/Frerard/ You have no idea what you're up against

Chapter 9: DEAD!

AN: I'm sorry for taking so long to update this but hey, you have it now so be happy!
Not a lot of people even read my other fanfictions ever since my pick up line book, but that's okay I guess.

At least I have one book that's doing well. It may not be showing my creative writing descriptions (like I had that anyway) but it's a good book for all you guys. And if your reading this and you haven't read the pick up line book yet (you probably have seen the book before this but anyway) READ IT PLEASE.

Back to the story...

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Gerard's POV:

"Gee, um... This is saddening to hear, but I'm going to have to tell you anyway." Mikey says sadly, but I already know.

"What is it Mikeywave?" I fake smile whilst I sit down next to Mikey in the kitchen. We have three chairs in our kitchen, all lined up by the countertop. There are those chairs that spin around and you can lower and rise the seat with the lever at the bottom of them.

"Mikeywave? That's new, better then mikeyroni anyway" he chuckles, but I can see the sadness in his eyes.

"So what's the bad news?" Asking as if I don't already know.

"Um well..." He mutters something under his breath, but I heard him saying "ugh I just can't say it to him!"

"Mikey, just spit it out already." Mikey I already know.

"Why do I have to be the one to say this to you! You don't realise how hard this is to hear myself..." Mikey I already know...

"Mikey seriously what is it!?" Mikey I already know! I just didn't you did...

"Well um... It's really saddening, so mentally prepare yourself..." He take a deep breath and sighs.

"Mikey I am going to count down from three if you don't tell me within that countdown I'm going to say what I think it is." Although I don't think it is, I know it is.

"What! Gee don't put that pressure on me!" I already know...

"3" I already know.

"Okay okay! Um..." I already know!

"2" I already know!!!

"Grandma... she's..." I ALREADY KNOW! I know things, remember!?

"DEAD! I ALREADY FUCKING KNEW IT, I KNEW IT LAST WEEK, BUT I JUST COULDN'T BRING MYSELF TO TELL YOU! I'M SORRY!" I didn't mean to shout at him.

I couldn't control my emotions right now. Tears fell and they just couldn't stop falling no matter how many times I wiped my eyes with the cuff of my sleeve. Mikey would be consoling me right now if I hadn't burst out like this, but I did and know he's got such a pale face and a shocked expression on him.

"How did you know?! Why didn't you tell me!? YOU COULD'VE TOLD ME" Mikey had tears threatening to spill. I couldn't bear to see him in this state.

"I was just like you, I couldn't bring myself to tell you." And that's the truth. I really wanted to tell Mikey, so badly that I actually tried to write a note on a piece of paper to give to him, but then ripped it up as I was staring to cry.

"I u-understand gee, b-but I'm em-emotionally str-strong you kn-know." That sentence doesn't match his facial expression or tone. His tears spilt over and I leaned in to hug him. He didn't reject the hug, he just didn't hug back.

"Mikey shh, it's okay. It will be okay in the end. I'll make it okay. You don't have to stay strong in front of me, but just don't do any stupid stuff whilst mourning over gran."

Stupid stuff. Drugs. Self harm. Suicide.

Gran meant a lot to us. We would visit her ever week on a Sunday when we were kids. When we were teenagers. But when we started the band all that kind of stuff stopped. We wouldn't visit any of our relatives really. We would be too busy organising stuff with the band like concerts and meet and greets. Mikey would normally help out with the merchandise and I'd be managing the band with Brian Schechter.

"Gee? C-can you pr-promise me s-something?" Mikey blubbered through his crying state. I find it hard to keep promises, so that's why I normally try to avoid them. But for my brother, I'm making an exception.

"Sure thing, Mikey. What is it?" I tensed up a bit, scared if I wasn't able to keep this promise.

"If another one of our cl-close relatives, only if they are close. If they die, can we please break up the band? I'm not even sure if I can even continue the band in this state, but I can try. If another loved one dies, and I can't try, we've got to break up the band." Wow. That's a lot he's asking for. I bit my bottom lip. I do care for my brother emotional health more than the band, but the band means a lot to me, and a lot to him. One of our other relatives could die any day.

"Of course, Mikey. I promise."