Famous Last Words

Chapter 4 - HELP!

A/N - So, I'm updating quicker than I thought but I might end up taking this chapter off again and editing it because its really just a filler, but I need something to happen so please VOTE and COMMENT! Or throw vegetables because it sucks...Your choice!

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Famous Last Words - Chapter 4

When I got home, I went straight for my laptop, my head still flooded with thoughts of Mikey. I still can’t believe I said that to him! My mouth seems to have a brain of it’s own today! First I insult him, and then when I try to apologise, I end up telling him how nervous he’s making me! I honestly feel sorry for him; it’s only his first day back. He probably just wanted to get through the day, trying to settle back into the routine of school without anything happening. Then his best friend’s crazy sister completely messes that up with her huge mouth, that she doesn’t know how to shut! I’d say that I needed to shut my mouth, but I was too much like Frank; I couldn’t keep it closed if I had something to say, unless I was writing, which is kind of like speaking because the words come from you. My mouth runs on energy of it’s own. It’s quite exhausting.

I yawned and logged onto Wattpad; I started reading a poem. It was a love poem, which dragged my thoughts back to Mikey. How could one guy make me feel so much in one day? I thought it was impossible! My heart jumped every time I just saw him there and I swear I’ve never blushed so much…in…ever. When did my life decide to change? Seriously, how is Mikey having this effect on me? He’s never been like this before. He’s always been my brother’s best friend, but now I feel like he may be something more. I mentally slapped myself. I can't feel like this, I thought, It's wrong.

I felt myself dip on the sofa. I hadn’t even realised I was on the sofa until now. I guess my mind was on autopilot.

Looking up, I saw Frank staring at me intently. "Are you ok T?" he asked, his expression serious.

Well, this was abnormal. Frank was nearly always smiling or joking about something. Not this time. His face was completely serious, and it was starting to scare me.

"Yeah, why?" I asked, frowning slightly.

"You just seemed a bit different today," he answered, his brown eyes filled with concern. Since when did he pay so much attention to me when he was with the rest of the band?

"What do you mean? I’m confused." Has he noticed?

"I mean you were acting weird around the guys," he explained.

 Crap! He has noticed!

"You’ve never been at a loss for words before, but you seemed to be in front of Mikey this morning. Is there something going on that you’re not telling me?" he frowned.

"What…no!" I exclaimed.

"Terra," he said, his eyes fixed on me. He never uses my name! "We used to talk about everything. What happened?"

"I don’t know."

Actually I did know. MCR happened. Frank and I used to talk about everything and anything. We’d be there for each other straight away if we had any problems. We had no secrets. But, then he started spending more time with the band and I didn’t see him as much. When he went on that trip to promote My Chemical Romance, I phoned and he was ‘too busy’ to talk. Never had he ever said that to me before. It hurt. He’d never been ‘too busy’ to talk to me. The truth is I was jealous. He seemed to talk to them instead of me. That phone call crumbled our relationship slightly. But, being the good sister that I always tried to be, I ignored that and got along with the band. I was glad I did because they’re amazing guys and I got a lot closer to Charlotte through the time they were away. She was the only person who knew how I felt. Still, I can’t help but feel bad about it. But what’s done is done, so I had to move on.

"Ok," Frank said, standing up, "I’m going out. I have a date." He seemed quite sad. Usually he’d be up and out the door in a flash, but today his movements were slower.

I tried lightening the mood by changing the subject, "With who?" I asked.

"A girl."

I smiled, "Suurrre," I said sarcastically, "Nice to know you still like girls."

He turned to look at me, "Are you saying I’m gay?" he asked, trying to be serious, but hopelessly failing by laughing.

There’s the normal Frank I wanted to see. I laughed, "No, I’m saying it’s okay if you were," his expression was too funny, "I’d still be here for you if you were because people can be tough."

He smiled, "Bye T," he turned round when he reached the door, "And thanks, you’re a little twisted. But, you know I’m here if you ever need someone." He left before I could say anything.

The truth was I did need someone, but it wasn’t him. I just couldn’t tell him I had feelings for Mikey. I mean, they’re best friends. I couldn’t I anything to risk hurting that, and I wouldn’t do anything to damage my relationship with Frank any more than it already was. I had no intention of making things worse.

So, I text Charlotte: I need help with Mikey.

While I was waiting for her to text back, I checked my comments on Wattpad since I was still logged on. I read and replied to them and I went to my stories. I was in the middle of writing two stories, but I had major writer’s block, so I clicked on ‘New Story’. The blank box popped up and I tapped my fingers on the laptop, hoping for an idea to appear in my head.

"Time to talk," I muttered.

It gave me an idea. I left the title box blank and began to write:

It's torture not knowing how to say it,

With no one to hear it.

I can't deny these feelings

But I can't L-

I stopped typing and shook my head. Was I really about to type that? No, I wasn’t. I told myself I couldn’t. What I was going to type was: But I can’t live like this. I wasn’t going to write the ‘L’ word. It was impossible, and after only one day? I’m losing it. Mikey was, I mean is Frank’s best friend and nothing is going to change that - not even me. Correction: especially not me. My attempt at reassuring myself was pointless. I don’t know how anyone has managed to keep me sane. I’m actually surprised they didn’t go crazy themselves. They seemed to know how to handle me, but I had no idea. What I did know is I needed my best friend and I needed her right NOW, before I lose it completely!