This is the best day ever

"Okay, I know you said that you didn't want to do anything for you're birthday, but come on, you're turning sixteen! We have to do something".Mikey looked up from where he sat atop his bed, his laptop balanced precariously across his bony knees, and sighed.
"Look, I'm really not that fussed", he said, raising a singular arched eyebrow at his older brother, who stood leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed and his eyebrows raised.
"But you have to!" Gerard whined, stamping his foot slightly in frustration, all aura of superior power gone. "Come on Mikey, it's your sixteenth! I went out with my friends for my sixteenth".
"Yeah, but since I don't really have any friends, I don't think your argument is valid", Mikey said, looking back down at his computer screen and typing something.
"Yeah, but you have me!" Gerard exclaimed enthusiastically, leaping forwards and jumping into a sitting position facing his younger brother on the bed.
Mikey looked up slowly, raising an eyebrow as if to say 'really?'
Eventually he sighed. "Fine", he muttered, closing his laptop and pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. You're right. This could be fun.
...
"So, Mikey. Do you feel any older?" Gerard asked wryly, smirking sideways at his younger brother as the pair walked down a Belleville street, hands in pockets. Mikey smiled despite himself, secretly glad that his brother cared enough to take him out for his birthday.
"Well I don't know Gee", Mikey said in mock contemplation. "Do you feel any stupider for having asked me that?"
Gerard gasped in mock horror, stopping in his tracks and clutching at his heart. "Mikey how could you discredit my authority like that?!"
"You just asked if I felt any older!" Mikey laughed, punching his older brother playfully in the arm. Gerard gasped dramatically, clutching his arm and pulling a face of pain.
"Ow owwwww Mikeeeeeeeyyy", he wailed, staggering around like a drunken man, his eyes screwed shut in pain Mikey knew he hadn't caused.
Mikey laughed the hardest he had in a very long time as he watched his brother affectionately, Gerard stumbling off the curb and into the road in his playful antics.
Gerard never saw the car coming, but Mikey did.
He remembers the way he froze, smile sliding from his face and laughter dying in his eyes as the car slammed on its brakes.
He remembers screaming his brothers name, taking a step forward to try and - what, push Gerard to safety? Mikey knew there was no way anyone could have, but that didn't stop the guilt eating away at him day and night.
They had only gone out because it was Mikey's birthday.
He remembers how the car blared its horn - how Gerard heard it and froze, his face a picture of fear as realisation and panic kicked in.
Mikey still remembers Gerard's agonised scream as the vehicle had hit him with bone-shattering force, bending his older brother's body around the bonnet of the car, trapping his legs and condemning him to his fate.
To this day, Mikey remembers the deafening crack as his beloved older brother's head had collided with the ground.
His scream. His shock. His distraught sobs as he'd held Gerard's limp, broken body in his arms.
And the blood. Mikey swears that he can still see it under his fingernails.
...
Shaking his head slightly to clear the thoughts that forever plagued him, Mikey smoothed down his jacket as he came to the familiar place in the long row of headstones.
"Hey Gerard", he said, smiling as he sat down cross legged on the grass before his brothers grave. He gently laid the fresh bouquet of flowers at the base of the stone, smiling sadly as he again read the words that had been burned onto his brain ever since that rainy day one week after his sixteenth birthday, when he'd seen them first.
'In loving memory of Gerard Arthur Way, adored son, brother, and best friend. 1977-1996'
"So... I got married last week", Mikey said, smiling shyly as he played with the ring on his finger. To Alicia. But you knew that, of course."
He sighed, leaning forward to rub his eyes with balled fists, probably looking like a child. Not that he really cared, though.
"And.... I started a band. You know how when we were teenagers I had that band all planned out in my head? Yeah well, I've finally done it. It's just me and my good friend Justin now, but we'll find more members. In fact, we're gonna start recording next month - just demos for now - but hopefully we might get signed. Man, that'd be awesome. I would tell you the band's called Electric Century, but I know you already know that."
Mikey sighed again, playing with the grass that grew over Gerard's body.
"You know, technically I'm sitting on you", he said, half thoughtfully, half jovially. "You know the saying for when you shudder, that someone walked over your grave? Is it the same for someone sitting on your grave? I mean, I would move but I know you don't mind, I used to sit on you all the time, back when...."
Mikey trailed off, staring fondly into the distance as he silently remembered some of the times he and Gerard had shared together. He sighed again, checked his watch, and climbed slowly to his feet.
"Well, I guess I should be off then. I'm meeting Justin for lunch. But hey, I'll come back and see you again soon."
He ran his fingers gently over the top of the stone, sighing sadly as he turned to leave. But then he stopped in his tracks, finally deciding to say what he had been too afraid to say for all this time.
"Gerard, I'm - I'm sorry. About - everything. This, and - what happened. I'm just - I'm really, really sorry. And I love you. I always will, even if you are an idiot sometimes." Mikey laughed softly, if only to keep back the tears.
"You'll always be by big brother, my parter in crime, my - best friend", Mikey sniffled slightly, blinking back the hot pricks of tears too-long unshed.
"I love you, Gee", he whispered, taking one long, last look at his brother's grave before turning and walking up the row of headstones, out the cemetery gates and into the town.

Notes

Heeeeyy, I know it's short. Hope you like it though, a good old fashioned dose of sadness! C:

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