Thanks For The Memories

Twin Skeletons

I'm smiling and rocking back and forth on my heels, trying to convince Gerard to let me steal Mikey for the entire day off. We're in New York City for a whole day and we don't even have to play a set. This means, if Gerard gives up his death stare, Mikey and I will spend just under twelve hours exploring the city, holding hands and chatting about the little things. I even convinced Joe to room with Ray so that Mikey could room with me. By convinced, I mean once my argument of 'You both have rockin' fros, you gotta room together' didn't work, I had to bribe Joe with weed and blackmail Ray with a dirty secret I overheard Frank telling Mikey.

"Let the kid go" Frank says, coming up to jab Gerard in the side with his elbow. Frank, I believe, is my saviour sent from some sort of heaven that helps out gay-not-really-boyfriends-bestfriends-lovers be together despite the older brother's wishes. Mikey, who is still standing behind Gerard, not moving for the sake of not pissing off his brother, therefore sending him to hunt out my death, looks over at Frank and they have some sort of unspoken communication then Mikey sticks his tongue out at him. The My Chem. guys are just so odd, they could talk like normal people but no, they have to use bat signals or some shit to communicate.

Gerard frowns "But we were supposed to go to the comic book store together" he loosens his body and whines like a three year old. Mikey looks generally uninterested with going to the comic book store, though I know he's not necessarily opposed either. Some nights he stays up longer than me reading whatever comic he stole from under Gerard's mattress, and I know that if you get him talking about comics, he'll never shut up.

"You always take Mikey to the comic book shop. Seriously. Every time." Frank sighs. Gerard crosses his arms with a huff and that's when Frank realised that Gerard is the most stubborn person ever and there's no way he's going to let Mikey go. "Take him and run" Frank whispers to me, and I have to agree on this one.

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We wave down a yellow checkered taxi and I tell him to take us to some hipster cafe and take the scenic route, Mikey giggles. I watch him roll his window down as we begin to race through the city. He leans his head against the door like a little kid and smiles up at the world above him. I love him, my not quite boyfriend, lover, best friend, ex friend to the end. We wouldn't be good the other way around, best friends instead of lovers. He's far too addicting.

I take his hand, he smiles, and I feel like we're completely alone. Like its just him and I and the rest of the world doesn't get in our way. Too soon, we're a some hole in the wall café and I'm paying the driver before pulling Mikey along.

Mikey orders something simple, I order something complicated, parallel to our personalities. "Mikeyway" I coo at him as we sit down in the booth with our cups of coffee. I take his open hand and hold it in mine. "you're so pretty."he rolls his eyes but blushes nevertheless. Things are easy with Mikey, him and I understand each other with ease. I didn't actually imagine that I'd like him as much as I do now. 

We talk forever, in our little spot in the back, I wonder if the employees care, I don't think they get paid enough to care, actually. Alone, we are broken down on memory road together, reminiscing about our childhood. We talk about what it's like back home. I tell him about Chicago, how cold becomes bone chilling and the hot summer days wear into your skin like suntan lotion. He tells me how New Jersey is bitter and cold in the winter and in the summer they don't have air conditioning so they pretty much just sit in front of a fan all day. I tell him about how I want to go and get a house up in L.A. and start my own clothing line, maybe even build a dance club. I laugh when he says he just hopes to be in Gerard's comics one day. He is just such a simple dude and it brings my entire live to a constant swing, unlike the wild mess I'm used to. 

In a low sultry voice, I tell him about the way I think of his skin under my hands and how I all I can think of is his lips pressed close to mine. "Dork" he giggles while his cheeks heat up.