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Baby Come Back
By restinpieceslover


A/N: I'd like to dedicate this one-shot to one of my best friends, Yasmine, who came up with a lot of the major concepts for the story, including Mr. Bean. : )

DISCLAIMER: This story is not approved, endorsed, or connected in any way to the members or management of My Chemical Romance, John Cusack, or Player.

This story is completely fictional and does not represent the views, policies, or practices of My Chemical Romance, John Cusack, or Player.

The movie dialogue used in the following one-shot is from "Say Anything", a 1989 film starring John Cusack and Ione Skye. I do not own, nor do I have any rights to this film other than as a viewer.

The song used for the title of the following one-shot, as well as the excerpt from the lyrics featured in it, are from "Baby Come Back" by Player. I do not own, nor do I have any rights to this song other than as a listener.

Don't own (only wish I did), didn't happen, don't sue.



"Shush, Mr. Bean! We don't want Mikey hearing you yet!"

Bob walks carefully into the apartment he and Mikey share, carrying a small case that holds a now anxious kitten. 

Bob's task that day had been simple; Go to the grocery store, buy a gallon of 2% milk, return home to his boyfriend. But today, our wonderful Bob Bryar had been sidetracked. 

After purchasing the aforementioned gallon of milk, he decided that he would walk further down the block to a jewelry store, planning to buy something special for Mikey.

You see, Bob and Mikey have been together for about two years now, and Bob is pretty sure he's ready to take the next step. And since Mikey wasn't with him, it seemed like the opportune moment to buy the ring. So, with shaking hands, Bob headed to Zales, hoping to find the engagement ring he felt Mikey deserved.

However, upon seeing a black and white kitten in the window of a pet store, Bob forgot all about his plans.

And now, here he is, trying to sneak a kitten into the apartment without letting Mikey know until he's ready to show him. Which is difficult, because not only is he carrying the kitten and the gallon of milk, but he's also trying to juggle the new litter box, bucket of litter, and bag of cat food at the same time.

So it's really no wonder Mikey hears all the commotion and decides to investigate.

"Bob? What's going on? What took you so long?" Mikey emerges from the bedroom in Transformers pajama pants, a 'Mikey Fucking Way' t-shirt, and Jack Skellington slippers. He stops dead in his tracks upon seeing Bob struggling with all the cat supplies, and raises an eyebrow. "What's all this for?"

Bob tries to seem nonchalant in presenting the kitten, but fails miserably. "Um...a kitten," he responds sheepishly, opening the case and allowing the kitten to walk out on shaky legs. "Isn't he adorable Mikey?!"

Mikey's eyes widen when he sees the feline walking around the living room. "Are you crazy, Bob?! You know I'm allergic to cats!"

Bob raises an eyebrow. "Since when?"

"Since forever! I'm sorry, Bob, but you're going to have to get rid of it."

Bob pouts. "But Mikey! He's so soft and warm and....have you seen him? He's adorable!"

Mikey sighs. "I know, Bobby, but....we can't have him living here with my allergies."

Bob huffs angrily. "Well, I'm not getting rid of him."

"Really now?" Mikey retorts, crossing his arms. "Well one of us has to go, Bob. So who's it gonna be? Me or it?"

"Mr. Bean."

"Excuse me?"

"His name is Mr. Bean. And like I said, he's not going anywhere."

Bob has no idea why he's suddenly so angry, but Mikey's refusal to even discuss options suddenly has him practically foaming at the mouth. He really doesn't want Mikey to go, he just...wants Mr. Bean to stay.

"Okay then, Robert. I guess I'll be leaving, then."

"Alright, go ahead." Secretly, Bob is hoping that Mikey will change his mind. But when Mikey re-emerges from the bedroom minutes later, now wearing a pair of Vans and carrying a small duffel bag, he knows it won't happen. But he also won't give up that easily.

"I'll be at my mom's house until you get rid of that thing," Mikey says exasperatedly as he opens the front door to the apartment.

"Mr. Bean," Bob corrects.

Mikey glares at Bob and Mr. Bean curled up on the couch before slamming the front door shut.

Bob sighs and gets up just as the street lights illuminate the Brooklyn street outside. No matter how upset he is at Mikey's stubbornness, he stills watches out the window to make sure Mikey gets to the car safely. An alarm goes off in his mind, however, when he sees that Mikey has opted to take the subway down the block. Still, he refuses to change his mind.

That night, he is incapable of sleeping at all. He tosses and turns, but cannot help but worry about whether or not Mikey reached his mother's house safely. He even considers calling to make sure he's there and safe, but since it's 2AM when he thinks of it, he decides against it.

Bob stays awake all through the next morning, and it's 10AM before he gets out of bed. He picks up the phone in the kitchen, quickly dialing Momma Donna's number. The phone rings three times before a very tired-sounding Mrs. Way answers it.

"Mmm...Ello?" she mumbles.

"Momma Donna! It's Bob."

"Oh....hello Bob."

"I'm really sorry to bother you, you think I could talk to Mikey?"

She sighs exasperatedly. "You're not bothering me, Bob. I just don't think Mikey really wants to speak to you right now."

Bob can feel his heart crack just a bit at her words. "Oh...okay then. Thanks anyway." He hangs up the phone dejectedly, sighing and burying his head in his hands at the kitchen counter. Suddenly, a very hungry Mr. Bean waltzes into the kitchen, meowing his demand for nourishment.

Bob glares at Mr. Bean. "This is all your fault."

Mr. Bean tilts his head to the side, as if trying to understand what Bob meant. And of course, Bob falls victim to the kitten's adorably confused expression. 

"Aaaww!" He picks Mr. Bean up, cuddling him in his arms. "I can't be mad at you!" Mr. Bean nuzzles his cold, wet nose into Bob's neck and he giggles, before putting on a serious face and thinking for a moment. "I love you already, but....I love my Mikey more. I'll feed you now, and then I'll go get Mikey. But as soon as I'm back, I've gotta take you back to where you came from."

Mr. Bean meows softly and licks Bob's chin.

"No! Don't do that! You're only making this harder!" He sighs. "Listen to me, I sound like I'm breaking up with you. I need some sleep. Or at least a little rest." Bob gently puts Mr. Bean back on the floor before filling a small bowl with food and another with fresh water. He walks into the living room, falling onto the couch as he flips on the television. A familiar voice fills the room, and bob makes himself comfortable as the movie plays on the screen.

"Lloyd, man, no babe is worth it, dude. Listen, hang with us, we'll teach you Bible structure!"

"Lloyd, man, you can't even trust 'em, man! Because you know what it's about? They spend your money, and they tell their friends everything, man. It's about economics! They tell them everything."

"Man, all you gotta do is find a girl who looks just like her, nail her, and then dump her, man! Get her off your mind!"

"Your only mistake was that you didn't dump her first! Diane Court is a show pony. You need a STALLION, my friend. Walk with us and you walk tall!"

"...Bitches, man!"

Bob chuckles lightly at the classic 80's teen movie on the screen. John Cusack is one of Mikey's favorites, he thinks.

"I've got a question. If you guys know so much about women, how come you're here at like...a Gas N' Sip on a Saturday night, completely alone, drinking beers, with no women anywhere?"


"By choice, man!"

"Dude, where'd she dump you, man?"

"...In my car."

"Your car?!"

"Aw, man, dissed in the Malibu?!"

"Hey, that's your castle, man!"

"Man, you never had a chance with a girl like that."

"Hey man, I was in love once, man. I got hurt really bad. I never wanna go through that again."


"Man, you're bringing me down, man!"

"Shut up, man!"

"We're going to a kegger, Lloyd! We're going to a kegger and we'd like you to come, man. We're gonna find you a girl. We're gonna find you a babe, man. We're gonna find you one hot-lit babe, instantly! Promise!"

"No, no. Look, I'm not gonna meet somebody like Diane Court at a kegger. I mean this girl was different, man. When we'd go out, we wouldn't even have to go out, y'know? We'd just hang out. That girl made me trust myself, man. I was walking around, and I was feeling satisfied. Can you imagine that? And then she cuts me loose. I don't know why. She won't tell me. I don't know what's the real reason. Maybe it's because of her father, I don't know. She won't talk to me. She won't look at me..."

Bob can feel the tears gathering in his eyes, but he refuses to let them fall. Frustrated, he shuts off the TV before falling asleep on the couch. When he wakes up five hours later, he knows exactly what he must do.

~+~ 7 PM ~+~

Bob has spent a portion of the afternoon in Zales, searching for the perfect engagement ring for Mikey. The rest, he spent trying to figure out what to wear. He considered getting dressed up in a tux, but he decided that he didn't want Mikey to realize his intentions as soon as he saw him. He almost wore a pair of black slacks and a button-down shirt, but that would ruin what he had in mind to ask for Mikey's forgiveness. Finally, he settles on a pair of dark green skinny jeans, a 'The Clash' band shirt, and a pair of classic black and white chucks. He then dug in the hall closet for his old beige trench coat, as well as a boombox he had acquired when he was 13, before grabbing his keys and the small black velvet box and heading for his car.

It's 7:30 and dark out when he arrives at Momma Donna's Bellville home. He's almost nervous as he parks his car in front of the house, but quickly shakes it off. There's no turning back at this point, he reminds himself. He steps out of the car and slips on the beige trench coat, rolling the sleeves up to his elbows, an retrieving the boombox from the backseat. Bob slips a tape into the boombox, before pressing play and holding it high above his head as the sound of Player brings music to the quiet Jersey block.

"Baby come back.

Any kind of fool could see

There was something in everything about you.

Baby come back. 

You can blame it all on me.

I was wrong, 

And I just can't live without you."

Truth be told, Bob's arms are getting tired, and he knows he's receiving strange looks from Momma Donna's neighbors by now. He begins wondering when Mikey will take the time to come outside and talk to him.

"Bob, what the hell are you doing?"

Bob nearly jumps out of his skin as he looks to his left to see Mikey and Gerard walking towards him, Rite Aid bags in hand. He gently puts the boombox down on the ground, turning down the volume but not turning it off.

"I'm, uh..." he begins sheepishly, putting his head down as a light blush spreads across his cheeks. "I'm trying to get you to come home, Mikey." He looks up to see Mikey's confused face, and Gerard's amused one. "I realized it was really stupid of me to choose a fucking kitten over you, and....I'm sorry. I just want you to come home."

Mikey smiles as Gerard begins to chuckle. "Bob, let me tell you, this has got to be one of the sweetest, most cliche, and quite frankly insane displays I've seen in a while," Gerard begins, putting a hand on Bob's shoulder. "But I'm afraid I've got some....well, maybe not bad news....."

Bob's eyebrows furrow in confusion. "What are you getting at, Gee?"

Gerard laughs again. "Do you see the address of the house you're standing in front of? It's 96 Salter Place, right?"

Bob nods.

"Well, Bob, our mother lives on Salter Place, alright. 69 Salter Place. You've got the wrong house, my friend!" He throws his head back, already in hysterics.

Bob's eyes widen and his cheeks turn a shade of red Crayola never could have created. He puts his head down as Gerard continues to laugh like a maniac, and Mikey smiles at him sympathetically. 

"Leave him alone, Gee. Go back to the house, I think he and I need to talk."

Gerard wipes at his tearing eyes. "Okay, Mikey. I guess I'll talk to you later." He hugs Mikey and begins walking down the block. However, just as he reaches the next house, a grinning Jepha Howard sticks his head out of a second floor window.

"Hey, Bob! Next time you decide to serenade me, how about something a little more appropriate, yeah?" He and Gerard go into hysterics and Bob's face turns a deeper red.

"Oh, mind your own goddamn business, will ya, Jepha?!" Mikey hollers before turning back to Bob. He eyes the boombox on the floor and giggles. "So, this was some show you put on, eh?"

"I feel like such an idiot, Mikey. I did all this because I thought you'd like it, y'know? I was watching Say Anything earlier and I thought, if John Cusack can do it, why can't I? And....oh god, Mikey I made such a fool of myself!"

"Hey, calm down Lloyd, you've got Diane back, and that's all that matters, okay?" Mikey chuckles, pulling Bob in for a hug. Bob hugs back, grinning until he remembers the velvet box in his pocket. He pulls away from the hug and Mikey tilts his head to the side, giving him a confused look much like the one Mr. Bean gave him that morning. "What is it, Bobby?"

"There was something else I came here to do, Mikey." He sighs, running his hand through his hair, and then taking one of Mikey's hands in his own. "Look, Mikey. We've been together for what, two years now? And uh....I don't know, I just...." He struggles to find the right words. "You're everything I could ever ask for, y'know?" He thinks back to the film. "You make me trust myself, Mikey. Because of you, I walk around feeling satisfied. You're everything to me, and as cliche as it sounds, I really do wanna spend the rest of my life with you. So..." Bob shakily gets down on one knee, pulling the small black velvet box out of his pocket as he watches Mikey's eyes widen. He opens the box, presenting the ring to Mikey, and takes a deep breath. "I love you with everything I've got, Michael James Way. Marry me?"

Bob holds his breath waiting for Mikey's answer, his nerves getting the best of him. "Get up, Bob," Mikey says after a few seconds. When he's in an upright position again, Mikey  holds out his left hand to let Bob slip the ring onto his finger. He wraps his arms around Bob's neck. "Of course I'll marry you, Bobby." He grins just before he closes the gap between his lips and Bob's, and Bob is so happy he feels like crying.

They hear cheers and whistles, and look up to see that Jepha is still hanging out of his window. "Whooo!!!!! Fina-fucking-ly! I was wondering how long it would be till you popped the question, Bobby!"

Mikey and Bob just laugh at Jepha's antics. "So, Mr. Bryar, what do you say we walk down to my mom's house and tell her the good news, then we go home and..." Mikey pauses, raising an eyebrow. "Celebrate?"

Bob smiles again. "That sounds perfect, Mr. Way."

"Don't you mean Mr. Bryar?"

"Not yet, darling, not yet."

Mikey pouts before lacing his fingers with Bob's as they proceed to put the boombox and the trench coat back in the car and walk down to Momma Donna's house.

Her house this time, of course.

As they walk, Bob notices the Rite Aid bag in Mike's hand again.

"Say, Mikey, what's in the bag?"

Mikey glances at the bag before giggling and answering, "Allergy medicine."


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