A Day with My Chemical Romance (discontinued)

Hanging with Mikey

               “I’ll hang out with Mikey,” I volunteer, giving him a small smile. He looks down at the ground. I can tell he’s embarrassed.

            “Well now that that’s settled, Frankie and Bobster and I are going to the mall,” Gerard says, standing.

            “How are you going to do that, genius?” Ray steps in sarcastically, making Mikey and I laugh.

            Gerard turns to me. “Oh, I uh, forgot about that.”

            “I have a car in the garage, which is the door right next to the front door, that you can use,” I shrug. “Just don’t break it, or you’ll owe me some money.”

            He shrugs. “Okay, we can spare that.”

            “Are you crazy? No we can’t!” Frank protests. “We can’t even afford the money for a tow truck!”

            “Calm down, I was just kidding, Frodo.”

            “BURN!” Bob yells, making everyone laugh. Masquerading indignance, Frank huffs and crosses his arms, following Gerard down the hallway into the garage. Bob follows suit.

            Mikey and I exchange awkward glances. “Those two,” Ray shakes his head.

            “Well, he is pretty short,” I point out. Mikey grins.

            Ray stands after a lull in the air. “Well, if you two don’t mind, I’m going to go play some guitar in our useless van. That okay?”

            “I’m okay with it if you’re okay with it,” I gesture to Mikey. He nods and swallows. I wonder if he’s nervous. Okay, he has to be nervous- I’m a random girl Gerard DM’ed on Twitter. For all he knows, I could be a psychotic fangirl that wants to have his babies or something. I’m not, but I’m sure he’s at least a little suspicious.

            Ray nods. “Okay, well you know where to find me.” And he steps out the front door, closing it behind him and leaving Mikey and I alone.

            “So, what do you want to do?” I ask, standing up and clapping my hands. “Like I said, I have movies, video games…I can make you some food, coffee…”

            His eyes light up at the mention of caffeine. I laugh. “Coffee, then?”

            He nods vigorously. “Well, come on then. It’s in the kitchen.” He follows without  a moment’s notice. I guess coffee makes him come out of his shell.

            “Make yourself at home,” I gesture at the dinner table as I start getting the Folgers canister out of the refrigerator. “Do you want any creamer or sugar?”

            “No, I like it black, please.”

            “Sure thing.”

            There’s an awkward silence as I make the coffee- measure the grounds into a coffee filter, fill the pot with water, etc. I learned when I was little because Mom and Dad are always out at meetings and I’m practically an addict by now. It’s amazing that Gerard and Mikey share my love for it.

            “How do you like it?” Mikey asks, interrupting my train of thought.

            “I can drink it any way,” I reply, finishing the process and sitting next to him. “Black, creamer, sugar, instant, upside down or standing up.” He smirks a little. “It should be done in five minutes.”