The Band Boy

The Coffee

*Same Day*

I was walking home with Frank and Mikey, well, Frank and Mikey were walking where as I made Mikey give me a piggyback ride. Frank was a little jealous at first but I thought it was cute.

" FASTER, HORSEY, FASTER!!" I slapped Mikey's stomach, commanding him to hurry the fuck up.

" DON'T RUSH ME WOMAN!" He ran a little bit.

"Kay guys, I leave this way." Frank turned left where Mikey and I turned right. How convenient that we all lived so close.

"Want to come up?" Mikey leaned against his door.

"Sure." I shrugged and followed him through the house.

"Well, as you know, this is the living room and stuff. Down there, is Gerard's room." He pointed to the basement door. 

"That's a pretty cool room, though." I smiled.

"Yea, I wanted it, but he told me there were ghosts down there." Mikey pouted. I raised an eyebrow at this.

"What? I was like six!" He defended himself.

" Okay" I dragged out the ' ay'.

"Anyways, follow me." Mikey rolled his eyes and jogged upstairs.

"That down the hall is my parents' room: The Forbidden Land. Over here, guest room. This one, is the office." Mikey pushed open a clean white door to reveal the 'office room.'

There was a table with paints stacked neatly an old easel next to it. There were other supplies like a printer and storage stuff but this really just looked like where someone used as an art studio.

" Yea, this paint crap is all Gerard's. He leaves most of it in his room but this is where the rest goes." Mikey motioned to all of the stuff strewn over the table.

"THIS, is my room, aka the coolest room ever." Mikey pulled me into his room, which was actually quite neat for Mikey.

His bed was squished against a wall and a side table, which had a half broken alarm clock, and a stack of books and comics.

His desk wasn't all that entertaining either, just some papers and a laptop. On his walls were pictures drawn by some kid. Maybe his little cousin or something.

There was a picture of Mikey, in an unusually skinny stick figure but with big glasses and a large nose, drawn with crayons. I laughed at the childish drawing and Mikey noticed it.

"My baby cousin drew that for me. She's like four, so...." He trailed off.

"Hey, this one's cute." I smiled, pointing to a hand-drawn picture of Mikey and Gerard. "Did she draw this one too?"

"NO! I DID!!!" Mikey gasped. I burst into uncontrollable laughter and Mikey looked quite upset.

"Were you six?" I choked out.

"I WAS FOURTEEN!" He cried and pouted in his hands.

"Of course you were, sweetie." I patted his back, trying to hold back laughs. "Now I see why Gerard's the artist." I mumbled, which unfortunately Mikey heard.

"YOU'RE MEAN!! AND YOU SMELL!!! AND I JUST DON'T LIKE YOU ANYMORE!!" He flapped his arms and curled into the corner of his bed to 'cry'.

"Shh. Don't cry Mikey." I poked his side, causing him to face me.

"But you're mean."

"Im sorry." I sighed. Mikey's such a little kid sometimes.

"Ok. Im sorry for saying you smell. You actually have a very nice scent." He huffed, pointing his nose upwards.