Junk

8

"MICKY?"

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Davy from downstairs calling out his name.

"YEAH?" Micky replied, trying to push the objects back into the box. He dropped the pair of glasses which hit the ground and broke off one of the temples.

"Sorry," he muttered, picking up the two pieces. They were already broken and fragile, and he only made it worse.

"What're you doing?" Davy asked at his normal volume.

"Just..." Micky said, pushing the box and its contents under the bed, "nothing."

"Yeah?" Davy asked, now standing behind him. He tapped Micky on the shoulder, causing him to jump up.

"Don't do that!" Micky shrieked, putting his hand over his chest. "Nearly gave me a heart attack!"

Davy raised his eyebrows, slightly amused.

"I really don't wanna have to play Mike but..." he started, crouching down.

"No!" Micky yelped as Davy pulled out the box. He didn't know why he felt so attached to it or why he didn't want Davy to see it, but it was like something they were never supposed to see. Davy frowned and sat down beside Micky, opening it slightly.

"What's this?" He asked, pulling out some of the contents.

"I...don't know," Micky admitted, "I think it's some of Mike's stuff and I really don't think we were supposed to see it."

Davy looked up at him, then turned his focus toward one of the photographs in his hand.

"And why's that...?" He asked in a whisper, squinting his eyes at it.

"Mike's just..." he sighed and pulled the box from Davy's hands, putting everything back in. "He's so secretive about his life and everything that happened before he met us...I don't want him to get upset at me for invading his privacy."

Davy sighed and looked at him sadly.

"You're not gonna upset him, Micky..." He said quietly. "He's not here, he can't get upset at you."

"Where is he, Davy?" Micky asked in a whisper.

"I...Micky," he sighed and wrapped his arm around him. "I'm sorry...but by now, it's probably fair to say..."

"He can't just leave in the middle of the night and die," Micky said sternly.

"He might've been in an accident—"

"We would know!" He snapped back. "They'd call us or we'd see it on the news!'

"Micky...I don't know, okay?" Davy said with a sigh. "I don't know."

"Neither do I, but-" Micky rambled. "But you don't see me going about-"

"Micky, please, just stop!" Davy cried out, causing Micky to snap back out of his mind. "I don't know where he is or if he's..." He sighed and looked down. "But he's not coming back, Micky," he said darkly. "The sooner you accept that the sooner everything will become easier."

Micky frowned and looked at him, mouth hung open.

"I can't believe you and Peter–"

"Well, believe it, Micky!" He snapped and Micky could see the tears in his eyes. "Mike's gone. I don't know where he is but if he hasn't come back now, he probably won't."

Micky sighed and nodded.

"You're right," he muttered reluctantly.

Davy nodded and pulled Micky into a hug.

"It's gonna be alright, Micky," he sighed. "I promise you it will be."

"Don't make promises you can't keep," Micky said with a sad laugh, pulling away from the hug. That was one thing Mike would always tell them.

"I'm keeping this one," Davy smiled and stood up. "Now, what do you want for dinner?"

"Oh, uh," Micky sat up straight and wiped his eyes. "Anything, I guess."

Davy nodded again and made his way to the door.

"Well, Peter and I will see if we can pick something up for us," he said, turning back around to him. "Do you wanna stay here?"

Micky looked down with a shrug.

"Well, we'll be back in a little bit, okay?"

"Okay..." Micky muttered, fearing they too were going to disappear if they walked out the door.

"Micky!" Davy called out, causing Micky to once again be pulled out of his train of thought.

"Huh, what?" He blinked and Davy let out a sad laugh.

"I said, maybe later, you could bring that box down and we can all go through it together." Davy offered.

"I don't know..." Micky muttered, looking back down at it.

"Well, if you wanna go through it, you shouldn't have to do it alone," Micky looked up and saw that Davy was smiling at him.

"Sure," Micky sighed and nodded. "That would be nice actually."
"We'll be back soon," Davy said, stalling in the doorway. "Okay?"

"Okay, yeah," Micky said, rolling his eyes and allowing an amused smirk to grow on his face.

Davy sighed, grinning, and left the room, heading downstairs. Micky could hear him talk with Peter before they left. Once they were finally gone, Micky let out the sigh he had been holding and allowed the tears to fall.

After what could've been anywhere from 2 minutes to an eternity, Micky could hear the door click open. He sat up and could hear Peter's call out: "MICKY, WE'RE BACK!"

Micky stood and grabbed the box again, taking a deep breath before he headed down the stairs to the others.

For a moment, he half-expected Mike to be there too.