Cancer

Fourteen

*mikey*
Things have been okay for a while, which is why I was getting an upset feeling. Things never stay good for long, especially when I'm involved. I should've known something was going to go wrong tonight.

Pete was standing by the door checking his eyeliner as usual. I sighed, waiting for him to finish it up so we could leave.

"Pete are you almost ready?" I ask impatiently. Sometimes I think he's a stereotypical teenage girl.

"Yeah, let's go," he says as we run out the door. I may not have been physically playing at the shows, but we still went to a few to support them.

As we ran into the cool autumn air, I really regret not bringing a jacket. The wind pierces through me sending chills down my spine. I look over at Pete who was already taking his sweater off.

"We're so cute," I say mockingly as he hands me the jacket. I feel Pete shove my shoulder so look up and see him rolling his eyes. "We are!"

"Whatever, let's just get there before we're late," he says dragging me to the car. "Someone was taking too long to get ready,"

"Yeah, you!"

"True," he says with a little laugh and starts the car. "What can I say? I wanted to look emo enough to see this emo band everyone's talking about,"

We arrive at the arena and it's already getting crowded. I see people dressed in all black and even a few as 'the patient.' I look over to find Pete, s we can make our way back stage.

"There," I say pointing to where I see Frank and Ray talking.

We head over there and they turn around surprised to see us.

"Mikey!" Ray says pulling me into a hug. "Pete..." He says a little less enthusiastic. They were still weary of him, even after I tried convincing them it was fine.

"Hi guys," Pete gave a little wave, knowing he wasn't well liked at the moment.

"Do you have any idea what's wrong with Gerard?" Frank asked worried as we finished up our greetings. "He seems really stressed,"

"When isn't he? Have you tried talking to him?" I reply, not too shocked. Half way through the tours Gerard always gets a little stressed about random things. We're all used to it, it's weird that Frank's taking this seriously.

"I've tried, but he's always pushing me away when we try to talk. It's like he's locked in his own world,"

"I'll try talking to him after the show," I promise them. They just nod and head backstage to get ready.

"Wonder what that's about," Pete tells me as we take our seats. I just shrug and watch as the opening act takes the stage. This is going to be a long night.

~

Towards the end of the set I begin to understand what Frank meant when he said Gerard wasn't being himself. I may be in a crowd, but he's isolating himself. They haven't had the usual 'frerard moments."

Frank went up to Gerard and hugged him, at least that's what it looked like and Gerard threw him on the ground.

"What the hell?" I said confused. Gerard is very anti violence so this was very weird. They continue like that for some time, Gerard just kicks Frank towards whoever is filling in for me.

"I'm gonna go," I tell Pete standing up and heading backstage. Pete nods understanding, still staring at the stage in disbelief. This is very wrong.

I'm waiting backstage for the show to end when Frank comes running back.

"What happened? Are you okay?" I ask going to assist him. He just nods, but I don't believe him. "What happened?"

"I think Gerard just broke up with me," Frank says heartbroken. He sits down on one of the couches and waits for the rest to come back.

"Frank are you okay?" Ray asked running into the room, followed by Bob.

"Yeah, I'm alright," Frank mumbled looking down.

"I'm gonna go talk to Gerard," I tell him and go to find my brother.

I walk into his dressing room and find him staring at his mirror, no t paying attention to me.

"Gerard what the hell was that?" I ask taking a seat next to him. He looks up at me and sighs.

"I don't know... I've been going crazy lately worrying about you that I snapped. Everything he's been doing has been bothering me. He's too hyper or he's taking my eyeliner without my permission. Just the small things," he explains to me, running a hand through his hair.

"Gerard you've gotta stop worrying about me, I'm not a little kid. I'm an adult and make my own decisions," I explain to him. I feel bad. Even if I didn't do anything, I still feel like I caused this.

"I know you're grown up, but you're my baby brother still. I'm going to worry about you forever, no matter how much you bug me," he explains, making both of us smile.

"Well you're gonna have to talk to Frank. Even if you don't wanna be with him, you still play in the same band,"

"What? Who said I didn't want to be with Frank? I love him!" He cried out confused.

"You have an odd way of showing that. I just talked to him, he's worried you wanna break up,"

"Oh no," he says, realization settling in. "I've gotta go talk to him," he says running out of the dressing room to where Frank was sitting.

-

I have no words for that. I just wanted to add the frerard fight cause why not?

Goodnight
- the dumb part of kess <3