~~~Mikey's POV~~~

I woke up to my alarm and groaned. I flickered my eyes open and sat listening to the sweet noise of Joy Division. I heard footsteps and turned my eyes to my locked door. Gerard rattled the handle.
"Turn that shit off would you?"
I hit the button and got up, stretching.
"Gee, can I get a lift in today?"
I cracked my neck as he grunted and started getting dressed. I opted for my black skinnies, black knee-high converse and a Smashing Pumpkins shirt. I brushed my hair for ten minutes before giving in and grabbing a grey beanie. I looked over my glasses and opted for my black and white rimmed ones. I loved these. I packed mine and Brendon's project, we'd done a surprising amount over the weekend, before grabbing my headphones, phone and school bag, running downstairs to eat. I grabbed my brother's toast from his hands and leant on the wall, chewing it.
"You piss me off, Michael."
"What happened between you and Frank?"
"Promise not to tell anyone?"
I nodded.
"We were sort of dating I guess. He's step-brother's with Brendon and uh something happened between us and he broke up with me."
"Bro.."
I opened my arms and hugged him tightly.
"You'll be alright."
He nodded and I grinned.
"Now how about that ride, Gee-Bear?"
"You got it Mikes."

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I rushed into school, late. Only Gerard could forget to fill up his bloody car with gas. I ran into Social Studies and screeched slightly. Justin's face was bruised with a bloody nose; Brendon was sitting in Justin's seat and Miss. Ballato was no where to be seen. I rushed over to Justin.
"What happ-"
Kellin shoved me back.
"Fuck off fag."
I fell back and landed heavily on my arm. I felt it twinge and cringed a little. I hoped to God it wasn't broken.
"Guys just leave him. Miss. Ballato will be back any minute."
Brendon helped me up and I sat down in my seat.
"What happened?"
"They told Justin to move and he didn't.."
I looked back at him, staring at the floor. He looked so miserable. Miss. Ballato came in and called for attention.

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I rubbed Justin's back as he cried into my shoulder. I was awkwardly getting my books out of my locker. Gerard came running over and I mumbled what had happened. I saw Brendon laughing about with the jocks and I passed Justin to Gerard. I walked over slowly.
"Hey Bren, do you wanna come over mine to-"
"Why would I do that?"
He smirked, avoiding eye contact. I blinked.
"For the project? Like you did over the weekend?"
"I wasn't with you over the weekend, dude. I was out of town with my girlfriend. Jesus are you that pathetic you're lying now?"
The bell rang and the hallway started to clear. Brendon gave me a guilty look as the jocks left.
"Mikey I'm s-"
"I thought we were cool Brendon. Fuck you."
I stormed off, in the opposite direction to my class. I slammed the bathroom door shut and locked it, sliding down it and sobbing. I reached into the front pocket of my bag and felt the cool metal. It'd been a year and a half... Was I really going to give in now?

Notes

Ok so I'm sorry it's shorter than Cellephane Diamond's but I have masses of school work to do and I'm also updating this during my Film Class instead of working on my own project, oops. Have fun xo