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Dead Like Me	By : poe Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 4827 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Okay, people, here I am again! Sorry for the lack of updates, but it’s been a LOOOOONG month, and I’m finally caught up. So here is the new chapter. I hope you guys are in this for the long haul, because it’s about to get even more fucked up than it already is......
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I was quiet the whole way there. I guess Mikey didn't really notice. He was going on about how he had run into his friend, Bert I think his name was, from years ago, and they'd had lunch together, just catching up. He was really Gerard's friend, he said, but they'd always gotten along. He'd invited him out for drinks, and Mikey said we'd go. I didn't want him to get mad, so I said yes, even though I didn't really feel like going. But Mikey was like that, never wanting to sever any ties. He could have the worst break-up with someone, but still be polite as punch, not wanting to close the door on a possible reconcilliation. I didn't understand how he could do it, all those ex-girlfriends. I guess it helped that he was gay. It made them a lot less angry when they knew that he didn't like girls.
He sat across from me, slowly chewing the mouthful of fries that he had shoved into his mouth because I dared him to. He was always game for a dare, even if I only gave him a dollar for it. The best was when I told him that I'd pay him in other ways. Then there was no way he'd say no. He smiled at me, a half-digested fry-laden grin, and I playfully smacked him on the shoulder.
"Mikey! That's so gross! You’re supposed to eat your food, not play with it!" I scolded him like he was twelve. In some ways I guess you couldn’t really tell the difference between him and a child.
"Oh, thanks, Moooom," he dragged out the vowel on mom, and rolled his eyes at me, but swallowed his fries.
In the meantime, I had barely touched my food. I felt sick all over. I wasn't sure if I was actually sick or if I was just thinking about the wrong things, namely the fact that Gerard hadn't spoken more than two words to me in the last month. But thankfully Mikey was too busy playing with his food to take much notice. It's not that he didn't notice my state, he just didn't think too much of it.
I impulsively grabbed his hand across the table, smoothing the back of his hand with my thumbs. He squeezed mine in return, and I could see the beginnings of concern etching themselves into his eyes.
"Are you okay, hun?" He asked quietly, his brows furrowed slightly.
I nodded quietly, trying to flash him a carefree grin. He saw through it, and pulled his hand away from mine, looking at me more intently.
"Frank Iero, don't think for one second that I can't see through you. I know something's wrong. Tell me, please?"
"No, Mikey, really, I'm fine. Really!" I repeated again earnestly as he raised his eyebrows skeptically.
"Is this because of me wanting us to go out tonight with Bert? Because if you don't want to go..."
"No, Mikey, it's fine! I told you we could go, and we're going. I'm just not feeling to well lately."
That worked, and the suspicion turned to concern as he scooted his chair around to pull me into a half-hug. "Oh, baby, why didn't you say something before? I could have told him another time or something if you're sick!"
"No, Mikey, really, it's okay. I'll be fine, I think I'm just over-tired."
"Okay, well, we don't have to stay very long. Just tell me when you want to go, and we'll go, okay?" He lifted my chin up with his finger, smiling down into my eyes.
"Okay." He sealed our agreement with a little kiss.

It was just about to turn into a better one when someone yelled out ,"Mikey!"
Mikey got up to greet the guy, and I turned around to see him hugging a shorter man, with shoulder-length dark hair, kind of wavy. He had some scruff, like he hadn't shaved in a couple days at least, and he was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. He hugged Mikey tightly, finally letting him go. Mikey sat down beside me again, putting his arm around the back of my chair.
"Frank, this is Bert. Bert, Frank." Bert leaned down and shook my hand roughly.
"Nice to meet you kid." I instantly cringed at the nickname. I wasn't a kid; hell I probably wasn't much younger than he was, if he was Mikey's age anyway. Although, Mikey had said something about him being Gerard's friend first, so maybe he was more like Gerard's age. Whatever the case, he didn't seem to be in any position to be calling me kid. So I smiled politely, showing no teeth, and pulled my hand away from his.
"It's nice to meet you too, Bert. Mikey hasn't been able to stop talking about you since this afternoon."
"Yeah, that's my little Mikes." He replied, reaching out to ruffle Mikey’s hair. "Damn, I remember when he was younger, he used to follow me and Gerard around, back in high school. He though we were the coolest motherfuckers around. God, those were the days, eh Mikes?" He slapped Mikey on the back, mussing his hair once again for good measure, and sat back in his chair.
Mikey chuckled along with him, and they launched into story time.
I sat silently, becoming more and more annoyed as Bert kept talking. It wasn't so much Bert himself, just the fact that all the things that they were talking about had to do with a Mikey that I didn't know. I only new the Mikey that I was dating. The Mikey that I had become friends with because he was Gerard's little brother, and I saw him as a way to get to Gerard. I knew something of Mikey's past because I had been a part of some of the more recent things. But all this stuff that Bert was talking about, I didn't know shit about it. I wasn't there to see it. That was the Mikey from long ago. They'd had so many memories and stories, and I felt completely left out of the conversation. And frankly, I was starting to get a bit jealous about how they were getting on.
I tugged sharply on Mikey's sleeve during a particularly raucous part of a story. Mikey looked over at me questioningly.
"Can we go now? I’m starting to get a headache."
Mikey looked over at Bert before responding. "Are you sure Frank? Already? We just got here......"
"I just don't feel good.....and besides you promised me that we could go home early."
"Oh, come on, Frankie! Let Mikey have a little fun here!" Bert piped in. I wanted to punch his lights out.
"No, Bert, he's right. He said he wasn't feeling well before, and I did promise him that we could go home early...."
I smiled inwardly, glad for my small victory over the "best buddy". But Bert wasn't about to give up so easily.
"Well, why don't we just take Frank home, and then me and you can go out a get a few more drinks?"
Mikey didn't say anything, he just looked at me. I was irritated, but I wasn't about to let Bert get the best of me. I smiled, standing up to leave.
"Actually, you know what? I think I'll just get a cab, and let you two catch up. Don't worry about getting me home.” I stood up, shaking Bert's hand. "It was nice to meet you Bert. I'll see you later."
Mikey stood up with me, telling Bert that he was walking me out, and followed me to the front of the building. When we stopped at the curb, he pulled me into his arms. I could see that he was worried about my strange behaviour. "Are you sure, babe? I mean, I can come home with you....I can see Bert another day."
I wrapped my arms around Mikey's shoulders and gave him a peck on the lips. "Don't worry Mikey, it's fine. Really. I want you to have some fun with your friends too."
I kissed him again, pulling away as a taxi car pulled up. "Just don't stay out too late.....I do have plans for you when you get home."
Mikey kissed me one last time, and closed the door on the cab. I watched him watch me until the cab disappeared around the corner. I was going home without Mikey. I was going home to Gerard, who hadn't talked to me since I turned him down. I wasn't sure what to expect.
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okay! The next chapter is going to be the showdown! Who will be victorious in the battle of Mikey vs. Gerard vs. Frank? Who knows? Me. I know. And if you want to know too, you'd better give me some sugar!
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