Growing Up Chemical

Mikey's Special

((Chloe's Point Of View))

We got up off the bathroom floor and walked to the kitchen. The sun was begining to set into the late September sky. "Friday is almost over. Two days till school." Gerard cringed at the word.

He opened up a cabinet and pulled out five different cereals. "And here is where you'll find the gormae meal out chef has provided."

"He's a pretty fancy cook I see. How about the Cocoa Pebbles?" We started laughing and Mikey quietly walked in and sat down at the table. I walked over and sat next to him. "Hey kid." I said quietly. He smiled at me and said, "Hi."

"So what cereal would you like?"

"It really doesn't matter. I'm not even that hungry."

I looked at how skinny he was. I wondered if he ever ate. I decided I'd ask Gee. "Can I ask you another question?"

"Umm sure."

"This is going to sound wierd, but...does Mikey eat?"

"Well, it's complicated. Sometimes he eats without a problem. We used to sit down at the table every night and our mom cooked dinner. Now we eat Ramen Noodles, Cereal, and Pop Tarts. It's hard for him still, and even though she left us, he feels eating sometimes without her is like breaking a promise."

I just nodded. I wasn't sure how to respond to him. Poor little fragile Mikey. I took my cereal, and walked back over to Mikey. For the first time, I hugged him. I figured he would hesitate, but he didn't. He hugged me, and I thought I heard him crying. I pulled his arms from around me and looked into his watery eyes. "Don't cry, Mikes." I grabbed him in a hug again and I just held him. I felt horrible for this kid. I was going to do everything possible to make him smile.

Gerard came and sat down and we ate. Mikey ended up in the living room with his bass. I sighed when I had finished eating and looked out the window. The moon was full tonight, and the stars were beautiful. It made me smile thinking about star jumping, a theory me and my dad had made up when I was little.

Me and Gerard went out in the living room and sat down. He was on the couch and I sat by Mikey. "We should watch a movie."

"Okay.....can I pick?"

"Mikey, she's the guest."

"Oh it doesn't bother me. What's one of your favorite movies kid?"

"Jaws!" he said excitedly.

"Okay, how about like second favorite?"

"Well, I really like Edward Scissor Hands." I smiled at his choice. I loved that movie. He jumped up, got the movie, and put it in.

I was trying my hardest to stay awake. I figured if I was going to fall asleep though, I might as well get in pajamas. "I'll be right back." I smiled at the brothers and walked to Gerard's room. It felt wierd changing in there, so I went into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, and washed my face. Then I looked in the mirror.

I saw the dark circles around my eyes slowly fading. I looked to my arms, and saw the bruises becoming less visable. That was the one thing I hadn't told Gerard. I was never up to explain it, so I forgot about it, and moved on.

I grabbed my blanket from his room and ran back to the living room. Mikey had fallen asleep. I put a pillow under his head, and took of his beanie and glasses. He was so adorable. I went to sit back on the floor, and Gerard stopped me. "You don't have to sit on the floor. I was going to make you, but you actually got Mikey to fall asleep." I went and sat next to him.

"What do you mean about Mikey?"

"He's a really toubled kid. He got bullied to. Plus our mom and dad. I'm all he has and at night he thinks to much. I sit up with him half the night, trying to calm him down." I looked into Gerards troubled eyes. He was really concerned about his brother. But then a smile spread across his face. "I don't know why, but you have a connection with him. I'm honestly jelous of you. He's a special kid, I just know it." I nodded and set my head on his shoulder. And that was the last I remember.

I woke up and stretched. "Ow!" I sat up quick to see Gerard rubbing his nose. "Oh my franking gosh! I am so sorry!"

"I will forgive you if you explain what you just said to me." I looked at him puzzilingly. "Franking?"

"Ohhh. Well since we can't swear me, Ray, and Frank came up with franking. I don't know. We were like eight."

I started to giggle at his bed head but he silenced me with his hand, and pointed to the floor. Mikey was still sound asleep. I quieted, but smiled at the little frame of his body on the floor. Gerard was right. Mikey really was special.

We got up and went into his room. I got my phone from my bag and checked it. I had a message from Frank. It was from last night, when I hadn't had it with me.

just makin sure yur ok. i felt bad wen yu left and thawt maybe yu stopped being my bestfreeeend....?

I texted him back quickly.

we will never ever EVER stop being bestfreeeeends :3 sorry, my phone wasnt in the room with me when yu texted lastnite

"Can we just hang out around here today? I don't feel like getting into jeans."

"Sure. That was what me and Mikey usually did anyway except for occasionaly going to the park." I grabbed my Tommy Girl sweat pants, Paramore sweater, and a black tank top. I got changed quickly. I brushed my teeth again, and brushed out my hair. It was curling on the ends. I sighed in frustration.

I walked back into Gerards room, and he smiled at me. "What? Yes, I know this is an attractive look." I rolled my eyes and grabbed my straightener. He had that look like he wanted to say something, but didn't want to at the same time. "What's up Gee?"

"Well.....um....promise not to judge?"

"Have I judged you so far?"

"Well......can you straighten my hair?" He looked at floor and I smiled. "That would be awesome."