotionally. It made him go into protective mode. He furrowed his eyebrows, then pursed his lips, concern washing over his face. 

"What happened to your hand, babe!?"

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For a long time Missy had struggled with who she was. She had been raised in a very conservative Catholic household where there were strict rules to follow and high expectations of what she ought to be. Missy’s own wishes and identity had been lost somewhere amongst all of that until she had met Mikey and realised that she should be following her heart. She hadn’t wanted to be the person her parents were dressing her up to be and trying to shape her into. She had her own ideas for her life that she wanted to turn into a reality. Making that choice had ultimately cost Missy her family. It was five years later and her parents hadn’t spoken to her once in all of that time. It upset her, but deep down she knew she had made the right choice, and Missy hadn’t given up hope that they might answer her call one day or send a letter or card to the address she wrote on everything she sent to them. They were her mom and dad even if she didn’t share their belief or commitments. They hadn’t approved of Mikey, but he had been the best thing to happen to her. He still was the best thing.

Hearing Mikey’s voice and seeing him brought a smile to Missy’s tired face. If he had been out with the band she might have crawled into her pyjamas and into their bed for the night. “Oh, you didn’t have to! But I love them, thank you.” She pushed herself up to kiss him sweetly and then took the flowers from him first, inhaling their sweet scent. The juice she unscrewed and gulped back a mouthful immediately, not realising how dry her throat had been on the walk home. Missy skipped through to the kitchen to grab one of her vases and some water for the flowers. She grabbed the blue one that she had jazzed up with half a bottle of glitter she had laying around from the Christmas before and then arranged the flowers neatly, setting them on the tiny kitchen table they had set in the small space. They brightened the place – and Missy’s lethargic mood – right up.

Missy glanced down at her over bandaged hand and sighed. She was going to fix the dressing before she went to bed, that was for sure. It made it look worse than it felt. “I dropped a plate in work. I cut my hand when I was cleaning it up. It’s not as bad as it looks. I’ve had worse when I’ve been crafting.” It might not have been true, but she hated making Mikey worry and her hand really didn’t feel that bad anymore. She couldn’t feel anything beyond the white bandage, but that didn’t mean anything. She looked up at her boyfriend and flashed him a reassuring smile. “I’m fine, I promise. I just need the pizza I can smell.” She smirked, pressing her lips to his chin.

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Mikey had never thought he would find someone like Missy. Before he had met her, he hadn't really thought about dating. He had been too preoccupied with his past and with his adoption. He had been trying to mentally recover from the tragic past he had, and he had been trying to make it as a musician in their small town in Alabama. But once he had met Missy, his world had changed. She had been everything he felt was missing in his life, and he tried to keep her for as long as she would let him. He had no intention of ever leaving her or the breaking up. He wanted a life with her more than he wanted anything in this world, including having a music career. All she had to do was say the word, and he would grow up and go to college. He would go and become someone she would be proud of. But from what he gathered in their five years together, she wanted him to do what made him happy. It was something that people told him he would never have. People always told him that a respectable woman wouldn't want to be with someone who wasn't going to go anywhere in life. Well, Mikey was happy to say that those people were extremely wrong. Missy was the most respectable woman Mikey had ever met. She was hard working, loving, and creative. She wouldn't let anything get in her way, and that was something he found amazing about her. 

When he saw her smile, he couldn't help but melt. He had always heard of people saying that love was blinding, but only for the first year of dating and the first year of marriage. He had always believed that relationships were to be happy in the beginning and then comfortable in the end. With Missy, he felt butterflies even five years after they had been dating. All it took was a smile or a giggle from the blonde, and he was giggling and acting like a school girl in love. 

"But I wanted to."

He told her, returning her small kiss before pulling away and grinning from ear-to-ear at her. 

"You work so hard. I just wanted to give you a nice surprise and a day off."

He added. Then he looked at her hand, concerned again. 

"Miss, that looks pretty rough. Did they clean it well before bandaging it?"

He asked. Mikey was no doctor, but he was pretty good with dealing with blood and bandages. He had taken great care of his scars, making sure none of them became infected. He had never had an infected cut before, though his burn scars had gotten infected once or twice before heeling completely. He moved to wrap his arms around her, grinning goofishly when she kissed his chin. 

"Good, because I slaved over that pizza."

He teased, making his way into the kitchen. 

"Well, slaved over putting it in the oven, but still. I slaved."

He dragged the last word of his sentence out. 

"You just sit down on the couch and get comfy. I'll make you a plate and bring it in. I also have one more surprise, but I'm not sure if they're any good."

He called to her, getting two plastic plates down from the cabinet and putting two slices of pizza on each plate. He also placed one of the vanilla cupcakes, iced to look like a shark on the plate, walking into the living room. handing a plate to her. 

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Missy hadn’t minded being the one who worked for the first few years of their life together in New York City. She wanted Mickey to chase his dreams the same way she was now chasing hers. Missy liked to think that all things were eventually possible, even if they took time to achieve. She had faith in Mikey, though there were times when money was tight or she had to hold off buying something she needed because they had bills coming out that week and an electricity supply was far more important than a college textbook. Being kicked out at sixteen did mean that she had grown up faster than she would have liked, but Missy was at peace with that now. Of course it would have been nicer if her parents didn’t act like she didn’t exist, but Missy was content with what she had. She loved Mickey, enjoyed her job, and now her college classes were letting her chase what she had always wanted to do. It might not have been how she imagined her life a decade ago, but she couldn’t stomp her feet and complain at the hand she had been dealt.

“A real day off would be nice. I can’t wait for the end of semester.” That was still a long way off, but when it came it would give Missy a summer of only work to deal with. And she didn’t mind putting in the hours at the restaurant. There was rarely ever any trouble there and she usually got fairly decent tips that she liked to save up in a money box and then put towards upgrading something in their apartment. She saved her vacation days for when Mickey had a gig with the band, or when finals were coming up so as not to be struggling when she really needed them. “Yes, yes. They acted like I was haemorrhaging out. I swear it’s just a nick on some crappy old plate.” It hadn’t been worth the fuss the staff at work had made and she didn’t want Mickey turning it into a drama either. “It’s tiny, I swear.” She covered her sore hand with the other and turned away.

Smiling widely, she let out a small laugh. “That is a lot of work for you.” She said teasingly. Missy usually did the cooking for the pair of them – a job she didn’t mind. It was why when Mikey brought food home or did something like this she would playfully joke around with him about it. “I’m gonna get changed first. Meet you in there.” She hastily moved to the bedroom and changed from her clothes to her pyjamas, rolling the too long pant legs up so she didn’t trip on them. Then she went and got settled on the couch just in time for Mikey’s return. She took one look at the cupcake and laughed in delight. “Oh my god, I don’t want to eat it! I want to keep it!” She laughed, picking it up to look at it closely.

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