Cancer

Eight

*Mikey*

"You're getting sicker, I'm sorry to tell you but, you have a few weeks, maybe a month left. I'm sorry,"

That's what the doctors told me... Three months ago. Yeah I've gotten sicker, but I'm still alive and fighting. As a matter of fact, we've got a whole album done and it sounds great. Well assuming it'll probably be the bands last album, I hope it's great.

"Mikey, you don't have to do this tour if you don't want to..." Pete tells me, trying to change my mind again. I don't want to disappoint anybody by not doing it, so I agreed to touring.

"I know I don't have to, I just want to. I feel like it's the right thing to do"

"Just promise me if anything feels wrong at all you'll tell someone. Oh maybe I should go too-"

"Pete, you have your own band to worry about. I'll be fine," I reassure him. He's starting to drive me crazy with how protective he's getting. He's been monitoring everything I eat, making sure it's healthy. He's making sure that I get enough sleep, and he's doing the smallest tasks for me. I know he's just worried, but he's driving me crazy.

"I'll call you to make sure you're okay," he is starting to remind me of my mother. I sigh and push him out of the door.

"Bye Pete," he kisses me and looks into my eyes.

"Be safe, I'm serious," and leaves me to get the rest of my stuff together for the tour. It's just a few cities, what's the damage?

~

"133 CITIES!" I exclaimed shocked. We were only supposed to do a few North American cities and that was it, but somewhere along the lines the message got messed up and now we're doing a world tour.

"It's what the fans want," our tour manager told us. So we have to perform in the same city three times?

"We can't do that, Mikey's too sick to do that. He wasn't even supposed to do a national tour, let alone a world tour!" Gerard argues. Thank God I wasn't the only one who didn't want to do this stupid tour.

"He's sick, so what. He'll get better" Tom said, once again thinking of nothing but his money. He lit up a cigarette, making me cringe internally. Ever sick the whole cancer thing, I just didn't want to be near smoke.

"Um do you mind not smoking right now?" I said quietly. I didn't want to sound rude, but smoke sure won't help my current situation.

"What are you scared I'll get cancer or somethin?" Tom said taking another puff. "I'll be fine,"

"Nobody gives a shit about your health Tom," Bob said rolling his eyes. "He wants you to put it out cause he's concerned about his health,"

"What? Are you worried you'll get cancer from me smoking?" The five of us sighed. He couldn't get anything threw his money hungry skull.

"Are we done here?" Frank asked sounding extremely annoyed. He looked up at Tom who was too busy on his phone to notice anyone was talking. "Can we leave?" He repeated.

"Oh... Yeah I guess," and we all got up and headed towards the door.

"I'm so sorry about that Mikey," Ray started apologizing to me and everyone else started nodding in agreement.

"It's not your fault, you didn't do anything," I try reassuring them, but they were convinced that it was there fault.

"We should never have agreed to tour with you in this state. We should've known Tom would screw something up,"

The way back was quiet. I was in the car with my brother and Frank. The radio was on this rock station nobody ever heard of, but was playing some catchy songs.

"Next is a new single by punk rockers my chemical romance," the woman clearly never heard of us and the laugh at the end was so forced. But I didn't mind that, I was too focused on the G note that just came out of the radio.

"THIS IS OUR SONG! OH MY GOD WE ARE A PART OF THIS BAND!" Frank started shouting pointing to the radio.

"Frank honey, chill. This isn't the first time we've heard one of our songs," Gerard said less amused, but still had a smile on his face.

"It's still exciting..." Frank mumbled crossing his arms and slouching down. I couldn't help but laugh at the scene playing out in front of me. It's like a totally dysfunctional family.

~

"Well, Mikey boy are you ready to go to Manchester? Not in the U.K. Or anything, just the United States," Gerard comes into my room, waking me up.

"Don't call me that ever again, and what time is it?" I say muffling through a yawn.

"It's five am, so I was thinking if we pick up the rest of gang now, we could all go get breakfast and-"

"How much coffee have you had already?"

"Like three cups. But that's besides the point, we need to go," he says stretching the 'O' out way longer than it is.

I sigh and get out of bed, deciding to text the others and warn them about over caffeinated Gerard. Grabbing my bag, I head downstairs where Gerard is already waiting for me.

"What took ya so long slow poke?" Gerard says, taking a sip of coffee.

"I think that's enough for you," I say taking the mug away from him before he develops a problem. He gave me a nasty look, but still led me to the car.

"Are we all going to fit in here?" I say climbing into the front seat. Theres two seats in the back, but they were covered in comic books.

"One more complaint and you'll be walking there," he says and starts the car. I just lean back in the seat and close my eyes. This is going to be a long tour...

~ ~ ~

I'm happy to say that a ship between me and EggGodNumber1 formed and we are called kess. We have three Fanfics,

One by me called, kess oneshots and they're mainly based off tumblr posts.

One by EggGodNumber1 and it's our wedding.

One by jarrettholmes and it's also oneshots and imagines.

I suggest checking them out.

And good night
- the other half of kess