Cancer

Seventeen

*mikey*

Pete dropped me off at the house, claiming to be too tired to eat.

"Are you sure you don't wanna come?" I ask him again, but he just nodded his head.

"Yeah today's been a long day. But you enjoy yourself, I'm so happy for you," he tells me, bringing me in for a quick kiss. "Have fun," he tells me as I jump out of the car.

I run into the house to find Gerard screaming at the oven about something.

"WHO JUST WALKED IN?" He shouts worriedly, still focused on the oven.

"Um Mikey?" I reply unsure why it mattered. He turned around sighed a sigh of relief.

"I sorta caught Frank's shirt on fire and if he finds out he's gonna kill me," Gerard says worried, holding up a burnt Smashing Pumpkins shirt.

"How did you do that?" I ask shocked. Gerard just shrugged, the worry not leaving his eyes. "You know what? I think I have that same shirt, lemme go check," I say heading upstairs.

"You don't have to do that," Gerard says, but I insist. I doubt it eve fits me anymore.

"I don't want a small angry man killing my brother, I sorta like you," I say jokingly, but who knows what Frank would do if he actually found out.

I run into my room and look around. It's been a while since I've been in here, and I can't say I haven't missed it. I search my closet for that shirt, regretting throwing everything on the floor.

As I'm searching I come across these old comics Gerard made when we were really young. They were called "killjoys," weird.

I finally find the shirt I was looking for and head back downstairs, but not before throwing all that garbage in the closet. For some reason, I left the comics out.

"Gerard, I've got your shirt," I tell him hopping down the stairs, two at a time. I look into the living room and see I'm a bit late.

"Where's my shirt Gerard?" Frank asked, a little pissed off. I guess it's a good thing I came when I did then.

"Chill Frank, it's right here," I say tossing Frank my old shirt. I never wore it anyways, might as well give it to him.

"Thanks," he grumbled, analyzing every detail of the shirt. Finally, he nods in approval. "What's that smell?"

Gerard shoots to and runs to the kitchen, where the stove is now in flames. There's gas coming from a dish, which is pitch black now.

"Oh no, what do we do?" Gerard asked in reference to the burning meal. Frank just looked at Gerard like he was crazy.

"We gotta put it out!" He says grabbing a few washcloths and spraying it with the sink. "Who even let you cook?"

Once the fire was finally put out, we all just stared at the plate that once held our meal. There was a crisp smell coming from the former meal. It was difficult to distinguish the difference between that and a campfire.

"Well, that was useless," Gerard muttered, disposing of the inedible meal. "I guess your dinners gonna have to be another day, sorry,"

"That's fine, Gee. It doesn't even matter," I tell him honestly. I don't want him worrying over a dumb meal.

"Well what are we gonna do now?" Frank asked referring to the meal. The kitchen goes silent for a few moments while we try and figure out a new solution.

"Pizza it is," Gerard sighed and I just shrugged, not really caring what we ate. 

"I'll order it," Gerard said heading towards the phone. He picked it up and dialed the number that we all practically had memorized. This wasn't the first time we've had a meal gone wrong.

"It'll be here in ten minutes," he grumbled going back to the dishes. Frank walked over to him and offered to help, taking a dish from Gerard's hands.

I walk over to the living room and take a seat on the couch. I check to se if I have any texts from Pete, but nothing shows up. I wonder what he's actually doing? There's no way he's actually asleep.

I sit there, just pondering thoughts until Gerard and Frank returned from the kitchen. They took a seat on the love sofa, which is across from the couch in laying on.

"So, since you're better now... Do you think you'll return to touring?" Frank asked me. I honestly haven't thought about it, but it does sound like a good idea. Before I can answer Gerard cuts me off.

"No,"

"What? Why not?" I asked, offended that I didn't even get a say in this.

"Mikey, it got worse because of the tour, do you really want to take your chances again?" Gerard said, and honestly he wasn't wrong. Frank just gave him a glare. "But of course that's all up to you," he adds with a smile at the end.

"I'll think about it," I tell Frank, and that's when someone started knocking on the door. I open the door to reveal a familiar face.

"You're the dude who never saw lion king! " the pizza man who still doesn't have a name said, pointing at me.

"You've never seen Lion King? I failed at raising you," Gerard mumbled shaking his head. Frank just nodded in agreement with Gerard.

"I don't wanna start this again." I whisper, taking the pizza from this guys hands. "And yes I have seen it," I tell him, he just looked at me in amazement.

"So you like it?" He asked in a raspy voice.

"Yeah," I tell him nodding my head. He just smiled like he was proud I've finally seen it.

"Good," I hand him the money and he leaves. I wouldn't be upset if I never saw him again to be honest.

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PIZZA GUY MAKES A RETURN YESSSS
(Not too bad for something I wrote at four in the morning)
goodnight
- the other half of kess