Never coming home *Mikey Way*

Chapter 4

Chapter title: Misinterpretation at its finest

Later that night, as 9pm approached, Meadow sat on the pavement looking at the stars. A single tear formed and slowly made its way down her face, falling onto the canvas and decorating it with little water stains. As the clock struck 9, Meadow placed her brush down onto the canvas, looked at the stars and began painting.

She looked deep into the stars, picked out every single one and made it into a tale of colours and sorrow, of heartbreak and freedom. She made it look like her mother, her mother's stars, her mother's universe.

As her painting time drew to a close, she set her canvas aside and continued to stare at the stars, picturing her mothers star among them when she finally would leave the world. Sighing to herself, Meadow stood up and grabbed her canvas, walking into her room for another sleepless night.

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Meadow didn't even bother waiting for Mikey or Gerard when she walked to school the next morning, nor did she sit with Mikey during lunch, she walked home by herself as well. The entire day, Meadow barely uttered a word, not even to her grandmother when she arrived home. Meadow stayed in her room all day until night when she painted the stars, even then she didn't talk to her grandmother.

This all went on for the whole week; Meadow avoiding everyone.

The entire week, Mikey missed Meadow. He missed their conversations during their walks and school, he missed her odd but quirky personality and he even missed getting her help during advanced math when he was confused. No matter how many texts he left her, Meadow never seemed to answer them

Everyday he saw her avoiding him, avoiding everyone. He still remembers that day when she mysteriously ran off and he saw her in the diner that same day. He wondered if she knew that he was there all along or if she only realised as she left and they made eye contact.

As the week drew to a close, Meadow checked her phone and saw a text from her friend from Australia that was a two days old.

From Bee: Hey Meddieee guess who's coming to America for a holidayyy?

Meadow smiled softly to herself and typed a reply.

To Bee: You. When do you get here?

As soon as she sent it, Meadow received a reply.

From Bee: I'm here now actually, what's your address? I'll pop by, I heard what happened.

Meadow quickly walked to the end of her street to check the sign and typed in her address and sent it. As she approached her home, she noticed Mikey Way sitting on his front porch a couple of houses down, looking at her. He waved, a smile on his face, Meadow simply nodded in response. She couldn't bring herself to smile back.

Walking into her room, she looked in the mirror. Her hair was sticking up in odd places and her cheeks were tear stained. Overall, she looked horrible. Sighing, Meadow fell face first onto her bed, she couldn't cry anymore, it was like her tear ducts had dried up and could not produce anymore tears.

She heard a loud knock on the door downstairs, since Grace was at work, Meadow trudged downstairs and opened the door.

"Hey Bee," whispered Meadow, "long time no see."

Immediately she was engulfed in a hug, "I'm so sorry to hear about your mother Meddie, I'm also sorry that you still don't call me Brendon. Bee is such a girly name," sighed Brendon, "but seriously, I'm so so sorry about Monica."

Meadow pulled away from Brendon, her eyes welling up with tears unlike before, but these tears were small, these tears weren't worth crying to Meadow. "Come on, let's go upstairs to my room," mumbled Meadow, leading the way into her room.