My Missing Piece (A Mavin Fan Fiction)

Sugar We're Going Down Swinging

It's been a week since Gavin and I got back from the trip to see my mom. We were getting married tomorrow. When we got back, Geoff saw how beat up we were and took us to the doctor. Gavin just had a bruise on his arm that would eventually heal. The doctor had said that if I hadn't pulled Mark away from Gavin, the impact could have broken his arm. My cheek had healed nicely, not leaving a bruise. My hand, though, had a fracture that could heal itself if I wrap it up and don't do anything harsh. So here I was with an ace bandage on my hand, looking like I got into a bar fight, standing in the office with a VR set on. My wonderful fiancé was sitting somewhere around me, laughing at my small progress in the game. "Gavin, where the fu- Oh shit. I can't fucking get to it!" I screamed with a bit of laughter in my voice. Gavin started laughing. I whipped around to see a bat and quickly picked it up. I started hitting the guy in the game, trying to crack his ribs so I could do the surgery.

"Oh gosh, Micoo. That was so much fun!" Gavin said as we walked towards my car. "I didn't expect the VR to be so cool." I unlocked the car as the two of us got in. I turned up the radio and I heard a familiar song playing. One I've heard about a thousand times whenever Anthony and I hung out. I started singing along to the lyrics. Gavin loves when I sing. "Am I more than you bargained for yet? I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear 'cause that's just who I am this week. Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum. I'm just a notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song." I glanced over at Gavin who was urging me to keep singing. "Drop a heart, break a name. We're always sleeping in, sleeping for the wrong team." I paused, waiting for the next line to start, "We're going down, down in an earlier round and sugar we're going down swinging. I'll be your number one with a bullet, a loaded God complex, cock it and pull it." Gavin started to sing with me, "We're going down, down in an earlier round and sugar we're going down swinging. I'll be your number one with a bullet, a loaded God complex, cock it and pull it."

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Gavin and I had to make a quick stop at Men's Warehouse to get our tuxes. We sat both of them in the backseat and were now headed home. I pulled into the driveway to see another car. Gavin and I got out, skeptic of who it was. Gavin grabbed the tuxes and went to unlock the front door. The doors of the second car opened and two people came out. "Hey, Mike. Hope you don't mind us intruding," one of them joked. I was frozen in joy. My brother was right here, in front of me. "Anthony," I said before I was pulled into a tight hug. I hugged him back before the two us of pulled away. My mom was standing behind him with a huge grin on her face. "Do you think we could stay her for the time-being?" She asked in that comforting mom-voice. I looked over at Gavin who nodded. "Yeah sure." Anthony started to get their luggage out of the truck and I came over to help. Gavin had unlocked the door, putting the tuxes on the couch. Anthony and I brought the luggage into the spare room.

"Mom, you can take the spare room. Tony, um- I can get out a blow up mattress and stick it out here?" I said and he shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me." "I'll get the blow up mattress out of the closet, love," Gavin said, walking down the hall. My mom was getting situated in the guest room so it was just my brother and I in the living room. He was taller than me, most of his hair shaved, and a lot more buff. His freckles were as apparent as mine. He worked as a policeman from what my mom had told me. "Man, it's so great to see you, Tony." My brother patted me on the back, "It's great to see you too, Mike." He cracked his knuckles, always a big habit of his. "That Gavin's a pretty great guy. I'm glad that if my little brother was getting married to a guy, it'd be someone like that." I chuckled, "Yeah, Gav's amazing. He uh- he really stuck with me when I was in the hospital." My brother raised an eyebrow at me, "You were in the hospital? What happened?" I tried to come up with an excuse, I didn't want Anthony knowing about my cutting. I didn't want to disappoint him. "Micoo, can you give me a hand with setting this up?" Gavin asked as he came into the room holding a big, deflated mattress.

I got up, gracious about him interrupting, and took the mattress from him. Anthony moved the coffee table out of the way and I sat the mattress down. Gavin took the air pump and attached it, turning it on, and letting it inflate. The three of us took a tour of the house, stopping at the guest room to talk with my mom. The conversation was cut short when I got a call from the wedding planner, Tami. "Hey Michael. The rehearsals are in an hour. Just thought I should warn ya." I slapped my palm against my forehead, "Oh shit, I forgot about that. Yeah we'll be right there, Tami." I could hear her chuckle on the other line, "Don't be late!" I hung up and looked at the three confused faces in the room. "That was the wedding planner. We have to go to the rehearsal now." Gavin nodded. "We can all fit in my car." I suggested, "You can drive if you want, Anthony." He smiled and I tossed him my car keys. The four of us got into my car. Anthony in the driver's seat, my mom in the passenger's seat, Gavin sitting behind Anthony, and me sitting behind my mom.