The Hardest Part of This Is Leaving You

When Mikey said we were going home I assumed he meant my house. He didn't driving right on past towards his house. There house while not large wasn't small it was normal with off white walls and the sad look New Jersey houses often had, when we got there he asked Frank and Gerard to go somewhere and keep themselves occupied. I knew exactly what he was planning and wasn't sure how I felt about it. I stood awkwardly on the threshold despite him trying to coax me in. He was practically bouncing like a child by the time I decided to go in.
"Tada" he said closing the door and motioning around the house. It was dark with comic books and painting and posters all about the living room and conjoined kitchen. There were stacks and stacks of cds and Movies in the living room as well as a guitar I didn't get to observe it long before he pulled me deeper into the house.
"Don't tell Gerard I showed you his room" he said eyes glisting as he pulled me down into the basement. I giggled at how childlike this all was. At first I thought he just wanted to have sex but him leading me through the house as happy as a kid had me thinking otherwise. When we reached the basement I looked around as Mikey stared at me innocently. There was a bed with disheveled black sheets and blankets off to a corner, both sides appeared to have been slept in. Bottles littered the room as did drawings and painting and clothing.
I noticed more pictures on the wall and I began to caress them all. Frank, Mikey, Frank, an unknown girl, Frank in a mask, comic book character, ghosts vampires everything was on his desk and wall.
"Wanna see my room?" Mickey whispered in my ear shyly. I nodded and he led me back upstairs to a room with a black door. He opened the door as I observed everything crossing the threshold slowly. His had more paper strewn about than Gerard and less paintings. I noticed what looked like crumpled up poetry. The walls were painted black and he band posters lining the wall. Jimmy Eat World. Green Day. Blink-182. Three. Day Grace. He had even more cds. He just smiled brightly kissing my cheek.

Notes

Thanks for reading as always hope you enjoyed I'll try to post more later and hopefully have a more eventful chapter *coughs* smut *coughs*