We Don't Fight Fair

No. No this couldn't be real. I couldn't even remember what I'd said.

*flashback*

I ripped open the Ziploc bag filled top with white powder. I reached farther into my bag, and pulled a vile with clear Crystal clear liquid, almost overflowing. I sighed deeply. It had seemed that Ryan had understood my struggle and, unable to help himself, being the former sweetheart that he was, donated to me. Eternally grateful, I reminded myself to try to remove Ryan from this God awful situation.

I sat cross-legged on the bathroom floor, reaching up the counter and aligning the powder into lines with a $5 bill. Then rolling it into a tube, I inhaled sharply. It burned lightly, and strengthened, and faded. My head began to spin. By the time the second line was done, my hands shook. But the fun wasn't over yet. I twisted the lid of the vile filled to the brim with clear liquid. I searched for the syringe. Once located, I pulled on the end, facinated by the suction. I inserted the needle into my arm and took a deep breath as it flowed into my bloodstream. I tilted my head back in content until I jears the front door slam. Shit Gerard's home. I hurriedly cleamed up and went out to meet him. He had only been gone for maybe 15 minutes, but I didn't care. I needed the buzz these supplied me with.

*End of flashback*


That's all I remembered. It was only hours ago. Right before we kissed. My heart was beating a million miles a minute. "Frank?? FRANK??" I heard Mikey say. Huh. Mikey was looking a little funny.

*Mikey's p.o.v.*

Okay, what the hell is happening with Frank? My hamster Jared died and I was, uh... rather upset about it, and Frank here looks like he is about to pass out. "Frank?" I said wheni had calmed down a little. "FRANK??"

It was no use. He was still in Lala Land, ande reeked of alcohol. I looked passed him into the bathroom. Of course. Drugs were the reason behind all this. Gerard came rushing home crestfallen and snatched my Luke Cage comic from me
and insisted that we had a "brother to brother" chat like fucking girls. So he talked about his *whiny high-pitched voice* "feelings" while I sat in a zombie-like trance shoveling slices of pizza into my mouth. After he vomited his emotions all over me, I swallowed the last bite of the entire pizza I ate by myself, and responded.

"Okay. So how about I go talk to him. It was probably a misunderstanding." He looked at me with puppy eyes. "You think he still likes me?"

Gettin' REAL sick of your shit Gerard.

"Ugh, yeah. I do. So while I go talk to him, stay here. Don't assume I failed and try to come rescue me like you have been doing since the whole Ray thing. Just... go write in your diary or some shit." He didn't seem to hear that last part. Ot was essential to my health that he didn't hear.

"Bye Mikey!" I heard him call out to me. I grumbled something incoherent and went get my keys from my room. "WAIT MIKEY NO DON'T GO IN THERE!" Gerard screamed, but too late. I gasped in horror. Jared, my hamster from my childhood, lay on his back, motionless (in white). I felt tears well up and I snatched my keys. "I-II still go to Frank"s" I announced bravely. I felt like helping others when I was down was a good thing. Gerard clamped my shoulder when I turned to take one last good look at him. He was surpressing laughter. I looked at him with my mouth agape and an undignified expression. "IT'S NOT FUNNY!" I said loudly and matter-of-factly. With that I groaned and bolted.

Then I came here. Frank was a mess, I was mourning, no one has any clue what the hell is going on, and I was fucking sick of it. I forced Frank into his room and he passed out on his bed. I scribbled out a note for when he woke up.

"Dearest Franklin,
Hello. So it seems that you broke my brother's heart into smithereens and everyone thinks you're a huge asshole blah blah blah but we'll work it out when you wake up.

Love,
Mikey the Lovely."

I also placed two Tylenols and a glass of water along with a chocolate chip cookie next to it on his nightstand. Feeling accomplished, I walked out on a mission. I was out to meet up with my BFFL Rachel. I needed some comfort and I knew that she would help me out, I just knew it. I hopped im the car and texted Gee before starting the engine.

Me: Yeah sup we was high

Gee: WHAT??

Me: And drunk. Couldn't you tell he was either drunk off his ass or high? You guys were pretty damn close to each other when I left.

I shuddered at the memory

Gee: No! We were... busy. But r u coming home soon?

Me: Hell no I'm hanging out with Rachel. Mr. Worry pants

Gee: I'm your older brother I need to be protective of you!

Me: Jesus you get mad at everything. Remeber when you flipped out because I wouldn't stop saying "chillin' like a villan" and you assumed it was a drug reference?

He didn't respond after that because he knew I got him. I quickly texted "#kill'em" and went to Rachel's. It was gonna be one good ass nigjt if it killed me.

Notes

Heh heh. So it seems that there was a lack of understanding :3. All apologies! So many band references today! Anywho, thank you all so much for reading this piece of shit am d feedback or comments or whateves are always welcome!

Like, seriously I really love you guys! <3


-Erinosaur <3