You move to a new house, in a new town, and start going to a new school. You want things to go back to the way they were. But they can't. They never can. Then you meet someone who changes everything.
At 10:30, Gerard's phone stars to ring. We all crowded around him, thinking it was Mikey. Gerard quickly took the phone out of his pocket and exclaimed, "It's Mikey!" He picks it up and says, "Hello?" Everyone leans in closer to Gerard's phone. All we hear is heavy breathing.
"Mikey?" Gerard says worriedly.
Then, there were the sound of sobs. It was soft and sounded painful. "M-Mikey? Mikey? Are you okay?" Gerard asks. For about a minute or two, it was just the sound of sobs. Then, Mikey says slowly, "I wanna go home..."
"Are you at Alicia's house?" I ask quickly. "Y-yes," Mikey says in between sobs. I run to the kitchen and grab the keys to my dad's truck. "Come on," I say, opening the door. "Do you know where Alicia's house is?" Frank asks.
"Yes. Come on," I say. Everyone jumps up and runs out the door along with me. I jump into my Dad's truck and push the keys in. I put my foot on the gas pedal and push it.
"Umm... (Y/N)... I know this is a serious matter, and we're in a rush, but you're going a little fast..." Ray says. I sigh and slow down a little bit. "You're still going 60, (Y/N)," Gerard says. He was sitting next to me in the passenger seat. I slowed down more. After about ten minutes- it would've taken five if I went at the speed I was going at before -we were at Alicia's house.
As I parked on the street, I saw Mikey sitting on the curb. "There's Mikey!" I exclaim, pointing to him. He was sitting on the curb, his head in his knees, covered by his arms. We run out of the car and to Mikey. "Mikey!" I yell. Mikey looks up at me. His face is tear-stained. Tears are rolling down his cheeks.
"(Y/N)..." he says, slowly, softly. "(Y/N)!" he screams, and grabs me. I hug him tight, and he holds onto me like his life depended on me. I stroke his hair as he sobs into my chest.
"(Y/N)... You were right... Y-you were right... I-I should've listened to you... I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry, (Y/N)..." Mikey says. "It's okay. It's okay. It doesn't matter now," I say. Frank looks down at Mikey worriedly. Everyone is looking at him with worried eyes, now that I look at it. Gerard bends down and rubs Mikey's back. Mikey lets go of me and goes over to Gerard. They hug each other tight. It was the cutest crap I've seen all day.
Everybody goes over to Mikey and hugs him. Mikey looks tough and cold, and he's always wearing a poker face, but he's really sensitive, isn't he? (<3<3 I love Mikey <3<3)
"She wanted to... She tried to... I just- I don't understand why she wanted to do it to me..." Mikey says. "Did she hurt you any more than this?" I ask. "A little..." Mikey says.
That piece of crap. "Physically?" I ask. Mikey nods. Alicia is going to get it...
There was a sound of a door slamming. I look to see Alicia standing in her doorway. "Can you take your emotional breakdown somewhere else?!" She yelled. "Shut up, slut!" I yelled back. "Mikey, she ran out of people to bang, and she's super horny, so she wanted to bang you," I say to Mikey. Frank snorts. I look at him, and he's covering his mouth and his eyes are big.
"That's funny..." he says, trying not to laugh. I smile. "Let's go home, Mikey," Gerard says. "Dry your eyes first." Mikey nods. Frank passes Mikey a tissue. Mikey takes it and wipes his eyes, then blows his nose.
"Take me home," Mikey says, looking up at me. I smile and nod. Mikey then looks up at Frank.
"Frank..." he says. "I'm sorry. I-" Frank interrupts Mikey and says, "It's fine. I know. You didn't know (Y/N) and I were dating. And I would have preferred if you told her about your feelings even if you knew we were dating. It wouldn't have been good for you to keep it to yourself."
Mikey smiled a little. "Thank you," he says. Then he looks at me. "Can I meet your friend... Kristin, I think it was...?" I nod. "Yeah. She's a year younger than you, though," I say. (EVERYONE JUST IGNORE THE AGE DIFFERENCE. I KNOW KRISTIN WAY IS EIGHT YEARS YOUNGER. WE'RE PRETENDING MIKEY IS SIXTEEN, AND SHE IS FIFTEEN, OKAY?)
"That's fine," Mikey says. "One year isn't like eight years."
"True," I say. "We can talk about her later. Let's go," I say. We all get into my dad's truck. I start driving, and Gerard puts his hand on my shoulder. "Thank you for helping Mikey," he whispers. "No problem. It was kind of my fault anyway," I whisper back. Gerard smiles and shakes his head. "You were his first love. You should feel special. I don't think Mikey falls in love easily," he whispers. I giggle a little bit.
"Do you want me to drop you guys off at your houses?" I ask. "Yes, please. If that's okay with you," Ray says. "Of course. Whose house first?" I ask. "Ray," Frank says. "Okay. Tell me where to go, Ray," I say.
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I've dropped everyone off at their houses except for Frank. He said he wants to stay with me.
"I'll be fine," I say. "Go home. Your mom probably misses you." Frank digs his face into my arm. He makes a whiny noise that a four-year-old would probably make. "Will you be okay?" he asks. "Yes. I'm a big girl," I say. "I'll be fine. I've been fine, alone at home many times."
Frank looks up at me with those big, beautiful green eyes. Whenever he looks at me like that, I feel like my heart is being stabbed. That's how I feel right now.
"Okay. I'll go home," he says. He kisses me on the cheek before opening the door and jumping out of my dad's truck. "My house is close, so I'll just walk. I love you. Bye," he says, smiling. "Bye. See you Monday. Oh- I also got a job at the record store, Contempo Records. I'm starting after school on Monday," I say.
"Oh really? Good for you! Have fun," Frank says sweetly. "Bye-bye," I say, smiling. I drive home and when I'm home and in my bed, I literally pass out.
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-NaomiKane- isn't our baby so cute? I put this picture in my locker, because I'm new at my school and stuff, and people were questioning me. My non-emo fren asked, "Why is there a face in your locker?" And I said, "It's my baby." And she said, "Isn't it weird seeing that everyday?" And I said, "Don't you want to see your baby everyday?"
Another girl, in sixth grade, said, "Omg! Is that your boyfriend?" And I said yes, and she said, "How old is he? He looks mature." And I said, "He turned 36 two days ago." At the time, it was two days after Frank turned 36.
AND SHE LOOKED AT ME SO WEIRDLY AND JUST WALKED AWAY.
But Frank isn't my boyfriend. He's my baby, and my fiancé is -NaomiKane-
Sorry for this experience. The next chapter will probably be the last. ;-; Thank you for reading! Please tell me if I made any mistakes. Byeee~~~
