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Worn Concrete	By : o0outofservice0o Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1229 -:- 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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Disclaimer: I own nothing. This has never happened, never will. You get the drill.
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Chapter One:

The bright lights from the ceiling beamed down onto the two boys’ as they walked past the metal detectors. Frank kept the hood of his black faded hoodie up, the slight whisps of the tip of his hair slightly covering his right eye. His hands shoved deep into his pockets and his shoulders slumped a bit. His eyes were forward as they made it towards the exit door or the airport. It was Mid-January.

The holiday rush was still there but not like it was around Christmas. Mikey, who had lagged behind to say a few more farewells to his parents and older brother Gerard, called out Frank’s name to grab his attention. Frank slowed but didn’t come to a complete stop. The boy finally caught up with the other, quickening his usually small steps to longer strides to keep up. It was only ten in the morning. The rest of the Ways were being treated too a round trip to Japan, but Mikey decided not to come. He had just wanted to return home after a long hard tour and just relax and sleep.

But no, Gerard had originally wanted to go by himself but decided to make it a family trip. Mikey just ignored Gee’s pleas over dinner the night before. He just repeated himself, over and over. “No Gerard, I don’t want to travel with you. I told you what I have planned for these months off before we have practice again. Okay?” He just ran it over and over. He snarled a bit. Frank pushed the glass door open and held it for Mikey. They had barely spoken since he had arrived. Well. He had only arrived technically a few hours ago. Frank wasn’t tired though. He shifted a glove covered hand through his black bangs a little and shot a small look to Mikey as they entered the rather large parking garage, their hot breathes showed in the cool morning air.

Frank opened his slightly parched lips to speak into the cool winter air but as if Mikey had read his very mind, he was cut off. Mikey’s skinny arm rose in the air before him and pointed. Frank’s eyes followed against the slender fingers to find where they were pointing. “Oh I see.” He said.

They quickly broke their own silence as their shoes padded against the rough work black cement. They jogged most of the way. New Jersey’s freezing air was their source of energy to make it to the car quicker. The black car was sitting between two large trucks. Mikey snarled some after he was given a quick jump when one suddenly started when he was behind it. Frank grabbed him by the shirt collar and dragged him, “Fucker!” Frank shouted out and spat as the truck drove off. The passenger stretched an arm out from the window and flicked them off. Mikey’s jaw dropped some at this whole action.

Frank’s hand still gripped tight on the skinny shoulder. “Jesus...” Mikey mumbled as Frank shouted out curse words toward the truck. Everyone stared. “Frank. Shush...” Mikey snapped some, completely embarrassed.

“Mikey, they almost hit you…I should follow-“He started, his face screwed up in an evil and pissed off sneer. “Drop it. They didn’t see me. Just forget it. I wasn’t hit. Let’s go home, I need some coffee” Mikey snapped, cutting him off. Frank licked his chapped lips again and took his hand from Mikey’s skinny shoulder. He noticed how much skinnier he had gotten. He would have to talk to him about that. He ruffled his hair some and smirked. “Whatever what-Eva” he smirked and made his way to the driver side. Mikey protested for a moment, offering to drive them home since he had driven them there. Frankie just shook his head, slipping into the driver’s seat and beginning the car. Mikey cursed under his breathe at Frank as he took the passenger seat. Frank slipped the radio on once the car had started. The old motor had trouble at first, Mikey was doubtful that it would have even started. Frank’s old car started, he laughed some. They threw each other a quick glance as they made their way from the Airport parking lot. The sun was barely coming up, snow hitting the windows as they made their way down the highway. For a moment Frank thought about lighting a cigarette but decided against it when he felt the cold air rush from Mikey’s slightly cracked window. “Michael! Put that damn thing up.” He snarled. Mikey glared but did as he said. They both settled into their seats and just watched the road.

Mikey’s head was pressed up against the window, eyes watching contently as the road disappeared into the distance. His breath painted the glass pane in mist, and Frank kept throwing sidelong glances at him with that hidden smile. Momentarily he shifted, pursing his lips and adjusting himself in the passenger seat, wiping the collection of breath that was clouding his vision. The road was made visible again, only to whip past his watching eyes. “Are we there yet?” He suggested playfully, which cracked the serious tone that had fallen on Frankie’s face. His smile widened slightly, Mikey was good at things like that. The journey back was almost conversation less. They had little snippets of conversation obviously, they were friends for Christ’s sake, but, it wasn’t constant. What do you expect after a tour eh? The energy needs recharging. So you would guess they thought this would be the time to do it right? Right. They both had things to think about obviously. Frankie was wondering how he was going to start the conversation over Mikey’s weight, and Mikey was pretty much thinking about how he was going to spend his time well enough. Minutes later, the New Jersey air was seeping back into the warmth they had generated into the car. Frank had opened his door and got out, flicking Mikey back into reality as he went. The two of them stepped up the drive to. Mikey put his key in the door and Frankie lit a cigarette. The flickering flame caught Michael’s eyes momentarily. The way it lit up the inside of Franks hands and cast shadows was something to marvel at. He was an artist, they saw things differently. Tearing his eyes onwards he motioned for the other to follow and opened the door inwardly. The familiar smell of a home long missed washed over him, and for a few seconds he wallowed in its remembrance. The memories that lay here were a mixture, and Frank, like Mikey, loved them all. Over the threshold they went, switching on the hall light. Winter weather always made things dark these days, and Frank shut the door behind him with that gentle suck and click of mechanics and wind traps. Mikey went straight into the kitchen dogged by Frankie. “You want a drink?” He asked. “Eh.” Was the reply. Tough then, he was having something and that was that.

Water was captured in a glass and sloshing up the inside before settling into quiet submission. Frank never touched it and instead crossed over the room to where Mikey was stood and opened the window to ash his cigarette out on the sill outside. They brushed shoulders briefly, and both boys glanced at each other. There was that momentary eye lock and then Frank turned away rather abruptly. “So, you lost weight?” The question slipped out somewhat awkward, and Frank slipped a cool hand to the back of his own neck, there to rub away his unease.

Mikey paused. His lips slightly moist from the water that was soaking into his lips as he held the glass there. He lowered it slightly, raising a long slender finger to his glasses and pushed them back up. "Sure. What of it?" he said softly. Slightly worried from the tone Frank had used when he asked the question. He hated this. Sure he was skinny but why was everyone obsessing over it?
His rather deep voice echoed into the clear glass. The water licking his lips again as he let it slip into his mouth. It felt nice to have a cool liquid spill into his parched mouth. Frank glared some. Michael let the glass lower again and he placed it onto the table. A small thunk coming from the action. The younger one took a few steps to him. "I'm a little worried. You're too skinny is all. I understand that everyone bothers you about it, we just worry.." He took a slight breathe. He wasn't sure how to bring up how concerned he was for the other's health. Mikey's weight problem always seemed like the right thing to bring up when nothing else could be thought of. No wonder he was always bothered with it. Frank found himself studying the other's profile. He turned his eyes down to his shoes quickly. "I'm worried" he added silently. Mikey shook his head. Sliding a hand down his own sides and letting it hook onto his slender hips. "I'm fine Frank. Don't worry. You know how much I hate it when people worry about me." Mikey rushed the words and snatched up the clear glass and gulped down the rest. Slipping the cup into the metallic sink and exiting the room.

Frank stood there. Running his fingers forward threw his black hair. He sighed, his own slender shoulders raising and falling. He walked silently into the living room. Mikey's eyes met the others as he entered. "Hmm?" He said. Mikey slipped into the far side of the couch and snatching a pillow and pushed it against his chest. "Nothing'. Can't I just hang out? That's why I came here. I wanted to keep Poor Mikey some company" he smiled. Frank's nicotine stained teeth showed through his lips. He laughed a little along with this catchy grin. Mikey nodded. "'Course. You know I'm glad you decided too." He finally said. Frankie found himself sliding next to the other male and snatching his pillow from his chest. Mikey snarled and attempted to snatch it back but Frank just shoved it under his ass and grinned. "Mine.." he snarled playfully. Mikey shrugged. He leaned forward, his slender back stretching. Frank's eyes wandered along the boy's spine, he began to wonder. Mikey snapped back up and slicked the television that was sitting infront of them. He leaned back, slightly leaning on Frank some. They both smiled. "It's so great to be home Frank, you don't even know" Mikey finally whispered after a long dead silence. "Oh Mikey" Frank whispered back. Frank had such an urge to just wrap the small firm in a hug and tell him that he did know. “I know. I know.." was all he replied with.

They both smiled at each other and then looked back at the television. Frank found his dark eyes wondering to the window. It was getting late in the day, they must have spent a long time in front of the television. Even though it was snowy and cold out this morning, it look so peaceful. He wondered for a moment. Maybe a walk would be nice.
Mikey shifted next to him, Frank's eyes reluctantly left the window and snapped to Mikey who seemed slightly bored with this. "Mikey…go get your coat on." He said over the television.
Mikey looked over at him and leaned away. His skinny elbow resting on the arm of the chair a little. "Hmn? Why?" He said. Frank couldn't could not help but laugh just a little at this adorable confused expression that spilled over Michael's face. Even his form showed the slightly introverted confusion somehow. He sighed and shook his head, his hair covering his eyes just a little.
"Do you want to go for a walk?"
"Now?"
"Duh Mikey."
"I guess. But it's cold out...”
"Why I said coat you moron.”
"Ah. Well, I knew that... I was just... Whatever Frank, sure...”

Mikey's once still form was activated with life once more. Frank smiled; he hadn't even removed his coat. He snatched his gloves from the coffee table and slipped them on. He glanced outside once more and noticed it had stopped snowing. He grinned some. Mikey re-entered the room and shoved the house keys into his tight pocket jeans. He fixed his glasses with a push of a slender finger back up the bridge of his nose. Frank nodded. Both forms headed to the door after Frank had turned the television off. Mikey felt a quick shiver shoot up his spine as they left the comfort of the warm house and cold overwhelmed his skin for a moment. Frank's hand slipped to the other's shoulder as he halted him as he caught up. This time Mikey stopped. Glancing back at him and smiling for a moment. Their feet made barely any noise along the concrete that was wet with snow. It was much warmer then they would it be. They both walked in silence for some time. Just soaking in the old streets and silently remembering things.
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