Lost

Chapter 3

Frank watched Mikey eating a sandwich, worried. The lanky male wouldn't even look at him anymore. Frank began to wonder a lot more if Mikey's unhappiness was also caused by him. He had no problem looking at Ray.

Or maybe he just wanted to look at Ray?

Frank was confused and slightly hurt by his friend's behavior. Ray was currently out helping search for Gerard, which left Frank alone with Mikey. Mikey still wasn't wearing his glasses, so Frank decided to go and get them from his room. He'd heard that not wearing glasses made your eyesight worse if you needed them. It'd also give Mikey a headache and that was the last thing he needed.

Frank eventually found the glasses hidden under one of Mikey's beanies. He decided to take the beanie too, as Mikey did like wearing them. He took them into the kitchen and put them on the counter as he started to make coffee. He knew that Mikey probably needed some.

When he had finished, he took all of the items into the dining room, where Mikey was sat. He put the coffee down in front of him and handed him his glasses and beanie. Mikey blinked up at him once he had his glasses on.

"You look worried," he mumbled anxiously.

"I am," replied Frank.

"Why?"

"Are you seriously asking that?"

"Oh." Mikey looked down. "Gee."

"Not everything is about Gee, Mikey." Frank moved a chair and sat down beside the lanky man. "I'm worried about you and Ray too."

"But... but Gee's missing. Me and Ray aren't."

The look of confusion on Mikey's face was something Frank found adorable.

Wait, what?

Nevermind. That was just Frank being weird old Frank.

"You aren't missing, I guess... you're just really depressed. I've never seen Ray so serious. And you can't even look after yourself because you keep looking for Gerard."

"I do not–"

"Mikey, you were looking in the cookie jar yesterday."

Mikey shrugged, his eyes fixed on the table. "I was hungry. Nothing to do with Gee."

Frank sighed. "Mikey, why won't you look at me?"

There was a long pause.

Mikey sipped his coffee and was obviously pretending not to have heard that.

"Mikey," Frank growled. "Why won't you look at me?"

Just then, Ray came home and interrupted their conversation. Frank sighed and left Mikey with his coffee, walking over to the older man.

"I got Mikey to put his glasses on," he said through a forced smile. "Is that progress?"

"Probably," Ray shrugged. He glanced at Mikey, and then looked at Frank. "How are things?"

"With Mikey?"

"With you."

"Jesus, Ray, are you a fucking counsellor now?"

"Maybe." Ray kicked his shoes off and walked into the living room, casting one more look at Mikey. Luckily for them, the dining room and front room were connected, so Mikey would stay within earshot in case he decided to do anything irresponsible or bad.

Frank sighed and settled down in an armchair as Ray threw himself onto a couch.

"Ray, you can't just take on everyone's problems. You need to open up too."

"Fine. How about we complain to each other for an hour every day?"

"What if we're tending to Mikey?"

"We'll tuck him into bed then talk."

"We're starting to sound like his parents," Frank whined.

"Shit," Ray muttered.

"Ray! Don't swear within earshot of our child."

"Frank I swear to God–"

"No! No swearing." Frank was grinning now.

Ray threw a cushion at him and the shorter male laughed.

"I'll complain to you tonight," Ray grumbled.

"Tonight it is," Frank smiled, rising to go and check on Mikey again.

*****

Frank yawned and turned over on his camp bed. He caught sight of Mikey at the window and frowned, checking the time.

"Mikey!" he exclaimed. "It's four in the morning, why aren't you asleep?"

Mikey looked at him through hollow, sleepless eyes. "I... I want to see when–" He broke off to yawn "–when Gee comes home."

Frank scowled. "Mikey. Bed. Now."

Mikey shook his head. "No, Frank. I have to watch. If I stop, I'll miss him."

"Don't make me wake Ray up."

"But..."

"Mikey!"

Mikey sighed and clambered into bed, not even bothering to take his glasses off. Frank rolled his eyes and took them off for him, pulling the duvet over his thin shoulders.

"You need sleep," he scolded. "Otherwise you'll get ill."

"Okay, Frankie," Mikey mumbled sheepishly.

Frank was too tired to argue over the name 'Frankie'. What was even weirder was that he... kind of liked it.

Okay, now he was definitely going crazy over Gerard's disappearance. He didn't like Mikey. He liked his older brother.

Frank sighed and settled back down into his bed.

But, when he slept, his dreams were filled with goddamn Mikey Way. Usually it was Gerard.

What the fuck is going on? Frank thought. He was very confused, so he filled his head with Gerard's face. Sighing, he snuggled further under his duvet and fell deeply asleep.