“Oh damn Frank…haha you’re not serious!” I managed through a fit of laughter. “Hell yeah! The guy shoved me into lockers for all those years in middle school. What’s wrong with taking a little piss in his locker that happens to be filled with his football equipment in our final year?” He said while laughing at his own evil deed. Frank was on the couch trying to sip a cokes through his laughing while I sat at his feet on the ground choking on popcorn. We were watching Urban Legends and somehow started talking about our most embarrassing or funniest moments in middle school (since Frank was still in High school). Mikey had gotten pissed for one reason or the other and left for his room and was returning right when Frank was fail-attempting a Heimlich maneuver, but succumbed to his own laughter.
“Fuck!” he said and walked into the kitchen where you can hear him muttering to himself and searching through cups and spoons angrily. “Frank?
I asked, getting serious. “Oye.”he said, still calming down. “Is it just me or did Mikey get a really stinky attitude. He just seems so angry all the time.” I felt worried about my little bro. he was usually so playful and… I don’t know but definitely not so angry. “I’m not sure. I guess he is a bit different from when I first met him. Maybe it’s just a phase. Why ask me though?” “well you’re both around the same age sooo…” “you should talk to him.” He looked me dead in the eye. “but….” I began to protest but watched in silence as he stood and stretched. “Aaaahhhh I think I’ll go take a walk,” he informed. “Frank, you don’t…” “ be back in about half an hour. Mikey! I’ll be out for a while!” no response. “Oh well, bye…good luck.” He whispered. I opened my mouth to speak but he was already out the door. Sigh. Here goes nothing.
I walked into the kitchen and almost fainted. My little brother, Mikey fucking Way, was standing there with a hand filled and over-flowing with a mixture of pain killers gink-gold tablets, pirython and basically bout every pill we had in our possession. And to top it off he’s holding a glass of water, clearly (judging by scent and color) spiked with black disinfectant. What the hell is he thinking?!

Notes

I know the chapter is short, but i have another chapter coming. since i cant have my laptop 24/7 i write out the chapters in my note book but it's alot of work to type so i'll update later tonight...anyway what do you guys think. what do you think is gonna happen?