Wrong Number // Kellic

Chapter Twenty Four

Mikey's POV ♡

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My older brother is in some stupid fucking town, in a hospital, possibly fucking dying and I'm still here in California. Waiting, waiting to get there. So I can be there when he wakes up. People are saying he won't, but I know he will. He has to, we promised to never leave each other. I miss him. It's terrible, I hate that I'm not with him right now. Our flight is in a couple of weeks.

Tony has been staying at my house. So I wouldn't be alone and what not. I'm glad he's been here. He has kept me from making bad choices. Like drinking or smoking. I'm ashamed I've even been just thinking about doing those things. I just don't want to think about what's going on right now. It's all so unreal. I hate it.

"Hey Mike. I ordered pizza." I lift my head to meet Tony's gaze. I nod in response. I'm guessing he noticed that I was deep in thought again. He sits down next to me on my back porch. He sets his hand on my back. "We should go inside. Let's watch Harry Potter or something." He grabs my hand and stands up. Before my brain can process what he said, I'm being pulled inside.

Tony shoves me onto the couch and walks over to the TV. I can't really see what movies he is going through. "I'll be right back." He says quickly. He put on Harry Potter. He knows what I like. He jogs into the living room with some blankets and pillows. He smiles and tosses them onto me and the doorbell rings.

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Tony ended up falling asleep with a slice of pizza in his hand. He's quite crazy but, I love him. He's a good friend. When I'm sad he knows what to do. My parents don't mind him being around. He practically lives here.

I stand up and make sure Tony is covered up with a blanket. I walk out onto my back porch. My parents have been working a lot more. They're hardly home now. I think they're just trying to make more money for when we fly to Michigan. They probably also just want extra money. But, I want them to be home, I feel better when they are.

It's probably late but, I don't really care. I don't want to be inside, it makes me think about Vic. When I think about Vic, I become sad. I just know he's going to be okay. Then again, there's the thought of him not making it out okay. I try to not think about it too much. I'm trying to be positive about the whole situation.

My phone starts ringing. I do think really want to answer though. I don't even want to see who it is. But, who the hell would call me this late? I lift my phone up to see that it's Oliver. I don't answer, I have a weird feeling it's going to be bad news.

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There's going to be one more chapter. :)) oh and this wasn't edited too well.

》 oh god, why are you doing this to me? 《