~Ray's POV~
Mikey refused to come out of his bunk. I had panicked when he first freaked out and had called Gerard. He had ran back to the bus, Frank, Jamia and Lyn-Z in tow, and had gone to Mikey's bunk. Gerard's voice and Mikey's crying was the only thing any of us could hear. Frank sat next to me, nervously biting his thumbnail. Lyn-Z and Jamia kept casting one another nervous glances. I wanted to ask if they knew what was going on, but I felt like it my words would just hang there and no one would respond.
After a while Gerard came back out. He didn't look good. He looked nervous, sad and overall pissed off. I hadn't really seen the pissed off side of him very much. Not when we were teenagers, not during Bullets and not even during Revenge, when he was at his worst. Frank jumps up, waiting for something. Anything. Come on, Gerard.
"Christa's pregnant." I had heard that much from Mikey just as he broke down. It wasn't mine. "It's not yours, Ray." I nod. I knew that. He takes a breath. "It's Michael Pedicone's." I blink once. Twice. A third and fourth and fifth time.
"What the...?" Frank starts, turning to go down to Mikey's bunk, but Gerard catches his arm and shakes his head.
"Don't, Frank." He says solemnly. Frank turns to him.
"Why the hell not! Jesus, Gerard, that's your brother! If it has nothing to do with him, why is he so upset! You're not telling us something!" He says, jerking his arm out of Gerard's grip. I was frozen in my place. I was vaguely aware of Lyn-Z and Jamia slipping quietly off the bus. I watched their fight unfold.
Keep in mind, now, Frank and Gerard had only fought a few times in their entire relationship. Usually they were small spats after a show when we were tired or looking for luggage that hadn't shown up yet after a ridiculously long flight. After a few moments of their silence towards one another, they would sigh, go back to the other and apologize, hug it out, whatever they needed to do. Sometimes that involved trips to the family restroom that took much longer than they should have and they would come back with tousled hair and stupid grins. This fight, however, was different.
I stand and quietly make my way to the bunk area while they argue. I didn't want to be there. Not while they were so mad. I sigh and sit down in front of Mikey's bunk. I hear a sniffle.
"Ray?" I smile. At least he knew it was me. I didn't want him to be alone, especially since he could hear Gerard and Frank yelling at one another. I reach up and tug the curtain back slightly. Mikey's hand grabs mine tightly in his.
"Yeah. I'm here, Mikes." He sniffles again. I squeeze his hand. It'll be alright.
"Thanks, Ray... Ray... Are you mad?" I shake my head.
"No, I'm not, Mikes."
"You're sure?" I smile.
"One hundred percent, Mikeyway." He laughs for a short moment, so I count it as a victory. "Mikey, can I come up?" He hesitates to answer.
"Y-yeah..." He pulls the curtain back a bit more. I stand and slide in next to him, never once letting go of his hand, even when I reach back and slide the curtain shut. "Hey." He says. Just enough light comes in that I can see a small smile on his lips. I give them a light kiss.
"Hey there, Mr. Way." His smile widens and his arms wrap around my waist. I let him use one of my arms as a pillow while the other goes around his waist, pulling him against my chest. I kiss the top of his head and he sighs contentedly.
"Thanks, Ray. For not being mad, I mean." I nod and smile.
"I could never be mad at you." He nods and closes his eyes. I press my cheek to the top of his head.
"I know. I'm glad. Love you, Ray." I smile wider. I love hearing those words from him. They're simple. Less than five words, less than five syllables, but they have so much more meaning than any other string of words.
"I know. I love you, too, Mikey." I whisper. Frank and Gerard aren't fighting anymore, so I don't want to break the nice, peaceful silence we have. I don't want to do anything to make Mikey cry. I never want to see that again. He's too beautiful to cry. He's too sweet to be sad. He's loved too much to feel like I could hate him. He's my Mikey Way. I never want to see him anything but happy. Because I really do love him that much.
