Cancer

Eleven

*mikey*

The ride was silent except for the sounds of cars passing by once in a while. I looked out the window and see a boy walking his dog and laughing with his dad about something. I remember when I was younger and wanted a dog my dad told us 'we'd have to catch it ourselves' so Gerard and I made a plan and ended up chasing a stray dog we found for an hour.

I smile at the memory and look away from the boy and his dad. Why can't life still be that simple? I look down and see I have three missed calls from Pete. Crap!

I hurried up and dialed him back, unsure what he wanted. Normally he only called once and knew I was busy or something. He never called this many times in a row. He probably thought I was dead or something. I hadn't talked to him since that night I had a nightmare. I hear a click and my boyfriends voice start rambling.

"What happened are you okay? What's with all the news lately? Did something happen? Why don't you know how to answer your phone?"

"What, no hello?" I chucked at how he's always worrying over everything

"I'm serous Mikey," he whined, " I heard that cancer story is all over the media right now, are you okay?" I sighed. Just what I needed, more rumors made up about me.

"Yeah I'm fine," I lied, I'm not really sure how I actually feel right now. Exhausted more than anything, but definitely not okay.

"I don't believe you, I'm gonna come visit you," he said in a worried tone. He must be crazy, he has his own band to worry about!

"Pete, you know you still have your own band," I try to explain, but it was no use. I guess he had his mind set on visiting me.

"We're off for a couple days, and I was thinking of visiting anyways. I just want to make sure you're okay,"

"I am okay,"

"I'll see you soon, I love you," I can practically see the smile on his face.

"Yeah whatever," I say and hang up. Arguing with Pete was one of the most useless things, you never win.

"Boyfriend problems?" Gerard chuckled from the front seat. I hate him sometimes.

"Shut up," I mutter leaning back in my seat. Five minutes later we arrive at a decent looking hotel. Gerard stopped the car and we all hopped out.

"Which ones his room?" I asked but all I got was Frank aggressively pointing to a room that I assume is Tom's.

When we got there, Frank started banging on the door. A few moments later, a middle aged man opened it up.

"Midget guitar player and the Way brothers! How can I help you?" He greeted with a smile. He opened his door up the door and gestured us in. I looked over at Gerard who was giving Tom a death glare.

"So what seems to be the problem?" He asked taking a seat on his couch.

"Oh I believe you know exactly what the problem is. You told the media that Mikey didn't actually have cancer?" Frank speaks, venom in his voice. Tom just laughed, throwing us all off guard.

"I did you guys a favor! My Chemical Romance is at its highest popularity point. You should be thanking me if anything," he says making us all shocked. He actually had the guts to say that...

"You want us to thank you for telling everybody that Mikey has cancer then denying it? You must be off your meds!" Gerard says giving  a laugh at the end filled with no humor.

"What? I didn't tell anybody you had cancer. All I said was its not real when that pesky reporter was at my doorstep," he said clearly disgusted with that reporter. Frank was about to say something else, but I cut him off. 

"Okay, if you didn't tell them then who did?" I wonder aloud. I was sure it was Tom, it had to be.

"I don't know, but you should be thanking them. We are going to be loaded by the time this tour ends," Tom says with a smile.

"I think we should leave now," I say standing up. I'm still confused, if Tom didn't tell him, who else could. The only people that we've told is the band and Pete.

"Well that was a waste," Frank grumbled as he got into the car and slammed the door, "I wanted a reason to fight that asshole. If he calls me 'midget guitarist' one more time I'm gonna take my guitar an-" Gerard cut him off before he could get carried away.

"Woah calm down there Frankie, he's just trying to mess with you," Gerard said placing his hand on Frank's. They're relationship disgusts me sometimes, but I will admit that was adorable.

"I'm still confused, who told the media in the first place?" I ask mindlessly.

"Mikey you've been to the hospital like ninety times, someone might have seen you walk in. Maybe one of the ladies who was with the ambulance that one time knew who you were..." Gerard explained. Maybe he was right, but I still doubted it. I haven't been to the hospital in two weeks, the story was published yesterday. Why would they wait that long?

"Yeah you're probably right," I say, still not convinced. I just wanted to get back to the hotel and watch bad television. I hear my phone vibrate and see I have a new message from Pete.

We need to talk...

Well there goes my plans.

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OH SHIT SOME DRAMA ABOUT TO GO DOWN.
Goodnight
- the other half of kess