~Ray's POV~
I know that something's not right. It's been one month-well, yesterday was exactly one month, but let's not get technical here- since the incident with Alicia and Christa. None of us have spoken since then. Well, Mikey hasn't spoken to Alicia or Christa, and the same goes for myself. But... The last few days, something's been up with Mikey. I can't quite place my finger on it, nor can I come to any conclusion as to why he would act any differently.
Looking at his behaviour, I should have realized something was nagging at the back of his mind. It was the reason he was awful at keeping secrets.
After the show that night, I pull him aside. He's tired, I can tell. He doesn't move around on stage very much, but I know that he still puts everything into what he does. We also played a rather long set, and ever Frank was lacking his post-show euphoria that usually accompanied him for hours after shows.
"Mikey." He rubs his eye and yawns.
"Yeah, Toro?" I wrap and arm around his shoulder and walk him out to the bus. Frank and Gerard would be goofing off with some of the techs for a bit, I figured. Mikey's arm went around my waist and his head rested perfectly in the crook of my neck. I kiss his forehead and sit down on the rather dirty couch. We really needed to clean up for once.
"What'd ya want, Torosaurus?" He giggles tiredly, his eyes drifting closed.
"I wanna know what's on your mind. I can tell you're not tellin' me something. Please tell me?" He looks up, eyes wide and kind. The corner of his mouth quirks down and then he's crying into my neck, begging me not to hate him. I could never hate him, he should know that. But you will, I know you will, he says. I shake my head. No, Mikey, never in a million years. Never.
"I talked to Alicia." His voice is barely over a whisper, but it's loud in the empty bus. "And..." He takes a breath. "And she says that... That..." He bursts into tears again.
"Sh, Mikey. Just tell me." I brush his hair out of his eyes.
"She said that Christa's pregnant and it isn't yours, but didn't tell you and I wasn't sure when to tell you, and now you hate me, don't you?" He stood up and ran back to his bunk while I was left there to wonder what I'd done to make him think I hated him.
