I don't love you

*Friday*

Mikey and I had become close friends over the week. We sat under the tree at lunch and complained about homework together every day. When the bell finally rang to let school out, I quickly gathered up my things and began my trek to my car.
"Briaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!" A squeal of excitement cut through the crowd as I reached my car.
"Mikeeeeeeey, you don't have to yellllllll," I playfully shoved him when he tried to jump on my back.
"Whatcha doin' tonight? Do you wanna come over?" Mikey poked my stomach and got into the passenger seat, "Also, can you take me home?"
"Well, I'm not really sure if I can say no now that you've already made yourself comfortable," I laughed, "but yeah, I'd love to come over! Lemme call my mom." Mikey squealed as I dialed my mother's number and waited for her to answer.
"Hey, B, everything alright?" Her sunny tone spoke with a hint of concern.
"Yeah, mom, everything is splendid. Could I go to a friend's house tonight? Mikey Way?"
"Uh, I guess so. Just don't be home too late, and be safe. Make good decisions. I'll see you tonight. Smooches!"
I ended the call and settled back into my seat, "Okay, Mike-a-roo. Looks like it's just you and me, kid. Direct me to your house!"


"My name is Mikey Way, welcome to my crib," I walked through the ornate wooden door and found myself in the cutest living room I'd ever been in. The room smelled like apples and cinnamon and there were quirky trinkets everywhere. I picked up a statuette of a kitten when Mikey gasped, "Hands off the cat. Mother will kill us all; it's her favorite."
"I can see why," I giggled, placing it back in its original spot, "it's adorable."
Mikey opened his mouth like he was about to say something when the front door swung open, revealing four teenage boys. I recognized them as Mikey's brother and his friends, though I still wasn't sure who his brother was.
"Sup, Mike," said Bob, the only one I knew.
"Mikes," the short one greeted.
"Hey, Mikey," the guy sporting the afro said.
"Who's she?" The boy with the black hair questioned, seemingly the only one to notice me.
"Mikey's friend! I met her at the assembly on Monday," Bob answered.
"Briar," I waved at the three new boys. They all waved back.
"We're team Bryar. She gets me," Bob said matter of fact-ly.
"I'm Frank," the short one spoke up, "this is Ray, that's Gerard." So pretty boy was Mikey's brother. I still didn't see resemblance.
"Mikes, we were about to have band practice," Ray pointed to a door in the back of the room.
"Crap, I forgot that was today. Anyways, come on, Bri, you get to see the basement."

The basement was lit up by Christmas lights and lamps. There was a couch in front of a tv on one side of the room, and the other side housed band equipment. A small chair was brought over I front of the set up by Frank and I was told to sit as they tuned. Frank was sitting in the floor stretching while Mikey and Ray tune their guitars. Gerard was holding his tongue and making weird noises as part of a vocal warm up. Bob sat behind his drums, eyes closed, breathing. I watched in wonder as they got ready to perform. They moved to their positions and Bob started the song. Ray killed his part, convincing me that he was a professional and had been playing for years. Frank was full of energy and Mikey became mysterious and quiet. When Gerard began singing I thought I was going to have a heart attack. His voice was beautiful, perhaps even the best voice I had ever heard. By the time it was over I was amazed. I could see them on a stage, millions of fans screaming their names.
"Well, what did you think?" Ray asked timidly. What did I think? Amazing, yes. I'd pay to see that again, yes. But... There were some things missing.
"Honestly? It's amazing," their faces brightened and they stood up taller, "but I think it can be even better."
"Help us," Frank grabbed my hands and pulled me closer to the group.
"Okay, uh Bob, give me the intro," he gladly did as I asked, "more snare. Ray," I paused as I looked at him, "do nothing, you were great. Mikey don't be afraid. The strings won't bite you. You were amazing, let people know that. Gerard, let's talk lyrics." Gerard ran to the coffee table in front of the couch, picked up a notebook, and ran back. The book said 'LYRICS' writen in sharpie on the cover.


They played the song again with all the tips I gave them. I could tell by their faces when they finished that they were more confident. Mikey put down his bass and ran too me, embracing me in a hug. He smelled like sweat and coffee and shadows of cigarette smoke.
"Briar," Ray said, "be our song writer."

Notes

There's about to be a bigger time lapse and then there's going to be an even bigger time lapse and I'm so so so so sorry that I haven't updated but AP classes were killing me. Thankfully, it's summer now and I am free to do as I please. Xoxo B

ps tell me if I have any errors, my late night brain doesn't want to do stuff and it frustrates me when stories have silly errors okie thanks