"Wait here, babe." Ray said getting off Mikey and kissing his forehead. Mikey nodded and Ray left out the room. Mikey pulled on pajama pants and Ray's oversized hoodie before making his way to the closet.
He opened the closet door, looking around the top. He reached up and pulled down the ladder, beginning to climb up. Because of his cast, he climbed using his knee.
Mikey soon got to the roof, climbing up and out. He sat, far away enough from the edge not to fall but close enough to see out into the distance. He pulled his knees to his chest, resting his chin onto his knees. And he thought.
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Gerard smashed his cancer stick into the ashtray, laying back on his bed. He stared up at the ceiling, sighing. Toxic had disappeared again and Gerard had fallen back into depression. He smoked a lot more and bought random pills that he took unhealthy amounts of.
Gerard stood, making his way to the kitchen. In there stood Ray, drinking water. He finished then turned, coming face to face with Gerard. "How's Mikey?" Gerard asked.
"Okay for now," Ray replied. "He's tired, though. He can hardly keep his eyes open." Ray smiled slightly and so did Gerard.
"Does he sleep with you now?" Gerard asked, still smiling.
'He must not be mad... yet..' Ray thought. "Yea.." he answered hesitantly.
"You two are together now, right?" Gerard asked. And still, Ray couldn't find anger in the singer's voice.
"Yea, he was to adorable to pass." Ray tried to keep things cool.
"I know... hey, I'm sorry about beating you up over it. I just... I'm just trying to protect him. Sometimes I feel like he's the only one I have left, a-and I can't lose him.."
"Hey, I know. I can't lose him either, and when I feel alone he's always there. Its okay, don't worry about it. I'll help protect him." Ray smiled and Gerard smiled back.
"I'm just curious, but... have you guys done anything?"
Ray shook his head. "No... I'll never do anything to him unless he's ready and I know he's not."
Gerard only nodded, in understanding. The two hugged before parting ways, Ray going back to his room and Gerard heading outside.
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Gerard stood on the porch and lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply. His hair was a mess, and his eyes had dark bags underneath them. He had finished off all his pills, washing down all of them with alcohol.
Gerard's cancer stick wasn't anything but a stub now and he smashed it underneath his shoe. He went back inside and got his other pack, moving to the door to go back outside before he heard a small voice.
"Gee?"
Gerard turned to see Mikey. "Oh... hey Mikes." He waved slightly, with the hand his cigarette pack was in. Mikey looked to the pack and frowned.
"Gee," he went over to his older brother and grabbed the pack from him.
"Mikey, give it back." Gerard growled.
"G-Gee, you don't need them.." Mikey said, feeling fear consume him.
"Yes I do, now give them back." Gerard grabbed Mikey's wrist hard and gripped his arm.
"G-Gee... y-your hurting m-me.." Mikey whimpered. Abrin stepped up, grabbing Gerard's arm.
"Really, Gerard? You'd hurt your kid brother over cigarettes?" She asked, hoping to bring him to his senses. After a minute, Gerard released Mikey's arm and left the room.
Abrin sighed and Mikey rubbed at his slightly bruised wrist. He left to his room and to Ray, the door closing. Abrin heard sobs and she sighed softly before leaving to Frank's room, smiling at him and sitting with him.
