Blast it to the Back Row

I sat on the hood of the Trans-Am and stared out over the barren land. The sky was growing steadily darker, now that the sun had dipped below the scorched horizon. Give it a few minutes, and the temperature would start to drop, drastically. As unbearably hot as the day had been, the night would still be below freezing, and I would much rather be inside, preferably cuddled up next to Frank.
I heard the diner's door squeak open behind me, but I didn't bother to look back. I knew who it was! "Hey bro!.." Mikey muttered as he slid up to sit next to me ".. You ok?.." I grunted in reply, accepting a prison-thin cigarette and retrieving my lighter from the front pocket of my jeans, and lighting up, before handing it to Mikey. I didn't really feel like talking! Mikey handed the lighter back to me, and I absently noted that it was nearly empty, as I returned it to it's home ".. You daydreamin' about him again?.." He smirked. I really regret telling Mikey about my crush on Frank. I shot him a withering glare, but unfortunately, he wasn't looking ".. Why don't ya just tell him?"
I scoffed, nearly choking on smoke. I looked at him incredulously "You know why I can't!.." Mikey turned sympathetic eyes my way, then blew smoke in my face ".. FUCK Kid!" I coughed, before stubbing out my own.
"You could, ya know!.." Mikey said, looking back out at the rapidly darkening landscape ".. You know Jet and I would support ya!"
I shook my head "It's not about that, and you know it.." I looked down at my feet, and frowned at my untied lace ".. He'd hate me!.. Then it'd just be awkward as fuck"
Mikey tossed his finished cigarette out into the darkness, then turned to stare at me "You're an idiot!.. You know that, right?.." I looked up at him through my hair ".. He'd never hate you!.. He fuckin' adores you man!"
I turned away, trying to focus on the coyote that just ran past, through the night "Yeah.." I muttered ".. As a friend!"
Mikey grabbed my arm, and my attention "No!.." He snapped ".. Well uh.. Yeah, but.. Look.. Ya don't know unless ya try.. Do ya?"
I huffed. He was right, but I'd rather live in hope, than tell Frank, and risk him hating me.. I couldn't bare that "I'm gonna do a sweep.." I slid off the car and crouched down to tie my lace ".. Back in ten!"
Mikey nodded, and I walked away, hiding my tears in the blackness.

The next morning, when we headed back inside, Frank and Ray stopped talking the second we entered the diner. They both looked at us, then Frank looked down at his hands "I take it there were no problems last night?.." Ray asked ".. Seeing as you didn't wake us"
Mikey shook his head "Nah.. All quiet apart from the coyotes.." He grinned ".. You two sleep well?"
"Slept like a log.." Ray laughed ".. With insomnia!"
Frank chuckled, but didn't comment, or look up.
"O..k.." Mikey drew out ".. We're gonna catch some zzzs.. Wake us if there's trouble"
"Sure!" Ray said as Mikey pulled me off toward the storage rooms that we use as bedrooms. As we left the room, I heard Ray hiss something at Frank, but I didn't hear what he said. I glanced back, and saw Ray scowling at the younger man, while Frank just looked confused.
I wonder what they were talking about.

That night, Ray and Frank had watch. Frank had been avoiding my eye all day, and it was really starting to upset me now, so I bid them all goodnight, and went to bed early, curling up in my sleeping bag, and crying silently.

Some time later.. I don't know how long, but it was dark, so it must've been a couple hours, at least.. the door to my room opened, letting in the candlelight from the front room, and my brother stuck his head inside "You awake bro?.." I sniffed slightly, wiping my eyes so he couldn't see the tears. Mikey sighed, and slipped into the room, closing the door behind him and dropping to his knees on top of Frank's sleeping bag "..Are you ok?"
"Yeah!" I said, quietly.
"You don't sound it!.. And we all noticed that you weren't yourself today.." I looked up at him, knowing that if I spoke, I'd probably cry ".. We're worried about you!"
"You are!.." I grumbled. Mikey suddenly grabbed ahold of me, sleeping bag and all, and hauled me up into his lap ".. Hey!.. Get off!" I wriggled, but the bag made escape nearly impossible.
Mikey chuckled "Calm down bro!.." He shook his head ".. I said we, and I mean we!.. We're all worried!"
"Frank's not!.. He can't even bare to look at me!"
Mikey held me against his chest, and gently rocked me "Try and sleep bro.. I'm sure everything will be better in the morning"
I sobbed slightly "Will.. Will you stay with me?"
"Of course I will!" Mikey murmured, softly kissing the top of my head, as I closed my eyes, and tried to fall asleep.

Unfortunately.. The next day was no better. Frank still wouldn't make eye contact with me, and he kept having these secret little chats with Ray, that would always cease the second I walked in the room. It was making me pretty fucking paranoid, I can tell you.
I was due to be on watch with Mikey again that night, and as I hated the weird vibe that now hung in the diner, I decided to take my Power Pup outside, and sit on the car.
After a few minutes, the door to the diner opened. Mikey!
I continued to eat the muck, not looking up as he slid up next to me. We sat in silence for a moment, then he spoke "Party?.. We need to talk!"
My eyes widened as I nearly choked on the slop. I turned toward him "G..Ghoul?"

Notes

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