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When Mike first met Dave, he couldn’t say he thought too highly of the man, firstly because he was Debbie’s ex, an ex he didn’t know about and also because he handcuffed him as if he committed a crime when he was actually telling the truth, so no, not a great first impression. It didn’t help that the guy looked like that, like come on, at least be ugly, he used to think. However, he guesses that going through what was essentially the clown apocalypse nothing that happened before that really mattered.
After it all ended, after they were taken to the police station to question, Mike realized that his life—their life—couldn’t go back to normal. Not only because he was going to have psychological scars for the rest of his existence and could never look at a normal circus clown, but Mike found that he himself didn’t want his life to go back to the way it was.
He started avoiding Debbie, and he felt real awful about it, but his head was a mess, he barely could concentrate in his classes, he just saw life in a different light now. Debbie was angry too, she reached out multiple times, even went to his house, and stood by the door, knocking until she tired and left eventually.
He kind of suspected Debbie and Dave still talked, he didn’t blame her, and he didn’t feel jealousy. He figured that if she still had feelings for the guy he should go for it, Dave was a real good guy.
But when the blonde appeared on his doorstep, with Debbie’s arm intertwined with his Mike didn’t know how to feel.
“Hey.” it’s the only thing that came out of his mouth. Like an idiot, he decided, he felt like an idiot.
Dave arched an eyebrow. But before he could open his mouth Debbie took two steps pinched him hard on the arm. He let out a whine. “What the hell, Debbie?”
“I should be the one saying that, asshole!” was her response. “Who do you think you are, avoiding me without giving me a reason? I’m your girlfriend. “
“I thought you wanted to be with Dave.” He couldn’t bring himself to lie. The aforementioned’s eyes widened for a second before a neutral expression took over his facial features. He shifted his gaze towards Debbie and put a hand on her shoulders, her posture immediately relaxing. “I mean, I’m not angry or anything.” That was a bit of a lie, he felt something, he didn’t think it was anger but it was something while he watched them together.
“I think we should talk, Mike. Let’s go in.” He wanted to protest a little more, this was his house, but then it seemed like every time gave an order his body felt compelled to obey. So he sighed and closed the door after them. They both sat on the couch, and Mike scratched his neck, not knowing if he should offer them something, although the situation was so strange he didn’t know if there was correct protocol.
“Why are you guys here?” he settled on, deciding to keep standing in front of the two. Before Debbie could explode once more Dave took the lead.
“We were worried about you, Mike. Debbie said you didn’t want to talk to her anymore.” The girl grunted, while crossing her arms.
“No offense but killer clowns from outer space almost killed us, I’m sorry if I needed some time.” He bit back. Debbie’s gaze softened and he felt a rush of affection for her overtake him. Jesus, he was a mess. “Also,” he continued. “I didn’t really wanna come between you two.”
Debbie rolled her eyes.
“This again.” She stood from the couch and once again her face got closer to his, but this time she grabbed him by the sides and kissed him, his common sense told him to push her away, aware of the fact that Dave was just right there, but another, louder part of him, couldn’t help but chase after her lips, the fact that Dave was also part of the fantasy encouraged him to kiss her harder, desire clouding his mind. She smiled at him after their mouths parted, old sweet Debbie. She untangled herself from Mike’s embrace and turned towards Dave. Mike also looked at him, expecting to get his ass beaten and another pair of handcuffs but Dave looked pretty damn pleased with himself. And now Mike just felt confused.
“Dave also wants to kiss you.” The sentence hit him like a bucket of cold water, but his entire face got warm. “We both want you, Mikey.”
He didn’t know what to say when Dave got up from the couch and stood next to Debbie, looking at him. He looked a little sheepish but otherwise gave no indication that he was backing up or that this was a joke on him for their sick entertainment.
“Are you the clowns?” He didn’t move his eyes from them, standing there, holding hands. They did look good together, maybe he just had a thing for blondes?
“Stop talking, Mike.” Said Dave, and, yeah, okay, he could do that. He had to, because Dave was kissing the living shit out of him too, his hands settling on Mike’s shoulders like he did with Debbie before, caressing them as it to calm him down. A contrast to how aggressively he was kissing him, like he’s been waiting to do so since a long time and wanted Mike to know it. He melted against him and when he needed air to breathe he reluctantly separated. Dave put their foreheads together, just looking at him. Mike tried not to felt shy about the whole thing but he probably failed judging by the smiles from the other two.
He ended up on the coach too, in the middle while the three of them dozed off but unwilling to let go of each other.
Yeah, he felt pretty damn good.