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Summerset Stories	By : medievalcutie Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1262 -:- 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.

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A/N: Okay, so this is what happens when I'm REALLY supposed to be working on the one acts that I'm writing for the APO contest. Forewarning, some graphicness and a bit of a twist. Review to show me you love me! Enjoy! :)

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Mikey walked into the video rental store that doubled as a comic book store, and headed straight for the back room, where the ‘adult’ videos were, along with the offices. He wasn’t looking for a dirty movie, but his brother. Mikey knew that Gee was at work, and therefore, he was probably holed up back in his office working on his series rather than actually doing anything. He stormed back to his brother’s office and threw the door open, not bothering to knock, and frowned as he saw Jesse hop down from sitting on the edge of Gee’s desk. Not him too.

“I’ll get back to you on that, Jess.” Gee frowned at his brother, sending Jesse an apologetic grin before turning back to Mikey when Jesse had shut the office door behind her. “Mikes, what’s up?”

“They were having sex, Gee. With the door wide open. And then the bastard from high school showed up, AT OUR HOUSE! He was there to explain about having to cancel their date. My god, it’s like Liberty all over again.”

Mikey stopped frantically pacing across the floor and slumped down against the wall, his head in his hands. He had fears that he would be doomed to a string of bad relationships after his last major serious relationship had fallen apart. Mikey and Liberty had been dating throughout college and about a year of high school, and Mikey had thought they were as in love as two people could be. So he started thinking of a little more permanent situation. Of course he asked his best friends, aka his roommates and brother, and they all warned him against the girl, having known something that Mikey had refused to acknowledge.

Mikey had proposed to Liberty and they were happy for several months until the inevitable happened, someone challenged their relationship. This time in the form of an anonymous letter that suggested some problems with Liberty, and left a meeting place and time to uncover the so-called truth. Liberty spent the nights in theater rehearsals, as she was more artistically inclined than Mikey. The letter suggested a meeting at the same time as Liberty’s rehearsals, so he didn’t think it would be too bad of a thing to go and at least see who the nut-job who thought up this idea was.

And so when the designated meeting time rolled around, Mikey found himself making his way across town to a kind of strip joint. Of course with Liberty at rehearsals, he had no reason to be scared of her finding out about this little excursion. What he found inside the club wasn’t a mysterious person in a trenchcoat and hat, but his own fiancée dancing provocatively around another dancer and a male patron. Of course, Mikey left just as soon as he had walked in, Liberty never knowing that he was even there.

When he had confronted Liberty about the night, she had gotten upset with him, claiming he was spying on her and didn’t trust her. Quite obviously this all led to a major breakup, and Mikey had taken the worst of the emotional blows. He had started to draw away from everyone and everything that he had previously enjoyed, and slipped into depression. The lowest point was when Cara had found him unconscious in the bathroom, having overdosed on nighttime pain medication. This caused a shock throughout the house and all the housemates, as they had all grown even more concerned about Mikey after the break up.

Their worst fears were soon realized when, shortly after returning from the hospital, they received a visit from a police officer one night saying that Mikey had gotten into an accident while driving back from an observatory dig, the first work he had done since his time in the hospital. They were told that he had driven through the railing and off the side of the mountain. The only thing that had kept him from dying was that the car was stopped by a tree, and he had been wearing his seat belt. The police all assumed it was just an accident, that Mikey had lost control with the little ice covering the road, but his housemates all suspected the worst. When they visited him the next morning, Mikey seemed to acknowledge their fears.

But slowly Mikey came back to being a normal functioning person, but with the franticness of his current behavior, Gee was worried that his brother might revert back to his harmful past. Gee had tried for months to get Mikey to find a way to get over his feelings for Cara, but he had stubbornly refused to even admit them, much less find a way to get over them. So now that it seemed things with Cara had been effectively dashed, the worry for his brother suddenly popped back into the forefront.

“Mikes, listen to me, I’m sorry to hear that you had to find out like this, but Cara and Frankie have been crazy about each other for a while now. Listen to me, please don’t do anything, Mikes. I know that you’re in love with Cara, but you have to let go of it. You want her to be happy, don’t you?”

Mikey shoved off his brother’s arm and jumped up heading for the door. “I’m not in love with Cara! I just made a stupid choice again. I’m getting pretty good at that, don’t you think?” Mikey stopped and turned back to his brother, a look of hurt in his eyes, the moisture threatening to spill out making him look even younger than he was. “Gee, why does it happen to me? Am I not meant for love?”

Gee crossed the few feet between them and pulled his brother into his arms, rubbing his back soothingly like he had when they were kids. “Mikey, don’t talk about yourself like that. Of course you’re meant for love. You just haven’t found it yet. I’m sure there are plenty of girls who are fawning over you the same way. In fact, Madeline has been giving you lovey eyes for months now. I saw it when I visited you at work the last time. She’s a nice girl, and she’s pretty hot herself.”

Mikey pulled away from his brother’s embrace with a frown, shaking his head. No, he wasn’t going to hurt himself again with a relationship. “No, I think I’m done with relationships for a while. I’m going to work now, Gee. I shouldn’t have interrupted you at work. It’s your night for dinner.”

Before Gee could respond, Mikey walked out of the office and Gee heard him telling Jesse goodbye before rushing out of the store. There was a light knock on his office door and Jesse opened it and frowned, concerned at the look on his face.

“Gerard? What’s wrong? Mikey seemed to rush out of here awfully fast. Did something happen?”

Gee jumped, startled at the voice and shook his head lightly. “No, he just had to get to work. We were just talking about whose night it is to pick up dinner and work. You know the deal.” He went back to his desk and sat down, pulling out a notebook that had a few doodles on the cover, intending to work on his graphic novel series to take his mind off things.

“Despite the fact that I know you’re lying to me, Gerard Way, I’m going to just ignore that and head back out to do our tallies. If you really want to talk about it, you know where I am. Go back to your doodles for a little while to calm down, ass.” Jesse frowned as she got upset again at his flippancy over their relationship. She knew he was still in the debate about what exactly to do about them, but she was getting tired of his indecision and the way he would change.

As Jesse stormed out of his office, Gee put his head down on his desk, muttering curses at himself. He hadn’t been at work an hour yet and already two people had stormed out of his office, he had lost all the ideas that he had come up with on the drive over, and he felt lousier than he had in a while. The temptation for the alcohol he kept in his desk as a reminder of his past addiction was almost overwhelming, but he managed to keep it restrained.

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Cara sat in the living room floor surrounded by a mass of papers, scores from various pieces were scattered in front of her while open research books and notebooks were on either side of her. At the moment, she had a notebook open in her lap and she was furiously scribbling away notes on the paper. Although the sound of the door slamming caused her to jump, sending the notebook and pencil she was using flying out of her hands. She turned towards the direction of the door and frowned when she saw Mikey rush by, heading in the direction of the kitchen. She stood and carefully stepped over the music she was using to work on her final degree and headed to the kitchen to see what was wrong with Mikey.

When Cara reached the kitchen, she found Mikey digging through the refrigerator. She walked over and lightly laid a hand on Mikey’s back, causing him to jump and hit his head on the shelf above his head in the refrigerator. “Mikey? What’s wrong?” She was worried about him because after he had stormed out, they hadn’t heard anything from him all day, and Cara was afraid he would end up reverting back to his previous harmful personality.

“Huh? Oh, nothing. Just looking for the ham. Gee’s turn for dinner, but I have to get back to work.” Mikey turned and started pulling the things down to make a sandwich and tried his best to ignore Cara and the look of concern on her face. After all, this was all her fault really. If she hadn’t been acting like a whore with Frank, then things wouldn’t have gotten weird between them.

Cara walked up behind Mikey as he sat the things down on the counter and wrapped her arms around his waist, hating how he was ignoring her. She had known that this would happen when her relationship with Frankie finally went beyond that of just friends. But it wasn’t any easier having known it was coming than it was to have it here now. “Mikey, please don’t do this. You know how bad it hurts me when you act like this.”

The touch of Cara’s arms caused Mikey to freeze, not sure what exactly was going on, but knowing that the feeling just felt right somehow. When Cara asked him to stop ignoring her and saying how much it hurt her, Mikey stiffened. Did she think of what she had done to him? She had hurt him to the wick. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Cara. I was just making a sandwich so I can run back to work. I would have picked up fast food, but I didn’t want to have a hamburger again. I have to hurry, since I have a meeting in a few minutes.”

Cara sighed and pulled back from Mikey, sure that he was lying to her, but not knowing what to do about it. After all, Mikey had always had his own shell, and Cara had learned that it was useless to try and push him to explain what was wrong. So she just shook her head and started back off towards the living room, but not before she heard the muttered curse from Mikey.

Despite all the talking up that he had done on the drive back, Mikey still felt himself softening at Cara’s reactions. It seemed that she still did care for him. She was acting like she had all the times before. Mikey felt the familiar feelings welling up in him, and then he heard the sound of Frank’s bedroom door closing and everything came back to him. She was only stringing him along while she was really in love with Frankie. “Bitch.”

Mikey didn’t notice Cara’s flinch as he muttered the curse, but instead finished making the sandwich and instead of heading to his bedroom, which had been his original idea when coming back here, he folded it up in a napkin and went back to his car and drove off in the direction of the park. He would sit and have his sandwich by the pond. Perhaps if he was lucky, some criminal would come and rob him or even better kill him and end it all for him.

Frank had heard the door slam, and had went back to his room to dry off and get dressed after his shower. And as he walked down the stairs, he noticed Mikey rushing out. Well that wasn’t a good sign. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he turned and saw Cara in the middle of the living room floor with her music papers scattered out around her just staring at them. Frank waited a moment to see if she was just reading over the scores or if he was right in thinking that she was upset over something. When she didn’t grab her notebook and start jotting things away in her notebook, Frank knew that something was wrong and he walked over and sat down behind her, careful of her music and lightly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back into his embrace, frowning as he felt tears on his arm.

“Penguin, what’s wrong?” Frank gently pulled Cara back into his lap and turned her face up to him. “It’s because Mikey is upset, isn’t it? Try not to worry about him, Penguin.”

Cara turned and wrapped her arms around Frank’s neck, leaning her head against his chest, crying softly. She had been worried of what would happen with Mikey when he found out about her feelings for Frank and their growing relationship. And now to see what it had seemingly made Mikey do was worrying her about the past and what might happen with him now. “Frankie, I can’t help but worry about Mikey. I’m afraid he’ll try the same thing as with Liberty. God, I don’t think I could handle losing my best friend. It almost killed me before, Frankie.”

Cara’s tears were always a weak spot for Frank, and he had always hated to see her upset, and even more so now, because in a way he thought himself to be at least partially responsible for the tears. He brought her face to his and kissed her gently, feeling his own eyes threatening to water at the sight of her tears. “Penguin, all we can do is hope that Mikey will be okay and come to terms with our relationship. We both knew that he probably wasn’t going to take it in the best of ways, but hopefully he will understand that you’re happy and be glad for you. You are happy with me, aren’t you?”

“Of course, Frankie. I just wish ---“

“That Mikey was happy for you. I know, Penguin. I wish it too. But I guess we just have to wait a little while for him to get over the bit of shock. After all, it was a bit dramatic how he found out.” Frank chuckled a little at the reference to their first time together. He smiled seeing a hint of a grin cross Cara’s face before she yawned.

“I have to at least finish the Bach and Handel analysis tonight or I’ll be so far behind nothing will be able to catch me up.” Cara made an attempt to gather the energy to get back to working on her analysis project, but then decided against it as the warmth of Frank’s embrace was too tempting.

Frank moved just a fraction to pull Cara closer into his lap and embrace, smiling as he noticed her eyelids fluttering closed. She had already had a bit of a stressful day, and she deserved the sleep. Besides, hopefully while asleep, she wouldn’t have the stress and worry about Mikey hanging over her head. So as soon as her breathing evened out enough to tell that she was actually asleep, Frank moved to take her up to her room for the night when she started to whimper in her sleep as if having nightmares. So he just moved and settled himself more comfortably on the floor himself, with Cara curled up beside him. Soon enough he was asleep as well.

The sight of Frank and Cara curled up on the living room floor asleep was the first thing that Mikey saw when he came back in that night and he frowned, hating the sudden realization that he had spent the last several hours in vain trying to get away from the fact that Cara was lost to him. He muttered curses as he walked up to his bedroom. There was no turning back from this now. He reached his room and went inside, closing the door behind him for the night.

~*~

Cara woke up with her neck sore, and wondered what she had done to cause her neck to hurt. As she opened her eyes, she saw the couch, and realized that she must have fallen asleep in the living room. She snuggled closer to the warmth, and felt an arm curl around her waist tighter. She inhaled and smiled at the scent of Frank’s cologne. Although at that realization, she had another thought. Mikey. He had to have come back and more saw them asleep together. Cara slowly moved out of Frank’s arms and headed to the stairs and up to Mikey’s room to check on him.

When she reached Mikey’s room, she knocked lightly. “Mikey, are you awake?” Not hearing any answer, Cara debated just leaving and letting Mikey come out when he was ready to come out and talk to them. But then she changed her mind and opened the door, a scream coming to her lips at the sight before her.

Mikey was hanging limply from the ceiling fan with a phone cord wrapped around his neck. His head was bloated with his skin a sickening purplish color. His body limply hanging there, completely dead. Cara could see where he had used the very bottom edge of his bed to hang himself, and screamed again. That was the last thing she saw as blackness engulfed her.
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