What If We Didn't Know Bonus Chapter

"Fuck," I muttered, dropping my head in my hands as I heard another sob echo from my living room. Mikey was in there crying again. It broke my heart to hear him at it but every time I tried to comfort him he told me he was fine and just needed to be alone.

"This is all my fault."

I turned to find Bob standing in the doorway of my kitchen, watching me glumly as I leaned against the counter. He took a step into the room when I looked up at him, adding, "If I hadn't come, none of this would've happened."

I sighed. "You didn't know though. This is the parents' fault. Don and Donna's fault for giving up their son. Your parents' fault for letting him wander off. My mom's fault for letting Mikey stay with us instead of finding his real parents. This is so fucked up and there's nothing we can do."

Bob stood next to me as I lifted myself up to sit on the counter. "I know," he agreed. "And nothing good can come of this."

"Hold on," I stopped him, an eyebrow raised sceptically. "Nothing good?"

"What do you mean?" He questioned in confusion, looking at me with curious eyes.

"Oh come on," I laughed, scooting closer to him. I noticed that he didn't miss the movement, and his breathing picked up slightly. "When I first saw you I had you pegged as straight right away. But over the past few weeks it hasn't escaped my attention that you're attracted to me."

"But I am straight," he murmured, eyes fixated on my lips.

I laughed again. "Who're you trying to convince; me or you? The only thing that's straight about you is your little friend down south who seems very happy to see me."

He looked down in horror, only to find what I'd already pointed out. "Oh god, this is embarrassing," he whispered, running a shaky hand through his hair.

"Don't worry about it," I grinned, taking one of his hands in mine. "My southern friend is happy to see you too."

He looked down in surprise to see that I was once more telling the truth. "So you're... gay?" He asked uncertainly, brow furrowed and cheeks pink.

"I think it's the way Mom raised us," I joked, entwining our fingers and pulling him closer. "Mikey and I are about the gayest boys you'll meet."

Bob laughed, electric blue eyes twinkling. "And not only are you gay, but... you like me too?"

I rolled my eyes in amusement. "No," I answered sarcastically. "I've only got a boner because I'm so damn fond of this kitchen. Now stop talking and kiss me or something."

He chuckled but still looked sort of nervous, so I shifted his body between my thighs, wrapped my legs around his waist, and gave him an open mouthed kiss. He responded quite enthusiastically for someone who had been straight up until a week ago. I was actually rather proud that I'd converted the guy without even trying. I mean, without trying besides flirting nearly nonstop.

"What the hell?" I heard from behind Bob, and I pulled away to peer over his shoulder, knowing that my eyes would find Mikey.

I smiled at him sheepishly, giving a little wave. "Hey Mikey, what's up?" Bob's hands were clenched on the back hem of my t shirt, but I stroked a finger gently down his neck and he released it with a deep sigh.

"Really, guys? How long have you known each other?" Mikey asked resignedly, slouching toward the refrigerator. He yanked out the coffee creamer, looked at it sadly, and put it back before he grabbed a muffin from the counter and trudged right out.

"Why did he..." Bob began, wondering about the coffee creamer incident.

"He and Gerard are coffee addicts. I guess having coffee would bring back painful memories or something...?" I speculated, taking his face in my hands and turning it back to me. "Now where were we?"