Strangers In A Dangerous World (Frikey)

Chapter Seventeen: Crushing Our Dream

Mikey drove us home and I kept looking back at my new beauty. She was beautiful and all white. I kept grabbing Mikey's hand and squeezing it excitedly and kissing his knuckles. He was just smiling and he seemed so happy. We pulled up into the apartment and I was out of the car before Mikey could even take the keys out of the car. I opened my door and grabbed Pansy out. I could hear Mikey laughing hysterically in the car but I couldn't help myself. I raced up the stairs and unlocked the door. I noticed that Gerard was already on the couch and I had startled him by busting inside, but I couldn't care. I left the door wide open and took the plastic covering off of my guitar and waited for Mikey to come in. I wanted him to hear me play first. I was bouncing in my seat while Gerard just watched me with wide eyes. I heard Mikey slowly walking up the stairs and when he came inside he closed the door slowly and I just about had enough. I got up and kissed him lightly on the back of his neck and he smiled before handing me the job application. I smiled sheepishly before I dragged him over to the couch. I ran into our room and grabbed my old guitar case and pulled out a song I had written a long time ago. I ran back into the living room and I saw Gerard and Mikey talking. They immediately shut up when I entered, but I didn't worry about it. I picked up my guitar and told Mikey to hold the music sheet. He held it curiously and I just smiled before I played.

I didn't really need Mikey to hold the music sheet because after the two notes the whole song came back to my memory. I closed my eyes and let the familiar sounds race through my body. It kind of sucked playing the electric guitar as an acoustic, but I felt the same satisfaction that I had felt as a child. Suddenly, I remembered my father. I remembered what kind of man he was and I hated my mother for letting him go. It was my mother's fault that I didn't have a proper father. My dad had been someone worth looking up to. My father was the one who bought me my first guitar. I leaned back into the couch and I didn't miss a note. I just kept playing it over and over again. The memory of my father was drowning me; it was intoxicating me; it was addicting to me; it was something that I didn't want to leave. I could feel the tears of happiness and sadness stream down my face, but I kept playing. I reached the last note again before I heard another guitar join in with me. I listened closely and realized that it was Mikey's bass. We played a few more rounds before I heard a voice join in. I peaked through my eyelids and saw Gerard holding the paper and reading the words as we played. My heart swelled happily and the tears only seemed to come down harder. I opened my eyes completely and saw Mikey watching me with awe written all over his face. I could feel us coming to the end of my short song and I played the last note before the whole room went silent. We just looked over at one another silently and we all were smiling. I set my guitar down at my side and I just looked around. It felt like I was in a new place.

"Frank, your song was amazing. When did you write that?" Gerard was staring at me with awe as well. He was looking at the paper closely and rereading what he had just sung. He looked back up at me and then at Mikey. I just shrugged before I placed my new guitar in an old case. Mikey just smiled brightly as I carried my guitar into his room. I placed it on the desk next to the place that Mikey kept his bass. I heard someone entering the room and I turned around to face Mikey. Mikey crossed the room and placed his bass in its usual place before he grabbed my hand and led me over towards the bed. I lay down skillfully while Mikey raced over to his bedroom door and closed it. Mikey, then, squeezed onto the bed next to me and grabbed my hand lightly.

"Frankie, do you want to talk about it?" It was then that I felt the love spread throughout my limbs, my blood, my face, my blood vessels, my cells, my organs, my joints, and then my hair. I felt the warmth cradle my skin and I felt like I was going to explode. Mikey didn't drag me in here to try to have sex with me or kiss me because he loved my music; he came in here to find out what the music meant to me and why it made me cry. I didn't know how to relay the feeling to him. Love just wasn't a strong enough word to describe what Mikey meant to me. Mikey was anything and everything. Mikey was my heart; Mikey was the word love; Mikey was my hero; Mikey was my life; and now, Mikey was a part of my soul and body. My other half that I would rather die than be without was Mikey. I needed Mikey as much as I wanted him. I wanted to tell him everything about me and started from the very beginning. I wanted to hold his hand until we died. I wanted to kiss his lips until we couldn't move our mouths anymore. I wanted to feel the chills that ran up my spine every time he nibbled my earlobe. I wanted Mikey in my life. No, I needed Mikey in my life.