Wake me up at 4:20/ Frerard

Challenge 5

Frank couldn't sleep in his own house anymore, he spent the whole night awake listening for the sound of that Black Toyota pulling into his drive way. He almost texted Mikey, asking if he could stay over again but he was pretty sure Gerard hated him and Frank didn't want him to kill him in his sleep. No thanks, he'll take the mysterious stalkers over the alcoholic with anger issues. Though it did hurt him to think of Gerard in pain, mental or physical pain. It was early morning now, the sun already had risen somewhat. He was about to check his challenge for the day when he got a call from Mikey.

The sound of a bottle breaking, screams and much more plagued Mikey's head. The screams were the worst, because they belonged to him. He couldn't figure out if they were just in the memory or if he was currently making them. Memories of Gerard coming home, looking like a mess and how he would threaten Mikey to not tell their parents.

Finally, Mikey gained the courage to pick up his phone; he dialed Frank's number. He had given it to him previously after they hung out after his work shift, Mikey had just stared at the small scrap of paper with 10 numbers on it for a few moments before pocketing to insert it into his phone later on when Frank was gone. He'd be lying if just that small act didn't make Mikey's heart flutter a bit. Sure, Frank had just given it since they were friends but obviously Mikey's head ran wild with ideas. It was the first time he had ever fallen for someone, so you couldn't really blame him. But now, as his hands shook when he dialed the number for the first time it wasnt out of nervousness, it was out of fear for his own memories. It's not like Gerard had ever hurt Mikey, besides his arm, but it was the potentiality that scared him. Gerard intoxicated could do many things and not give a fuck about it afterwards; or at least until he turned sober enough to realize what he had done (like when he broke Mikey's arm). Gerard sober was a kind, smart, sweet and fun person to be around; but like everyone he had his dark sides. His dark sides just seemed to come out with a little bit of alcohol. Mikey had never been scared of his own brother, not until he realized he had relapsed and his dark side was coming back stronger than ever.

"Hello?" Frank answered, the sound of his voice almost calming Mikey down but he knew that Frank had limited minutes on his phone plan so he knew the call couldn't last forever.

"H-hey," Mikey replied shakily, "Um, c-can you come over, or something?" He asked nervously.

"What's wrong?" Frank asked, Mikey could hear the concern in his voice.

"I-It's nothing..s-sorry for calling,"

"No, Mikey. Seriously, what's wrong?"

"Anxiety...,"

"I'm coming over, you're at your house right?"

"Y-yeah, th-thanks,"

Mikey hung up, not wanting to bother Frank anymore than he was. He felt guilty now, feeling like he shouldn't have called in the first place. It was too late anyway, Frank only lived a few blocks away and Mikey knew Frank can't answer his phone when he's riding his bike.

A few minutes later, Mikey could hear Frank ditch his bike in their garage. He watched through the window in his room as Frank walked to their front door. From this height, Mikey couldn't see the amount concern on Frank's face. Mikey walked downstairs to let him in, just now Mieky didn't realize how much of a mess he probably looked. He bit his lip nervously, finally answering the door so Frank wouldn't be even more worried than he was.

"Hey," Frank said in a hushed and worried voice when he saw Mikey, "What's wrong? I know you said anxiety but...,". Mikey just shrugged a little, hugging himself tightly because now that Frank was actually in front of him his problems seemed so small.

"N-Nothing, it's stupid, y-you d-don't have to stay...I know you don't want to," Mikey told him, looking down at the floor.

"Of course I want to stay, why wouldn't I? Nothing's better than hanging out with a friend," Frank assured, wanting to cheer Mikey up but not really knowing how besides letting him know that yes, he in fact did want to hang out with him. "Wanna watch movies? I can make some popcorn if you guys have any and you can be picking out the movie? It doesn't have to be horror this time," he said.