We Don't Fight Fair

He tried to pull away. He took my shoulders and shook them violently, desperate to get away from me. But I had a tight grip on him.

I pulled away just a little bit to breathe and he finally punched me in the face. "WHAT. THE HELL. WAS THAT?" He yelled. He angrily tried to catch his breath. I shrugged and replied, "I'm just trying to be happy." His face turned so red I was afraid he was going to blow up. "Happy? How could you possibly be happy right now? The love of your life is dead. In fact, how could you ever love anyone ever again?" He demanded, his eyes beginning to glisten.

"And what about my happiness?"



That one hit me like a ton of bricks. I'd never really assumed Mikey had problems. I was always so concentrated on his brother that I never really gave a second thought, that I never even really bothered to say "Hey. Are you okay?"

He obviously wasn't. While I was too busy mourning my love of a few months, he was mourning the death of his brother. His lifelong best friend. Their unwritten agreement to always look out for each other stayed strong up until this point. He looked offended, but by no means surprised.

"Micheal," I started. I used his first name to let him know that I was dead serious. "I'm sorry. You're my best friend and I love you. I'm so sorry that I never paid as much attention to you as I have to your brother." He winced. "I don't want attention. I want Gerard." He whimpered. "i-i know." I told him in what I hoped was a soothing voice.

"No. No you don't know. You have no idea what it's like to lose someone as important as a sibling. You have no clue how I'm feeling. Someone who really KNEW me is gone and is never coming back." He wasn't crying. Why wasn't he crying? I asked him. All I got was a cold glare and "because, I'm sick of crying. The feeling of water on my cheeks and aching in my heart gets extremely old."

Right after he said that, his cell phone rang. his hand flew to the pocket of his jeans and he answered it. "Hello?" His brow furrowed and I heard a woman's muffled voice on the other end. "Mm hm." He nodded and I stared at him in anticipation. "Yes. I understand." His tone turned grim and bitter. ""We'll be there momentarily." He said before ending the call without waiting for any kind of response. Since we were already in the car, he started it and we drove. "So... what did she say?" I pried. "We're going to make funeral arrangements." I breathed deeply. This was going to be the worst night of my life.

Once we arrived at the Belleville Hospital, we sat in a waiting room. Mikey tensed beside me, and I looked up. A tall woman with bleached hair and a pantsuit and a leather bag stood in front of us. She had a thin face and an upturned nose. Her eyes that were caked with mascara looked as if she hadn't shed a single tear over the loss of her son, and I felt hatred for her already. She cleared her throat. "Micheal." She greeted stiffly. "Mom." He spat. "Who's this?" She motioned towards me. "This is Frank." He introduced. "Gerard's boyfriend." He emphasized the word "boyfriend."

She grimanced at me and stated. "You aren't welcome here. You need to leave." Mikey's face flushed with anger and yelled "No! He was there for Gerard when you were weren't! You weren't there for me! Did you know I was stabbed, Mother? Did you know I almost died as well?"

She shook her head no quickly and pathetically tried to defend herself. "If it was serious they would have contacted me immediately." Oh shit. "THEY DID TRY TO CONTACT YOU. YOU NEVER ANSWERED YOUR PHONE, YOU WEREN'T AT WORK, THE FUCKING NEIGHBORS CAME TO SEE ME, BUT MY OWN MOTHER DIDN'T." He yelled, and I gave an unhelpful "yeah!" After it.

A nurse timidly announced that the family members followed her. I remained seated but watched the Ways get up and leave the room.

After about an hour, I fell asleep. And I had one of the best and worst dreams of my life.

In the beginning, Gerard and I were in the car, on that date he took me on as an apology. We were jamming to the Misfits and he honked the horn along to the chorus of a Three Days Grace song.

Then when we jumped in the sparkling water in our dressy clothes in the dead of night, still covered in pie. And that night I went home and pressed the daffodils he gave me at the beginning of the date.

Next I saw us snuggling in his bed, I kissed his bare back and rubbed it, before realizing he was awake, and we let all of our feelings out.

And the water balloon war we had with Mikey. Gerard was the one who suggested we fill them with paint, and the look on Mikey's face when he saw his shirt covered in blue, purple, and yellow was just...priceless. We laughed until our stomachs ached.

Next, I saw us at the beach, when Gerard was too self conscious about his weight to remove his shirt. I ripped it off him and clung to his chest he entire time, kissing his forehead occasionally. He later became confident enough to walk around without me covering his front, and a bunch of girls started hitting on him, so I grabbed him and kissed him intensely out of jealousy. Their reactions! I swear to God!

Then the tree house. He kissed me and ran. I remembered tracing my lips with my fingertips hours after he had left, and the warm, tingly feeling I had gotten after it.

I woke up in a cold sweat in the same chair in the waiting room I fell asleep in and swallowed hard. I started to cry. I missed him so much.

I needed to be with Gerard again.

Notes

Hey guys! So another chapter! And I'm thinking that this story may end soon, but that's okay, since new ideas are on the way! Hehe. SOOOOOOO thank you all so much for reading, and I love your comments! p.s. did you get the YouTuber reference?

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