COMING DOWN | M. WAY

Chapter Fourteen

Cecilia's POV

Because of the success of my album, I was invited to the Vans Warped Tour. Of course, I said yes. I didn't know who all was on tour, I just knew that it was me and Tyler, with his band, Twenty One Pilots. 

And I was fine with that. 

As long as I was semi-happy, I was fine with it. 

And I was. At least, at that moment. 

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A week before the tour, I decided to do something spontaneous. I scheduled three free shows in Jersey. I'd also decided to change my hair. It had been dark brown for too long now. I was changing it to when I really was happy. 

I was cutting it all off and dying it ultra violet purple.

And I felt damn good about it. 

I'd gone and saw my father and younger siblings. I'd been told just how proud they were, how much they missed me, and how lucky they were to have me. I'd hugged them and returned it. Then, I left on a mission. 

I was going to find out if Gerard ever got that CD. 

So, I walked straight over to the Way house. I knocked on the basement door. 

And Gerard answered. By himself. 

In 0.2 seconds, I had hugged him harder than I'd hugged anyone ever before. I'd missed him more than I even thought. 

"Cec," he said, smiling, "you're back." I nodded and looked him in the eyes. 

"I never intended to leave. Did you get the CD?" I asked. He shook his head, confused. By then, I was angry, no, I was infuriated. 

"What CD?" he asked. I huffed. 

"The one I fucking sent here the day I left. That motherfucker. It told all of you goodbye. It told Mikey that I fucking loved him. Loved him more than he knew. And I fucking said that I didn't plan this. That I had no fucking control over this," I ranted, growing louder and angrier. 

"Cec," he said, "Mom...she...told Mikey that you didn't even try to say goodbye. That you had a choice." I felt a tear slip down my cheek. 

"Of course she did. She sent back all my letters here and told me not to contact you or Mikey ever again." He grimaced, obviously as angry with his mother as I was. 

"Do you want to come in?" he asked, "It's cold this morning." I was unsure. "Mikey's not here." I breathed a sigh of relief and walked in. His room looked the same as always. Dark and warm.

"How's Frank?" I asked, sitting at his desk. He shrugged. 

"About the same as always. Tyler said he was doing okay." I nodded. 

"They're on Warped. So am I," I said, making him smile.

"So are we," he said. I nodded with a smile. 

"I hope Mikey doesn't hate me."