Cancer

Eighteen

*mikey*
Life is a funny thing. One minute you are so sure you want something and would risk anything just to do it, but the second you have the option to do it; you're not too sure anymore.

That's how I feel about touring right now. I played on stage so ill some shows. I've been knocked off the stage by Frank and still played. So why was it so hard to decide this time? Because I know what I have to lose.

I sat on my bed, debating back in forth in my head whether touring would be okay for me or not. I wanted to call Pete, call Gerard, call Tom even, but I knew this was a decision I needed to make on my own.

"Gerard, you're gonna have to trust me on this, I'm fine," I try telling my brother, but he wouldn't have it.

"What if you get hurt, Mikey? What if something happens?" He tried telling me, but I'm not listening.

"Frank tell him I'm fine," I tell Frank. Maybe he'll listen to him.

"The doctors did say he was fine Gerard..." Frank says, putting a comforting hand on Gerard's shoulder. That's what I have been trying to tell him for the last hour but he just wouldn't listen.

"Fine, but the second anything- and I mean anything- is wrong, you are going home," he tells me sternly. I just smile and nod repeatedly.

"Deal deal deal," I say pulling him into a hug. "Nothing's gonna go wrong, I can feel it," I tell him pulling back.

"Uh huh sure you can," Gerard says smiling. I can feel it though, the tour is gonna turn out to be fine.

~

And it was, we finished up the last leg of the tour and it was perfectly fine. There were still less shows, thanks to Gerard aski- making Tom cut a bunch.  I'll never admit this to him, but I'm sorta glad he did that.

"Home sweet home," I muttered walking back into the house. I don't want to drag my bags upstairs yet, so I put them next to the staircase.

"Need help?" I ask Gerard who seems to have fourteen bags around him. He begins wobbling, but grabs the railing to keep himself up.

"I'm fine," he glares at me as he drops it all by the stairs. Frank soon walks in, one bag wrapped around his shoulders.

"You couldn't help at all?" Gerard asked, making Frank's eyes widen in worry.

"I thought you had it?" He said with a smile that was filled with fear. Gerard just rolled his eyes and walked to the couch. 

"Have you heard from Pete at all?" I ask him, following close behind. Pete had to leave to go back on tour with his band and promised to call everyday. The only problem was he hasn't called in eight days.

"Why would I talk to him?" Gerard asked in disgust. I'm guessing they still didn't get along. "He's probably just busy, I bet he'll call you soon,"

I hope he's right. I walk to my room, deciding that maybe I should try calling Pete. I dial his number and put the phone to my ear. It rings a few times before I hear a click.

"Pete? Oh th-"

"The number you were trying to reach isn't available at the moment. Try calling again or leave a message after the beep," that son of a bitch.

"Pete, it's Mikey again. Just call me when you get this, bye," I say and hang up. Was he avoiding me or something?

"Did he answer?" Gerard asked walking into my room. So much for knocking.

"No, it went to voicemail again. What if
he's ignoring me?" I ask worried. He normally calls back, and everytime he does he's acting weird.

"He's not ignoring you, you drama queen. He's on tour for Christ's sake," Gerard tries telling me. I give him a fake smile. "And besides if he's really ignoring you in pretty sure Frank has been wanting to kick his ass since you've met,"

"What's that?" He asked pointing to a bunch of books near my closet.

"Oh! Those are the comics you have me when you were like nine. The killjoy ones?" I say picking up one of the books. I used to make him read me them every night.

"Those old things? I thought you got rid of them," he tells me, also picking one up. I just shake my head.

"You know what would be funny? What if we actually turned this into something," I say smiling at the memories that were coming back.

"Well, we do need a new album idea..." He tells me raising his eyebrows at me.

"Are you serious?" I asked dumbfounded, he's got to be crazy.

"Why not? I always wanted to make an album based on comics," he begins to stand up but pauses for a bit. "Mind of I borrow these?" He asked pointing to my pile of comics.

"Just give them back when your done," I say handing the comics off to him.

After he leaves, I'm left alone with my thoughts again. I stare out the window at the dark sky. What if Pete was getting my calls but jus didn't want to talk to me. I hear my phone start ringing and run to see if it's Pete.

"Pete?" I ask after immediately answering the phone.

"Mikey! I'm so sorry I haven't called. At one of the shows some crazy bitch stole my phone and I had to get a new one. I called as soon as I got it back I'm so sorry," Pete says frantically. It's funny how stressed he gets about things. I guess Gerard was right and I was being a drama queen.

"It's fine, really. How did she get your phone?" I asked laying down on my bed. This was going to be an interesting story to hear.

"Well we were at these meet and greets and she said she forgot her phone..."

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Remember when these chapters were good? Yeah me too. (EggGodNumber1 )

SO WHATS REALLY WRONG WITH PETE??

Goodnight
~the other half of kess