NO SIGNAL // FRERARD

twenty seven

Miss Martinez, the old lady who lived next door to Ray Toro, awoke from her light slumber with a jolt. Loud thuds could be heard and low kicks and groans were incredibly audible. Miss Martinez huffed a little and sat up, seeming frail but seeing as she'd witnessed four murders and nearly been murdered thrice herself she wasn't exactly the weakest.

She frowned, listening carefully. Hopefully it was just a young couple getting down and doing the dirty but the old lady's kick ass senses told her otherwise. She walked over to her wall and put her head against it, leaning in and listening quietly, sighing softly a little when she heard what was going on.

"You fucking prick! What the fuck-"

"It's not my fault you slapped me!"

"You're crushing on someone who bullied me!"

"Maybe he's changed!"

"Bullies don't change!"

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck you too!"

Miss Martinez hobbled back over to her bed and sighed lowly, unhappily sliding back into her bed and rolling over. She remember when she was younger and had silly fights like that over silly things such as crushes.

In the apartment next door, all hell was breaking loose.

Mikey and Ray were kicking and punching each other, rolling around on the floor and headbutting, scratching and punching each other. There was blood dripping out of noses and bust lips looked sorely.

They glared darkly at each other, backing away rom each other.

"Oh fuck you, Ray." Mikey snarled, straightening up a little. His eyes held hatred, betrayal on hurt. As if he wished this fight hadn't happened.

Mikey was conflicted, he didn't know why Ray had slapped and why the hell he had responded too.

Ray took in a deep in and pointed to the door of his flat.

"Get the fuck out my flat, traitor." Ray didn't know what was coming over him, why he was losing his shit and why he was yelling at Mikey and why he slapped Mikey and-

'Oh my god I slapped Mikey.'

'I slapped Mikey.'

'Fuck.'

'I am going to get arrested.'

'Fuck.'

'I love him.'

Mikey stared at Ray for a few moments before bursting into tears and making a beeline for the door.

Ray watched him go, mouth slightly open and his face a mask of anguish. The door slammed and Ray sank to his knees and sighed softly.

This was a dream right?

Their fight had lasted moments only?

Yes blood was trickling down his chin and forehead.

This was no dream.

Ray Toro looked longingly at his front door, wishing to undo what had just happened.

Ray Toro began to cry.