This Elevator only goes up to Ten. (A Mikey Way fic)

Chapter Two - nothing happens so idk what to title this

(A/N: I would title it some dramatic MCR song lyric or something but nothing important happens, //that's why there's no photo or anything xD// I'll try to involve Mikey a bit more in the next chapter hhhh. It's moving really slow but I'll try harder, and there might even be an update later today :00 I'm kind of thinking a fight between Gerard and Natalie and Mikey gets involved somehow ??? idk man but I'll shut up now. Enjoy! Or try at to enjoy at least ???)

~Natalie's POV~

My alarm went off again at exactly 11:45 and I got myself up, and actually got ready this time.

I texted him at around 12,
'Omw'

I got in the car, when I started driving, thoughts clouded my head. Driving always made me anxious, but I just didn't show it, i was able to control only that much of it.

I focused on the road, and when I got there i sighed, and I checked my phone. He replied 'Okay' about ten minutes ago.

I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell, leaning against the wall.

The door opened and we wrapped our arms around each other. Yes, it was that kind of friendship, but we didn't like each other anymore.

We let go and he sighed, "Hey," he muttered, "Hi," i replied. "I don't know when-" he glanced at the door, "nevermind. Do you mind if we go in the other room?" I shook my head and we walked over.

We sat on the bed and leaned against the wall on separate sides, "What were you about to say earlier? When you said you didn't know when...." I paused, possibly imitating him.

He sighed, "Nothing, just Mikey. I don't know when he's getting home."

"I've never really had a full-on conversation with him, do you know why that is?"

He shrugged. "No, he just picks his own friends I guess. And they don't come up often but I know he has a few."

I shrugged back as he continued, "and he's not a really social person. Not really 'shy', just, he doesn't put in effort to talk to anyone."

"Does he avoid me?" I asked.

"No, I don't think. We don't talk about other people much so I don't know. But probably not, if so, he just avoids everyone. Sorry, I'm probably not helping."

"No - it's just, I don't know if I ever should talk to him, so maybe it's just better to learn about him instead."

"You should."

"What?" I asked."

"Talk to him, I mean. I'm not well at introducing people, but, somehow something will come up."

"Gee - I've known you for almost two years, nothing has come up between me and your brother. Not one thing. I don't expect anything to happen soon."

He sighed, raking a hand through his hair. "Maybe I can do something," he lazily insisted.

"Like?"

"I don't know, how about we go for coffee, I'll ask him about it."

"That would work, I guess. Thank you."

"Weird you're taking an interest all of a sudden." He admitted.

"You're the one that brought it up!... Kind of..."

The ghost of a smile tugged on the corners of his lips.

He shrugged, "When where you wanting to do this?"

I sighed and shrugged back. "I don't know."

"Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow.. I'm not sure."

"Are you nervous about this?"

"No, I mean, maybe. If you were in my situation you'd understand why, I'm over so much and he probably sees me a lot - we just don't make conversation, all of a sudden, we're going for coffee... You'd get it if you were me."

He scratched the back of his neck, sighing. "I'm probably not telling you any positives about him-" he paused and his gaze flicked to the window.

"He's here, we might want to change the subject in case he somehow hears us. I'll talk to him about it."

"Now?"

"If you want."