Cancer

Four

*Gerard*
Talking to Frank wasn't helping clear my mind and I think he could tell.

"So for our next album I was thinking that we could do some country vibes you know, like maybe go around as tractors." Frank said into the receiver, but my mind was elsewhere.

"Yeah, sounds cool" I reply, having no idea what he just said.

"Gerard! Why aren't you listening to me?" He whined in a childish voice.

"It's nothing, let's just go back to ideas for our new album." I said trying to change the topic off of me.

"Gee, what's wrong?" Frank asked in a concerned voice. I figure there was no use in hiding anymore.

"It's just... Mikey's hiding something. It's not like last time when he started dating Pete either. This is big Frankie." I confess with a sigh. I left out the whole cancer thing for obvious reasons.

"If he's hiding it, then how do you know it's a big deal?" He questioned.

"I just do Frank, and I'm really worried." I reply, hoping he would understand why I'm leaving details out. Mikey pulls into the driveway and I see this as my one chance to confront him without him running away.

"Mikey just got back so I'm gonna go talk to him." I tell Frank as I hear the back door open.

"Okay Gee, I love you."

"Love you too Frankie, bye" I say and end the call. I jog downstairs to see Mikey with Pete attached to his hip.

"Hey." Pete said with a wave towards me.

"Hi..." I mumble glaring at them. There goes my plan of talking to Mikey.

"Could we maybe talk?" Pete asked, throwing me off guard. Apparently Mikey didn't understand either because he gave Pete a weird glance.

"Sure?" I said still unsure why he wanted to speak with me.
"I'll be downstairs, I guess?" Mikey said as I lead Pete to my room.

"So what did you want to talk about?" I asked, cutting straight to the point.

"Did Mikey talk to you about why he's so upset? He asked, slumping against the door.

"Uh... No, not at all." I lied, wanting to see if he knew more.

"Well, he told me. I think you guys should go easy on him." Pete said, causing me to become very frustrated. There is no way he told this eyeliner wearing midget before he told me.

"DID HE ACTUALLY TELL YOU HE HAD CANCER BEFORE ME?" I shout out, regretting it after I saw the look on Petes face. That is definitely not what he was going to tell me.

"I was just going to say he was having a hard time getting a few of the rhythms down and you shouldn't put too much stress on him, but this is different."

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Well on that note, you should probably leave and never return." I tell him leading him out the front door.

"But-" A slamming door cut him off.
I feel as if I should leave too, give Mikey some time to cool off before he finds out and kills me...literally.

~

As I pull into the driveway, I debate on whether or not to go inside. If I go inside, I'll be forced to deal with a pissed off Mikey, and only God knows how that one will end. But on the flip side, do I actually want to rot in a car with only half a bag of chips and a water bottle? Evidently, I chose to turn off the car and head inside.