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Worn Concrete	By : o0outofservice0o Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1230 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Square One
- 2-Fix You
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- 2
I am aware the real Mikey Way does not have asthma. I don't own anything.
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Chapter Two:

It was Frank who broke their silence. Their surroundings of old houses and apartment buildings were long gone. Who knows how long they had walked. Their legs had just set a rhythm that matched the others and wouldn’t stop. Mikey smiled a little, his eyes peering through his thick glasses at the other one. “What are you singing?” He said cutting him off. Frank jumped just a little. “That one song. You had it blasting on your headphones earlier this morning.” He finally said. They both thought. Frank hummed it once more as they made their way up a hill. The worn concrete was smooth from years of heavy cars driving across it. Mikey remembered the first time he had driven his mother’s car. He let a small laugh escape his cold lips and looked back up. The sun was lowering; the cold dark was enveloping them now. They slowed with their steps. Maybe they had walked a little too far. Frank halted his steps. His eyes looked to the construction site like a little kid would eye a huge birthday cake or something like that. He grinned, stretching out an arm without looking and grabbed Mikey by the hand. Michael stopped. Looking from their hands and to Frank’s wonderful expression. “Oh no. Frank. No” He said shaking his head. He attempted to loosen his hand from the others but his grip tightened. Frank tugged and gave him a saddened look. “Not like we’re stealing. Just, common you little bitch” He snapped. Mikey pulled his hand away and walked a few steps away. He glared down at Frank. He crossed his arms some and shook his head. “We should head back” He snapped right back. Frank’s short form surprisingly made its way over the fence quickly. The metal clicking as his weight strained the fence. Mikey gave a slightly defeated look and followed after. His long legs and slender form made it much easier for him to make it over. He hated heights. He took a deep breathe and swung his left leg over, straddling the fence for a moment as he looked down. The dirty ground didn’t look too welcoming. He pushed his glasses up and seconds after he had swung his leg over, he felt his feet hit the hard ground. Frank snickered. Mikey straightened his form and let his hands quickly dust his knees off. “Uh… Frank?” He said. He looked up. The dark was thick on the construction site. He looked around. His eyes strained for a moment before he saw the familiar small form and pale complexion. Frank’s eyes gleamed as he snatched Mikey’s attention. His hand slipping into the other’s as he dragged him away from the fence where the lights where. Mikey slowed his steps just so they wouldn’t move as fast. Maybe thinking it would work to make Frank change his mind about this. It was trespassing after all. They could get arrested or something. Their hot breathes once more showed up in the air like they had done before in the parking lot of the Airport. Only this time they seemed more refreshing. The cool air began to hurt the Younger one’s throat. He coughed a little. The elder watched him and quickened his steps. Their hands separated as they came to the work elevator.
“Mikes…?”
“No.”
“Fine. Take the damn stairs.”
“It’s 10 flights –“
“Come on Mikes.”
“We shouldn’t-“
Frank slipped a freezing cold hand over Mikey’s mouth. Shushing him. Mikey just stared, extremely shocked by this sudden action. Michael let out a muffle behind his hand. Frank shuddered at the warmth against his hand and quickly brought it down, letting it rest on the other’s shoulder. “You nerd, come on.” He finally whispered. Mikey just nodded, staying close behind the other. They both zipped up their jackets a little as they slipped into the metal carrier. Frank had never used on before. Mikey jumped as the other’s arms slammed the door shut pretty harsh. A cold wind blew through them. They both shivered. There on the side to Frank’s right was the buttons. He snatched up the box from the wall and pushed the red one on the top. The lift shuttered some and clinked. “Does it-“Mikey began worried but was answered as it moved up. They stood in silence; almost as if they spoke it would have fallen and caused them an untimely death.

A loud buzzer sounded. They both jumped, looking at each other and fell into a nervous chuckle as they saw each other’s expressions. Michael pushed passed the other and slid open the gate like doors halfway, Frank squeezed through and Mikey followed. Closing it behind him gently, though it was hard and still made a loud banging noise. They halted. Look around the flat surface of the hard concrete roof. It looked like they had gotten so much done to the building then just suddenly stopped. The roof had nothing surrounding the edges. Even though in the center now and far from any edges Michael already felt as if he was in danger of falling. Frank knew that Mikey feared heights more then anything at all. Sneaking up behind the poor boy as he wandered a few feet with an edge and pushed him.

Instantly Mikey tensed, the sudden movement made the loose rubble on the floor skitter off the edge and bounce off every available shelf possible. It brought shivers up the boys spine as he watched in horror while reeling backwards from the edge and unknowingly seeking out Frank for stability. His face was ghost white, his eyes as wide as Bambie’s and filled with fear. Somehow or another he’d gotten fistfuls of Franks jacket and was hiding his face in the nook of his throat. Shudders kept at it, and Frank, somewhat regretting what he’d done, wrapped his arms around Mikey’s shoulders and rest his chin on the side of his head. It was nice, he thought, to be able to stand like this, even if Mikey had just been scared witless. The silence wouldn’t last and sure enough Mikey found his courage to speak again. It went something like this: Mikey shoved Frank backwards, and Frank in shock, narrowed his eyes at the other.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“What do you mean?”
“I could have fucking fallen you prick.”
“Awh Mikey come on, you know I wouldn’t have pushed you that hard.”
“I don’t freaking care; you’re such a fucking bastard for that GOD.”
“Mike, you weren’t gonna fall off the edge okay?”
“I’m not okay! I was fucking Scaaaaared.”
“So?”
“SO?!”
“Jesus, lighten up, it was a joke.”
“Me being scared is not a fuckin’ joke, jerk.”
“I wouldn’t have let you fall.”
“Whatever.” Mikey was crossing his arms, and Frank was looking defeated more than cross now.
“I care for you too much for that.”
Mikey, who had opened his mouth to say something else, lost all footing on what his response would be, and just stared. It wasn’t so much the sentence, it was the way he said it. How soft he’d spoken it, how meaningful it meant. That simple sentence had stunned the boys back into silence. Frank came forwards, but instead of patting Mikey on the back, he smiled and moved past him to sit down and dangle his feet over the edge. The echo of his footsteps lingered a while and then was replaced by the patting of his hand on the empty space next to him. Mikey, after hesitation took the seat carefully, sitting close to Frank just for that extra safety point. Both of them looked at each other for a while, no expression on their faces and then Frankie spoke. “Sorry...” Mikey shrugged and cracked a smile. “Jerk.” “Whateva Mikey.” The mood lightened a moment, Mikey nudged the slipping glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “You ever thought of getting contact lenses?” Mikey looked at him weirdly. “What? And ruin my sex appeal? Hell no.” They both laughed. Frank kicked his feet against the surface, kicking up dust which made Mikey fuss, waving his hand. Darker clouds had started threatening to take away the light, and for a moment Frankie watched them move and fluff up the sky almost morbidly pretty like.

Mikey let out a heavy sigh which broke the silence. He felt a shiver run up his spine as he heard Frank shifting even more next to him. Each time he felt as if he was scooting over Mikey would throw a quick glance to the younger male. He started to think. His own eyes copying Frank’s and looked up.
Mikey’s mind wandered. He let his mind wander into things he had been trying so hard to avoid. About his life, and how he wanted it too be. He shivered some. Frank’s body shifting a little next to him, but he ignored it. He shook his legs back and forth a little as his mind took over his sense of reality. He had always been so melancholy about life. To much worrying about the future. He sighed. Looking down to his feet. Feeling his stomach turn as he realized once more how far up they were. God was he a moron for even being this close to the edge. His thoughts turned worse. He could jump, and end it all. The worrying and stress. The pain and hatred. Everything would just disappear. The loneliness. He shook himself mentally. Where were these damn thoughts creeping from? He couldn’t believe that he would even imagine such things as flinging his body from there. His thoughts crept back over. Drowning out his whole view almost. They became slightly overwhelming. He couldn’t face this secret he had. He shook his head some and just scooted backwards from the edge, the back of his knees digging into the sharp concrete. “You okay?” Frank mumbled from behind him. He looked over and then stretched his neck a little more. Frank’s jacket had been stuffed under his head and he had his hands folded neatly upon his chest. He took a deep swallow and nodded innocently. Was he okay? He didn’t even know.

Frank shifted from his comfortable spot, He swiped away the rocks that lay behind Mikey and tugged at his jacket some. Mikey shot him an evil look. “Hey come on. It’s comfortable” He said sweetly. Adding a heart melting smile to his words. Mikey nodded. His cold fingers shifted from the pockets that had failed to keep them warm and unzipped the jacket. His finger’s rubbed harshly against the medal. He groaned some and stretched around, Shifting his legs so they tensed. Not like this could help him from falling. He pushed the once more slipping glasses back up. Frank snatched the jacket from the elder’s hands and balled it up perfectly, patting it and smiling. Mikey stiffened as he felt his back touch the freezing concrete. Shuddering a little. His eyes closed tight. A warm hand stretched over his stomach suddenly. He jumped and looked over. His skin felt like ice under the cool air. He knew that this was stupid, but it was comfortable after a moment. “You okay Michael?” Frank repeated form earlier. A more distressed and concerned tone. Like before when he said he had cared about him too much to push him over the edge of the building. Michael’s stomach tensed a little as the hands stretched out and gripped his waist; the finger’s pushing into his skin, past the loose grey sweater. Mikey suddenly felt an overwhelming sense to just break down. But he couldn’t. Well he could, easily, but he wasn’t going to embarrass himself. Especially in front of Frank. Frank continued to ask him. Growing a little more concerned each time Mikey shook his head.

He shifted, pulling the smaller form slightly closer to his own. “Listen” He started. He kept his voice down and then quickly removed his hand. Mikey shifted as it was released, but stayed in the same spot. Frank bit his bottom lip some. Looking down at the small form of the other and took a deep breathe. He always thought Mikey held it together. He was so quiet, introverted and smart. But maybe it was all a cover up to what was underneath. Maybe he was just as confused as Frank was sometimes. Frank shifted so his body laid at a slightly turned angle, letting his eyes fall upon the other’s face. Mikey’s own just stay glued to the sky.

“I know that these past few months must have been stressful. It was for all of us.” He started. He wasn’t sure how too really figure out what was bothering this poor boy. He cared so deeply for the other. He wasn’t even sure where it ended. Mikey shook his head. Biting his bottom lip harshly. “No Frank. That… that is not it. At all. I guess… I just…” He stopped. What was it? He wanted to spit it out. He was afraid. But of what? Frank shook his shoulder. “Talk damnit!” He said roughly. It eased the moment for a few seconds. “Just, afraid I guess. Of…stuff.” They both silenced. Mikey clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut. He knew what it was now. He knew. He shook his head and groaned a little as he felt it become overwhelming. “Oh.. Mikey… Mikes! Don’t cry…” Frank whispered. Mikey shook his head, and suddenly found himself being comforted by the other. His finger’s stretched and ran through the light hair grazing against his scalp. Frank ran the same hand of his left cheek and wiped a few of the tears away. “What are you afraid of Mikey? What is it?” He whispered some. His arm lowered and tugged once more at the right side of his hips as he drug himself closer a little. Warming the other with his hands some. “Just, a lot. Everything almost. I hate this. I hate it” he snarled some, fighting back this frustrating feeling that caught his voice deep within his throat. He nuzzled his face into the other’s neck some. Frank stretched out beside him and wrapped the other arm behind his neck. “Listen” he said sweetly. Breathing on the cold neck of the other. “ It’s alright.. I’m here okay?” he said. His voice had a mind of its own sometimes. Mikey shivered some and just hid his face deeper within the other’s throat once more. Frank fought back a small groan from his own throat. Mikey’s small form felt so right in his arms in some weird way. He shook his head. He couldn’t think like this in such a crucial and emotional moment for the boy. “Mikey come on” He whispered. He wanted to make him feel better. Show him he wasn’t alone. He cared for the other, he did. Mikey shifted, his eyes straining and red from the tears that had forced through his eyes. “We can head back home and have some tea or something and sit down and talk” He shifted onto his elbows and helped Mikey up. Bending over for a quick moment to pick their jackets up. He helped Mikey’s with the zipped for a moment and was tempted to wrap an arm around him to comfort him again. He always did seem on the verge of a major breakdown. Shoving him playfully as they headed for the elevator. Frank shoved the sliding doors back with a slam forcefully and quickly. Mikey jumped and gave a nervous laugh as he jumped. Rain just then began to trinkle down from the dark sky. “Fuck” Frank said. Not noticing it was raining but the power was out. He jabbed the button a few times and cursed more.
“Stairs?”
“Stairs…”
“Fuck”
They both ran their hoods over their heads and jogged for the concrete stairs to the side. By the time they made it down, it was raining hard and they were out of breathe. Mikey groaned some and called out again for them to halt after a few minutes of running down the wet road back to his house. Frank halted, quickly running back and nudging him with his hands gently to continue “Come on, I’m sure we’re almost there you twat. Don’t break down now with that Asthma shit” he cursed.
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