Freak Show

>On The Night Of The Freak Show<<br> Gerard ran a hand through his messy black hair, slinging his other hand over Frank’s shoulders. They chuckled happily while watching everybody leave the tent.
“Hey look, there’s Mr. Ass-grab.” Frank jokingly pointed out. He pointed towards a man hanging out with guys who looked like they had one too many beers.
“Christ, he’s never going to get past that.” Gerard added, giggling. He looked behind his shoulders, expecting to see his little brother walking slowly behind them. To his surprise, he wasn’t there, or anywhere in sight, for that matter.
“Something wrong, babe?” Frank asked with his voice low.
“Mikey…” Gerard responded, barely above a whisper. Frank looked at him questioningly before looking around himself. Gerard untangled his arm from around the younger man’s shoulders before walking back towards the tent. Suddenly, a tall man stepped in front of him. Gerard couldn’t stop himself before he bumped into him.
“Sorry, we’re packing up already. I’m afraid you’re going to need to leave.” The man said sternly. Gerard glared at him, anger bubbling in him.
“I’m looking for somebody.”
“Sorry sir, orders.”
“I don’t care! My brother’s somewhere here.” Gerard yelled. He noticed a couple eyes dart between them and Frank dashing up to him.
“Babe, c’mon, let’s get outta here.” Frank murmured.
“Not leaving without Mikes.” Gerard quietly answered. Frank sighed before loosely lacing his fingers around Gerard’s.
“Toro! Hurry up!” A voice shouted at the three. The tall man turned his head before looking back at Gerard and Frank, the former’s hazel eyes practically piercing into his soul.
“I’m sorry. Gotta go.” The man – Toro – sadly admitted, jogging to a train and hopping on. Gerard attempted to dash to the train, however was held back by Frank as the two watched the train leave.
“Argh!” Gerard angrily groaned, clenching his hand into a fist. Frank stepped back nervously. “What the hell, Frankie?!”
“We’ve gotta go, Gee! There’s no way Mikey is here anyway.” Frank replied, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. Gerard sighed and placed his hands on his head; this couldn’t be happening.
“Mikes… Mikey!” He yelled out his little brother’s name sorrowfully, hoping he’d pop out and say he was okay. Of course, no response. Frank slowly walked up to him and rubbed circles on his back as he sobbed.
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>Back on the Train, where the Last Chapter left off<<br> Those eyes.
Christ, not those eyes again.
The kid was far away from Ray, but he could recognise those eyes from anywhere. The previous night, he had nightmares to the point where he couldn’t even sleep. When he’d woken up, his bunkmate, Bob, said he was twisting and turning on his bed for what seemed like whatever. So obviously, the last thing Ray needed was seeing a kid with similar hazel eyes as the guy from last night. Bob could almost sense his discomfort, staring at the kid with mousy brown hair and bright hazel eyes covered by glasses. The kid – Mikey – said a couple words before rushing back to his seat with Alicia and Lindsey.
“You okay, Torosaurus?” Jimmy asked, snapping Ray out of his momentary daze. He looked down at the plate of scrambled eggs in front of him and started to eat it disinterestedly. Jimmy nudged him cheerily. “What, new kid bother ya?”
“Nah, it’s, it’s nothing.” Toro quickly said. Jimmy raised an eyebrow at him but continued to eat his breakfast nonetheless.
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Mikey ate his bacon and eggs slowly, taking small nibbles like a mouse. Considering the unfamiliar environment he was in, he wasn’t sure that eating the food they presented him with was the best idea, although the crispy bacon and bright scrambled eggs were certainly mouth-watering. He took small sips of his diet coke (thank god for that) as he barely listened to Alicia and Lindsey’s conversation. He stared out the window, admiring the scenery a train ride presented him with. Trees, occasional buildings, water and more. He pulled out his phone, tempted to call Gerard just to tell him he was okay.
“You alright?” Lindsey suddenly asked him. Mikey unintentionally jumped back a bit before nodding, keeping his head down. Lindsey shook her head. “So, Moikey, anything interesting about ya?”
“Why’d you pronounce my name like that?” Mikey asked, chuckling.
“Not answering my question.”
“Well, I play bass, if that means anything to you. I read comics a lot, half my body’s probably comprised of coffee, diet coke and or sushi, I get panic attacks and I have a big brother.” Mikey listed off, saying it as if it was the most mundane thing ever. Lindsey’s eyes lit up.
“Oh my god! You play bass?” Mikey nodded awkwardly. “That’s awesome!”
“Is she always this hyperactive?” Mikey whispered to Alicia. She shrugged as Lindsey squealed with excitement.
“You mentioned panic attacks? How bad are they?” Alicia questioned, seeming genuinely curious, as if the simple concept of a panic attack confused her.
“Well, it sucks. But I deal with it, y’know? I’m pretty sure I have my meds with me, so I don’t worry much about it.” Mikey replied, sighing a bit.
“So, Moikey-“ Lindsey began.
“Mikey. My name’s Mikey.” He impatiently interrupted.
“Anyway, you afraid of much?”
“Um… Large bodies of water bother me, I guess.”
“What, like oceans, seas, swimming pools?”
“Last one, not so much. You should’ve seen me when I was a kid.” Lindsey and Alicia giggled. Just then, Brendon burst back into the main area. He had a milk-stache at the edges of his lips, which were upturned into a wide smile.
“Everybody, we’re reaching New York!”

Notes

oohhh i'm back! hello again everyone. short chapter, but i'll try and update again later. happy birthday mikey! i suggest you guys check the first chapter, since i updated the other pairing. next chapter's gonna be pretty cheery for mikey's birthday's sake [if you know what i mean]. hope ya liked this chapter!