Tumbleweed made dinner and after a lot of protesting and insisting that it wasn't his field of expertise, she got Exploder to help her. It was funny to watch, Exploder saying that he had something to work on and that he had nearly finished fixing up the lights for the second floor. Eventually he managed to get out of it by telling Tumbleweed every intricate detail about how the lights worked and every single step in pulling them apart and then putting them back together and making sure that they worked. He then scurried off to his room to "work on the lights". I think Tumbleweed knew that he just didn't want to cook, but she let him go anyway. Cola offered to help but Tumbleweed said that she didn't think cooking was Cola's thing.
I think I'm going to miss them when we leave, but we couldn't take them with us, the three of them seemed pretty happy here and we could be dragging them to their deaths. Dinner was good, we all talked a bit about stuff, mostly our interests and what our lives were like before BL/ind. I felt sort of bad that we were going to just be leaving without telling them anything at all, but I decided to just brush it off. We had only known them for about a week, no point in getting sad over it.
When dinner finished Frank walked off to sit on the roof and Ray went into his room. I walked into mine and Frank's room and I could already hear Ray strumming the chords to a song. I listened for a moment longer and then walked over to the wall and pressed my ear against it. That's when he started singing.
"Now I know,
that I can't make you stay,
But where's your heart?
But where's your heart?
But where's your..?
And I know, there's nothing I can say,
To change that part.
To change tha…"
I pulled away from the wall, I knew what he had written that song about and I didn't want to listen. I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room for a few more moments, feeling unsure of what I should do next. I decided to go up to the roof to find Frank. I got to the top of the stairs and the cool night air of the desert surrounded me. I looked around for Frank and saw him sitting on the edge, with his legs hanging over the side. I sat sort of behind him and to his right, no way was I going to sit right on the edge. "That's a dangerous place to be sitting, Frankie." I said to him.
"I don't care." He said.
"What if you fall off?"
"I won't."
I stayed silent. The stars were all out tonight, there were no clouds to block them and I could clearly see everyone of them.
"When are you thinking we should go?" Frank asked.
"Once the others are asleep or at least in their rooms, it will be easier than leaving while they're out and chatty and asking were we're going." I replied. "We'll have to pack the car too, seeing as all of our stuff is under our beds."
"What's Ray doing?" he asked.
"Sitting in his room writing depressing songs about Mikey." I said.
"Oh,were they good?"
"I didn't want to listen to them, I'm already upset enough, sad songs are the last things I need."
"At least you can relate to them. Isn't that one of the good things about music?" Frank asked.
"Yea, but songs about my own brothers death?" I said harshly.
"Woah, calm down okay." Frank said, turning around to look at me and holding up his hands.
"Sorry." I said quietly, looking down at my hands in my lap.
"That's okay." Frank said. "We're all having a rough time at the moment."
"I'm going to go down and talk to Ray, see if he'll let me listen to his music." Frank said as he stood up. "You coming?"
I shook my head and Frank walked away. I sighed and lay back looking at the stars above me. People had different ideas on death and the afterlife and my belief was that death came to you in your fondest memory. I wondered if Mikey was reliving whichever memory it was right now. Is Mikey a star now? Geez, I sounded so childish wondering if my brother was a star now. A part of me wondered if he was happy where he was. I hoped that he was.

Notes

Helloooo. So I'm sorry about the wait for this chapter. I really lose track of time. Also from here the story could really slow down, but I need it to go slow to get to the good bits, so just bear with me. So anyway I hope that all of you have a great weekend, even if you plan on doing basically nothing like me.
- Agent Hydrogen <4