Caraphernelia {Frerard}

c h a p t e r t h i r t e e n

Caraphernelia

And just throw, oh no. You can't just throw me away.

Pierce the Veil ft. Jeremy McKinnon - Caraphernelia

f r a n k

I didn't want to hear whatever it was Mikey was bitching me for this time, I just wanted to hide away, something I've been doing for a while now. I decided to tune into what he was saying, knowing that the last time he had caught me out on not listening to him had really upset him and hurt his precious feelings, and I didn't really want a repeat of his moping again, as much as it would let me live for the next few days in peace and quiet, "Frank, I don't know if you've noticed this but he's been gone for nearly seven months now, I think it's time to give up hope on him."

I breathe out heavily as a half assed bitter laugh as I tilt my head to look at him dead in the eye, something I hadn't worked up the courage to do in a few weeks now because the last time I had looked him right in the eye, I had ended up in tears, snotty and with a sore head and a sore throat and cuddled into Mikey's chest. I knew it was a pathetic move on my part and I knew Mikey was now with someone else, but it still happened, I still remember it and the whole thought of it still embarrasses me.

"Holy crap, seven months? Didn't even notice that Gerard guy leave, how's he doing now?" I drawl out, knowing my voice lacked any sign of emotion but I wasn't worried about my feeble attempt of trying to feel the annoyance Mikey was feeling. I was a lot more worried about the fact that I felt bad for hurting Mikey's feelings by giving him such a sarcastic answer.

"Just because you're all bitter and disenchanted by Gerard now does not mean you can be a little shit to me." Mikey huffed, turning around and heading for the door, "He fucking dumped you, I didn't."

I deserved every rude thing Mikey had to offer. I deserved whatever hate he could throw my way. I've been a massive dick to him and he was there for me and willing enough to actually out up with all of my bullshit, not wanting me to be alone with myself too long in the fear of me actually doing what he didn't really want me to do in the first place.

I had used him for my own wants for a good two months when Gerard first left me and Mikey and I first slept together. There wasn't really much of a nicer way to say that I used Mikey liking me to my advantage and there wasn't anyway for me to sugar coat it off and put a pretty little bow on it. I didn't even try hiding it, Mikey knew, all of his friends knew, I'm pretty sure Gerard would've found out about it at one point too, it wasn't ever going to be much of a secret when the 'relationship' that I had with Mikey wasn't a secret.

I play with my fingers for a while, not actually trying to keep tract of the time that went by with me just sitting here, staring at my hands. My nails were caked with dirt and there were smears across the skin, my drop in basic hygiene had effected me badly and just by the look of my hands did I see this. I had been wearing the same clothes for three days in a row, the thought of me not going any further than the kitchen was enough to assure me that I was fine in these clothes, the only people that were going to be seeing me was myself and Mikey.

Mikey bursts into my room once again and the door slams against the wall, storming into the room. He towers above me, glaring down at me, "Frank, I'm taking you somewhere whether you like it or not. Go and get ready before I strip, bathe and dress you myself. I'll pack some of your things whilst you get ready. You only have twenty minutes before I drag you about."

I roll my eyes at the boy, holding my hands out for him to grab and haul me up, "Where you taking me? I wanna know so I can find a way to cancel on you." Mikey drops my hands with a sound of annoyance and he pushes me towards the bathroom with the smallest amount of patience left in his system, ready to beat the shit out of me if I don't cooperate with him, "I fuckin' hope that you like it because you have no choice in this. I hope that you enjoy yourself because you're not coming home with me."

I snort and begin to strip myself of clothes in front of Mikey without a problem, "So you're just gonna throw me away because you're tired of me? Don't you think that's a bit rude, Mikes? I thought we were great mates!" I shake my head as I chuckle to myself, stepping into the shower just so I could please Mikey, "We are good mates, but I can't stand seeing you being a soppy ass just sitting tree and staring at the wall. I would feel better if I saw you crying!"

I roll my eyes as I spin the tap to turn on the water, "You are a massive asshole, Michael."

It wasn't long before I was stood in front of Mikey, my hair dripping but clean, a towel wrapped around my waist, "Is this good enough for you or do I have to go shave my legs and drop a bath bomb or two in there to relax me and let me have a nice floral scent?" Mikey rolls his eyes at me and turns his back on me, heading over to the bed and picked up a pile of clothes, throwing them at me.

"Get them on now, we're leaving in exactly ten minutes."