My Missing Piece (A Mavin Fan Fiction)

When I Come Around

I woke up to my phone going off about every two seconds. I reached over and unplugged it, unlocking it as well. Most of the notifications were from Twitter and the rest were from my mom. Gavin shifted around next to me. He wasn't awake yet, just getting comfortable again. I opened Twitter and read through some of the notifications. All of them were tweets from fans either apologizing that I had to go through this or sharing their stories with me. I smiled at how caring our fans actually were. I opened a few tweets, liking them, retweeting them, and even tweeting back. I wanted to go through all of them and say something to everyone. It took me an hour, but I went through every tweet. I opened the spot to tweet something myself. I felt like I should say something about the video. I had to open the notes on my phone to type up the whole thing so it would fit in a tweet. All of a sudden I got a call from my mother. I got out of bed and went out in the living room to answer so I wouldn't wake Gavin.

I heard my mom sniffle and I felt bad. "Michael, sweetie. Why didn't you come to me? Or even Gavin? We care about you so much, honey," her voice was soft and sweet. I sighed, trying to come up with an explanation, "I didn't want to be a burden on you. You have dad to deal with and Tony needs you. I just- I didn't want you to have had to come all the way down here to see me broken, okay?" "Oh, Mikey. I'm so sorry. I didn't tell you did I?" "Tell me what?" I asked, nervousness probably showing in my voice. "Your brother- Tony. He-" My mom started to cry. He's dead. Oh god, she's going to tell me he's dead. "He's in the hospital right now. He- He got shot," she started to cry harder. "He's in critical condition right now. T-There was a chase and then bullets and one broke through the window and hit him r-right in the chest." My eyes went wide and my free hand covered my mouth. I couldn't cry. No, I wasn't allowed to. If I started crying, then I would've given up on him. "H-He's going to die, Mikey. The doctors don't think they can save him."

My mom hung up, after saying that the doctors there couldn't do shit and were going to transport him here. I dropped my phone and fell to my knees. Anthony always told me he wanted to be a policeman. I would always tell him he shouldn't, saying he would get shot. He never listened and there he was, laying in a hospital bed in Jersey with a bullet wound in his chest. I heard a door creak open and footsteps getting closer. "Micoo, what's wrong?" I looked up at him, "Anthony got shot." Gavin's eyes widen and he sat down next to me. I got into his lap and rested my head on his chest. "Do you want to go up there?" I shook my head, "They're transferring him down here. Jersey's trauma doctors suck." One of Gavin's hands moved up to the back of my head, pulling my close to him. His other hand was on my lower back. His hugs were always comforting. I always felt so small and protected when he hugged me, even though he was only an inch taller than me.

"It's seven, we've got to get ready for work," I cleared my throat. Gavin stood up and helped me up, "You sure you want to go?" I nodded. We both walked into the bedroom and got ready. I put on a hoodie and my shoes. I got myself a package of Pop Tarts to split with Gavin and a Red Bull. "Can I drive today?" I asked right before we got to the car. "You sure?" Gavin asked, handing me the keys. I nodded, "Yeah." We both got in the car and I pulled out onto the road. Driving calms me down. It gave me time to think. The office was only ten minutes away so we got there soon. I pulled into a parking spot and Gavin and I got out. We walked into the office together. Gavin had his hand on my upper back until we sat down. "Hey Gav, can I talk to you in the hall for a second?" Geoff called out, walking over to Gavin's desk. Gavin nodded and stood up with him. I turned my chair around to look at Ryan, who was sitting on the couch behind me.

"We should have a contest." Ryan raised an eyebrow at me, "What kind of contest?" I pointed to the bow and arrows hanging on the wall behind him. He looked back at them. "Let's see if those are more accurate than when you use the throwing knives," I said. Ryan shrugged and I heard Jeremy chuckle. "What are you laughing at?" I jokingly snapped at Jeremy. He shrugged and turned back to his computer. Ryan stood up and got down the bow and the arrows. He handed it to me and got out his throwing knives. No one really knew why he had them. "I bet you twenty bucks that this bow with be more accurate," I stuck out my hand towards Ryan. He shook my hand, "I'll take the twenty now, Jones." I stuck my tongue out at him. Gavin and Geoff walked back in. "What's going on?" Geoff crossed his arms. "We're having a contest," I answered. Gavin took out his phone and I assumed he was going to start filming.

Jeremy make us a makeshift target out of a box and a marker. He drew circles on it to resemble an actual target. Gavin started filming and Ryan threw his knives. He missed the bull's-eye twice, but got it on the last try. I also had three shots with the bow. I hit the bull's-eye twice and only missed it once. I looked at Ryan with a smug look on my face and held out my hand. He sighed, got out his wallet, and pulled out two tens. I held the money up to Gavin's camera and smirked, "See guys, that's what persistence gets you." Geoff took the camera from Gavin. Gavin put his arm around my shoulder as I handed him one of the tens. "Hey, Ryan. At least you tried," I shrugged at him. "Tried my ass. You cheated," Ryan crossed his arms. "How did I cheat?" I questioned. Ryan shrugged, "I don't know." I chuckled, "Nice try Haywood."

[A/N: I'm back and I'm a terrible person. I actually didn't intend on having that happen to Anthony, but hey. It furthers the story and makes things sad. And I'm all about sob stories. Hope you guys liked it though! More to come soon. I'm also thinking about doing a Fake AH Crew AU story, so tell me if you guys would like that please!]