Priceless (A MIKA Fanfic) (Remake)

Chapter 26

When we reached his front door, Mica pulled a small key from the pocket of his school blazer, and he unlocked it. He entered the house, and I stepped inside after him. Then he locked the door, and turned to me.

"I just realised that you didn't see my room the last time you were here." Mica said to me.

Then he began to walk up the stairs, and he gestured for me to follow him. He led me into a room on the right hand side of the stairs, and I guessed that it was his.

I looked around. Mica's room was almost a reflection of his personality. The walls were painted a dark shade of green, and there were many boxes and shelves around the place, holding many items of colourful clothing and unusual but beautiful accessories. There was a brightly coloured carpet on his floor, decorated with pictures of flowers. As I looked down at it, I saw that there were also a few vintage toys scattered around as well.

"Sorry that it's such a mess." Mica apologised, sighing and looking around at his bedroom.

"It's okay." I told him, sitting myself down on the edge of his bed.

He sat down beside me, moving a blanket out of the way to give him more room.

"Where are your mum and your siblings?" I asked him, noticing that I hadn't seen them on entering the house.

"They're all at an event at my siblings' school. My mum let me stay at home, and she said I could invite you over if I wanted. I was planning to anyway, though, because we hardly get to see each other nowadays." he told me.

"Oh." I said, feeling happy that Mica had actually wanted to spend time with me.

"The most we get to see of each other these days is when we spot each other in the corridors, or when we have lessons together and dare to look at each other. And it's not enough. I wish we could just show that we love each other, but we can't." he said with a sigh.

"Yeah. . .I know. Why can't the other kids just leave us alone?" I said, with an equally exasperated-sounding sigh.

Then he moved closer to me, and reached out to hold my hand in his.

"It's all because of them. They're the ones who have made us feel like this, as if we have to be ashamed of the fact that we're together. But they're the ones who should be ashamed, not us." Mica said.

"But we don't have to be scared of them when we're away from them." I said.

"That's right. We don't." Mica whispered.

Then he leaned in and kissed me, and I kissed him back. He was right, really. It wasn't fair that we hardly got to see each other anymore just because of the opinions of people at our school. Even though we wanted to spend more time together, we also cared about protecting ourselves and each other from the bullies. So we couldn't just stop caring about what they said, because we knew how it would affect the both of us.

When the kiss ended, Mica lay back onto his bed. He was still holding my hand, so he pulled me back with him. I felt him wrap his arms around me, and I laid my head on his chest.

Then I remembered something. I had been planning to kill myself that day. I didn't want to ruin the moment, but something told me that I should tell Mica about it.

"Mica?" I whispered to him.

"Yes?" he said.

"I. . .I thought about killing myself today." I confessed.

I was scared of how he would react. Telling him that I wanted to commit suicide was quite a big thing to just come out with like that, and I didn't know what he would say to me about it.

Mica immediately sat up straight, and he looked at me.

"What did you say?" he asked me, as I sat up as well to face him.

"I wanted to commit suicide today." I repeated, more quietly this time, as I was afraid of his reaction.

I saw Mica's eyes fill with tears, and then he had pulled me into a hug. It wasn't like how he usually hugged me, though. It felt as if he didn't want to let go in case he was going to lose me.

"Victoria, no." he whispered.

I heard his voice break as he said this, and I could hear him trying to hold back a sob.

"Don't take your own life because of the people that make fun of you. They're just awful people, and they're not worth it. You're so much better than them." Mica said to me through his tears.

"But I'm not. I'm just worthless." I said, feeling as if I was going to cry myself.

"You're not worthless. You're priceless. You're just worth so much that there isn't a word for it." he told me.

Then he let go of me, and held both of my hands in his, looking straight at me.

"Victoria, if you killed yourself. . .I would want to die too. I love you so much, and I can't lose you. You're the only person that has ever cared about me, and I care about you too. Just don't go. Please." he said, tears running down his cheeks now.

Then I began to cry too at his words, in disbelief that anyone would actually care about me that much. But I could tell that Mica meant what he was saying, and that was how I knew he cared.

"Okay." I whispered, looking up at him.

He pulled me into a hug again, and I could still hear him crying slightly, which caused a few more tears to escape from my eyes. Then when he let go of me, he lay back down on the bed, and gestured for me to join him. I lay beside him, and he held me in his arms once more.

"Don't ever think about killing yourself again, okay?" he whispered to me.

"I won't." I told him, though I wasn't sure if I was being honest.

"Good." he said, kissing me lightly on the forehead.

We lay there for a while in silence, just appreciating the company of each other. Then after a few minutes, I heard a light snoring sound from next to me. Mica had fallen asleep. I turned to look at him, and I saw him sleeping soundly beside me, his perfect chocolate curls falling in front of his equally perfect face. He looked even more cute when he was sleeping.

Smiling, I turned back around and lay there, thinking about Mica. How did I deserve to be loved by someone like him? He was handsome, kind and just an amazing person. He deserved so much better than me, but he stayed with me and somehow saw my good qualities. And I loved him for that, because it was something not many people did.

I snuggled up to him, and I felt him pull me closer towards him in his sleep. Then I closed my eyes, and I slowly drifted off to sleep too, our heartbeats in sync with each other.

After a while, Mica woke up, waking me as well. He sat up and stretched, and I looked at the clock on his bedroom wall to see how long we'd been asleep. An hour. I heard people talking downstairs, and I realised that Mica's mum and siblings must be back.

"How long have we been asleep?" Mica asked me, yawning.

"An hour. And I think your family is home now." I told him.

Mica listened to see if his mum and siblings were back, and he nodded.

"Yeah, I think they are." he said.

When it was time for me to leave, I walked down the stairs of Mica's house. He unlocked the door, and I was about to leave when he stopped me.

"Victoria, wait." he said.

"What is it?" I asked him.

"Promise me you won't try to kill yourself tonight. Or hurt yourself, or do anything like that at all." Mica said quietly.

"I'll try not to." I promised, and that time I meant it.

"I really hope you don't." he said.

Before I left, he kissed me again, and then I began my walk home.