Frikey Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys
S.I.N.G
~~~Le Time Lapse~~~3 Months~~~Mikey's POV~~~
It had been three months since Frankie and I had got together. We were back to recording. I'd only got out of hospital a few days ago and I was going against my doctor's "orders" to stay put and relaxed. It had causes a few arguments but we were three months behind on recording and the album was due to be released in just two weeks.
Gerard yelled out.
"FOR CHRIST'S SAKE FRANK! DO YOU THINK YOU COULD CONCENTRATE ON YOUR GUITAR FOR ONE FUCKING SONG RATHER THAN MY LITTLE BROTHER?"
I sighed and rubbed my temple, closing my eyes.
"GERARD STOP FUCKING YELLING. WE'RE WEARING HEADPHONES FOR FUCKS SAKE."
I tugged them off and carefully got up, putting my bass in the corner, heading outside. I heard someone call after me and sighed. I leant against a wall and felt Frankie's cigarettes in my pocket. I pulled one out and lit it, inhaling the toxic fumes. I coughed and felt dizzy almost immediately. I shook my head and exhaled, coughing into my fist.
"Frank finally got to you eh?"
I looked up at Ray.
"More the massive feud between my brother and boyfriend."
He nodded and lit his own cigarette. I watched him inhale and exhale before he spoke.
"You know right now they're probably screaming at each other."
I nodded and inhaled again, closing my eyes and sliding down the wall.
"I can't deal with this. It's not because he's staring at me that Frank is mucking up. It's because he didn't help write these songs. It was you and Gee."
"It's obvious."
"I wish they wouldn't fight, so."
Ray knelt next to me and hugged me. I broke down crying into his shoulder.
~~~Ray's POV~~~
I held Mikey whilst he cried. This feud between Gee and Frank was really upsetting him and they had no idea. I rubbed his back. His fist pounded against my chest.
"IT'S NOT FAIR."
I tilted his head up and anger exploded inside me seeing his eyes red raw, his lips barely visible as he sobbed. I leant down slightly and his eyes widened. He straightened up, his face getting closer to me. I pressed our lips together and he sobbed against my lips, his eyes closing. I closed my own eyes, holding him tightly against me. He pushed me away and shook his head, staring at the floor.
"I-I..."
He got up and ran back inside, sobbing to himself. I knew where he was headed. The bass room, where everyone stored their basses. I got up and brushed myself up, heading into the room where Gee and Frank were arguing.
"THAT'S E-FUCKING-NOUGH."
They both jumped and stared at me.
"Do you know how much stress you two are putting on Mikey? He just started smoking, for Christ's sake."
Gerard looked down guiltily.
"Is he OK?"
"No he's not. He's fucking sobbing. You two need to sort this out. Now."
Frank and Gee looked at each other and Frank shook his head.
"Sorry but no can do."
He walked out to find Mikey.
It had been three months since Frankie and I had got together. We were back to recording. I'd only got out of hospital a few days ago and I was going against my doctor's "orders" to stay put and relaxed. It had causes a few arguments but we were three months behind on recording and the album was due to be released in just two weeks.
Gerard yelled out.
"FOR CHRIST'S SAKE FRANK! DO YOU THINK YOU COULD CONCENTRATE ON YOUR GUITAR FOR ONE FUCKING SONG RATHER THAN MY LITTLE BROTHER?"
I sighed and rubbed my temple, closing my eyes.
"GERARD STOP FUCKING YELLING. WE'RE WEARING HEADPHONES FOR FUCKS SAKE."
I tugged them off and carefully got up, putting my bass in the corner, heading outside. I heard someone call after me and sighed. I leant against a wall and felt Frankie's cigarettes in my pocket. I pulled one out and lit it, inhaling the toxic fumes. I coughed and felt dizzy almost immediately. I shook my head and exhaled, coughing into my fist.
"Frank finally got to you eh?"
I looked up at Ray.
"More the massive feud between my brother and boyfriend."
He nodded and lit his own cigarette. I watched him inhale and exhale before he spoke.
"You know right now they're probably screaming at each other."
I nodded and inhaled again, closing my eyes and sliding down the wall.
"I can't deal with this. It's not because he's staring at me that Frank is mucking up. It's because he didn't help write these songs. It was you and Gee."
"It's obvious."
"I wish they wouldn't fight, so."
Ray knelt next to me and hugged me. I broke down crying into his shoulder.
~~~Ray's POV~~~
I held Mikey whilst he cried. This feud between Gee and Frank was really upsetting him and they had no idea. I rubbed his back. His fist pounded against my chest.
"IT'S NOT FAIR."
I tilted his head up and anger exploded inside me seeing his eyes red raw, his lips barely visible as he sobbed. I leant down slightly and his eyes widened. He straightened up, his face getting closer to me. I pressed our lips together and he sobbed against my lips, his eyes closing. I closed my own eyes, holding him tightly against me. He pushed me away and shook his head, staring at the floor.
"I-I..."
He got up and ran back inside, sobbing to himself. I knew where he was headed. The bass room, where everyone stored their basses. I got up and brushed myself up, heading into the room where Gee and Frank were arguing.
"THAT'S E-FUCKING-NOUGH."
They both jumped and stared at me.
"Do you know how much stress you two are putting on Mikey? He just started smoking, for Christ's sake."
Gerard looked down guiltily.
"Is he OK?"
"No he's not. He's fucking sobbing. You two need to sort this out. Now."
Frank and Gee looked at each other and Frank shook his head.
"Sorry but no can do."
He walked out to find Mikey.
Come on Frankkkkkkk
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