"Well what do we have here?"

My head snapped at the sudden intrusion. I looked up, shading my eyes from the sun.

Gerard.

Jesus Christ.

"Well, don't just sit there. Answer me." He sat down next to me.
I looked back to the horizon, placing my shades over my eyes. I averted my attention to a little scorpion crawling on a rock beside my foot.
"Well?" he snapped his fingers in my ear.
"What do you want?" I whispered, fighting back my screams.
"Well, for one.." he sighed. "I wouldn't mind you leaving us alone. For good."

I shrunk back into my shell. Figures.

"But I know that won't happen.." He hooked his right index finger under my chin, pulling my face towards his. I looked into his golden orbs through my glasses. What the hell was he thinking?




"Come back.." he whispered.
"What?" I whispered back.
"Ray needs you.. He's completely torn apart. He just found you and lost you all in the same day."
"Weren't you the one who told me to leave in the first place?"
"It's been 2 weeks.. You're the only one who has contact with them." He spat the last word.
"And?" I laughed. "It's not like you can't contact Cori!" My laugh faltered at her name.
"That's the thing.. We can't. She changed her frequency."
"And that's my problem how?"

He sighed, obviously annoyed. "So please. Please come back. I mean, Jesus Christ, I'm begging you, Taylor."
I slid my glasses off and looked him in the eyes again. "Okay, Gerard, I'll come back. But only to help my brother.." I stood up and he joined me on the walk back to my piece of shit car. "I could give two shits less about the rest of you."

"Even me?"
I turned around and was enveloped in a bone crushing hug from Mikey. He inhaled sharply and exhaled slowly into my ear, whispering. "Please come back.."
"Mikes.. I already agreed to." I interlocked my fingers in his pale blonde hair that was slightly blowing in the dusty wind.
"Oh.." He pulled away. "Well.. Good.. Yeah, good." He looked at Gerard. "You could have signaled me. I mean, I had this speech planned out and everything!"
I laughed slightly, but caught myself.
"Doth my ears deceive me? Is that a laugh?" Mikey poked my cheek and smiled broadly.
"Yeah, yeah. Shut up." I shoved his arm and got in the driver's seat of my p.o.s.
"No, no." Gerard shook his head. "You're riding with Mikey."
"What? No fair! This is my baby.." I stroked the steering wheel with an adoring look in my eyes.
"Just get out of the fucking car, Taylor.." Gerard sighed, pulling me out.
"Be gentle! She's a classic." I ran my finger over her hood.
"It's a fucking Station Wagon."
"Still.."

I walked over to Mikey's bike and he smiled at me. His perfect, little smile.

"M'lady.." He offered his spare helmet to me.
"Matching helmets?" I noted the 'Good Luck' stickers on the visor.
"You betcha. Now hop on."

I slid my leg over the back seat and got situated. I wasn't quite sure where to place my hands until Mikey reached behind him and slid them across his stomach. His perfectly chiseled stomach.

"Let's go home.." I whispered in his ear, placing my helmet on, feeling the vibration of the engine between my thighs.