The Silver Lining

I woke up and immediately felt shooting pains up my spine. I groaned and tries turned, forgetting Mikey was there.

"Are you okay?" Mikey asked. I looked up and saw he was lookin down at me with his glasses already on.

"Oh, s-sorry, did I wake you up?" I asked, ignoring his previous question because he already knew I wasn't.

"Oh, no, I've been awake for a while. I didn't want to move and wake you up." He replied.

"Thank you." I sighed.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, stretching his arms out.

"Hmph, not very good." I groaned, trying to stretch out my spine more to see if it helped (which it didn't).

"I'm sorry…about everything." Mikey sighed. He kissed my forehead.

"Me too." I closed my eyes for a second. "Can we go get some coffee?"

"Sure, but would you want to get some new clothes on first?" He asked, sitting up.

"Honestly, I don't even give a fuck about what I'm wearing anymore." I sighed, sitting up with him. He jumped down and helped me down before walking into the kitchen with me.

I sat down across from Ray and Frank who were already in the kitchen drinking their coffee. They both looked from me to Mikey and Frank got a sly smirk on his face.

"So, how many rounds." He asked Mikey when he sat down with our coffee.

"How many rounds of what?" He asked, oblivious. I buried my face in my hands and rubbed my eyes.

"Of sex, dumbass." Frank laughed. Mikey gave him a disapproving glare.

"None." He said simply before taking a sip of coffee.

"Oh, don't act like I can't see it, I mean Lola has sex hair and is wearing your shirt." He pointed out. At this point I was on the verge of tears, hiding behind my hands.

"Actually, Frank, if you want to be so fucking nosy, my brother came home from the bar drunk and raped Lola. I gave her my shirt so she could be fcking comfortable, asshole." Mikey said, standing up from his seat. I slid out of the booth with him and went into the bathroom.

"Lola, I'm so-" Frank started, but I slammed the door behind me and leaned on the door. I let myself go once again and slid down the door, pulling my knees to my chest.

"Lola, are you okay?" I heard Mikey say from behind the door.

"Just peachy." I said softly though my tears.

"Can I come in?" I scooted away from the door so he could open the door without hitting me.

He opened the door and came and sat beside me on the floor, his thin legs stretching out while mine were to my chest.

"You know, Lola. I'm really sorry. You don't deserve all the bad things that have been happening to you." Mikey said after a long silence, only filled with my soft sniffles.

"I-It's fine." I wiped my eyes with my hand.

"No, it's really not." He said quietly.

We just sat there in a comfortable silence, letting the sounds of the bus on the road fill empty spaces.

"Mikey?" I broke the edginess that had begun to grow.

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something personal?"

"Anything." He looked over to me.

"Are you really a virgin?" He kept eye contact with me for a few more seconds before looking away, embarrassed.

"Yeah." He said barely above a whisper.

"hm." I mumbled after a second.

"What?" He looked back over at me.

"I don't understand how." I replied. He laughed.

"Because." I leaned my head against the wall and looked at the ceiling.

The bathroom door burst open and in the doorway Gerard stood, looking at me guiltily.

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