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He made the poor decision of glancing back at her. He should have just left, but he couldn't resist just taking one more look. She was crying. Shit. His heart hurt, wrenching like someone was pulling it in all different directions. He didn't want to see her hurt.

Why'd he have to look back? He walked briskly towards the exit, holding back the tears that threatened to spill. He closed the door behind him without saying goodbye. Mickey paused on the porch, leaning against the door. "Not here. Don't break down here." He muttered to himself, trying to take deep breaths.

The boy slammed the back of his head against the door, cussing under his breath. He caught a younger demigod gawking at him and shot the kid a glare. "Fuck are you looking at?" he growled, clenching his fists. The words were repeated along with many dirty looks as he trudged back to his cabin, threatening to fight nearly every person he came across.

He lost it when he got back to the Aphrodite cabin. Broke down sobbing, punching walls and throwing stuff. Mickey kept going until he had tired himself off, sitting in the midst of the mess he created, knuckles bloodied and covered in shards of glass. He lit a joint, taking a long drag as he laid down, laughing a bit as the broken glass cut his back.

He burst out laughing at her words. Him, in love with her? Him, wanting to have a girlfriend? Him, wanting to buy flowers? Yeah, no. "Babe, I dunno if you know who you're talking to, but does that sound like me?" he asked, shaking his head while still grinning at the ridiculousness of what she had said.

There was a sinking feeling in his chest, though. Because he couldn't remember. Because he couldn't disprove her words. He could lie to her all he wanted but convincing himself would be a lot harder. What if he had said he loved her? So what, Mickey? You were drunk. It doesn't matter. He tried to convince himself that he didn't care. Just push the feelings down and ignore them. He hoped she wouldn't be able to tell.

"Well then I'd like to make you my girlfriend so I can bring you flowers," he decided, nodding with a goofy grin. Gods how he'd love to have her all to himself. He had never been tied down though and whether or not he could handle a relationship was debatable. Besides, it's not like Jessi was being serious. At least the boy assumed she wasn't, as she had no reason to be. Mickey knew he'd be a shit boyfriend, regardless of how much he loved her.

His usual smirk played upon his face again at her comment. "I do quite like a bit of fun..." he mused, deciding it'd be in his best interest to take up the offer. For once in his life sex hadn't been on his mind and yet his other head seemed to have different ideas. Not that he could complain, exactly. Besides, just the thought of feeling her again brought him to a full erection. Might as well make use of it.

---SECKSIES---

Pain. So much pain. His head throbbed to the point where he could barely think, groaning and rolling over only to find a warm body next to him. He opened one eye to take a peek but quickly shut it, muttering a curse. Yep, definitely hungover. He sighed, scooting closer to the person, who, as far as his hands could tell, was a girl. Or a guy with boobs. Either way, it didn't really matter. He just wanted to get out of there before they woke up. He mustered up the courage to open his eyes once more, struggling to sit up. He tried to survey the room but was hit with a wave of nausea, groaning as he flopped back onto the pillow.

Jessi. He recognized the cabin as being Zelus', and she was the only prodigal. He decided that fleeing the scene could wait, pulling her close to him. He had never quite understood the point of spooning until then, lips gently pressed against her shoulder as her body melded with his. He smiled softly to himself, a bit proud of having scored with her several times now. And it seemed he always stayed with her for cuddling. Besides, he didn't really want to get out of bed with his hangover wreaking hell.

Drunks are impossible to talk to in that they don't listen and generally make little sense. In any other situation, the boy would've simply seduced her or have gotten frustrated and left. However, Mickey was drunk himself. The change of subject didn't even register to him, only giggling at her words.

She liked being called princess, and she wasn't just any princess. She was his princess. Well, not officially, but he'd make it happen. Besides, she was practically already wrapped around his finger. At least, that's how it seemed to the Aphrodite boy. In all reality he was the one under her control. He'd deny it fervently, mostly to himself, but he was hopelessly in love. The only time he seemed to accept this fact was when he had a bit too much to drink. And gods did he feel it.

"Well, princess, I really do like you," he replied, followed by a soft kiss. His eyes searched hers and he let out a sigh. "I think you're my first love. Isn't that stupid? The son of the love goddess and I've never even loved," The only thing Mickey had ever loved was his childhood dog. He was devastated when the dog passed. His father always pushed him away so he learned at a young age to return the coldness. As for his mother... He had a bit of spite for the goddess. There was certainly no love to be found. It was a miracle the boy was alive with his heart so dead. It seemed that the fiery girl before him had sparked something inside of him. With any luck the two wouldn't burn.

Her smile made Mickey's stomach do somersaults. People talk about getting butterflies but it was more like the entire zoo had been let loose in the boy's abdomen. Jessi kissing him certainly didn't help to lessen the situation, worsening it if anything. He kissed her back, trying not to smile but failing. He couldn't help it. He was happy. That's a thing people do when they're happy, right? Smile?

It felt like the kiss lasted forever, something he could hardly complain about. There was something different about it this time. They weren't as desperate. There was no rush or hunger, just the two of them in complete peace. He slowly pulled away, a soft smile blessing his features. His cheeks were tinged pink, something that could easily be attributed to the alcohol. He hummed softly, giving her one more peck. "You make me all bubbly and happy," he murmured, fingers gently tracing up and down her spine.