I'll Mess Up Everything!

We all stared in shock at the person standing at the end of the table, everyone remaining silent and still. That was before Gerard began.
"Why didn't you tell us?!" he shouted at him. He may be overreacting, but I don't know. 
"Because you've spent most of your time ogling Frank to give a fuck about my life!" he replied suddenly. I winced at the comment as Mrs Way stood behind me with hands on my shoulders. 
"Dont you dare blame Frank, Michael. This has nothing to do with their life, it's yours. You couldve just called them!" Mrs Way defended. 
"None of you give a shit!"
"What the fu- of course we do! Dont put the blame on everyone else!"
Mikey looked close to tears before Gerard softened up a bit. 
"Nobody is mad at you for loving someone it's just-" he tried. 
"You never really gave a shit, you should be happy for me. So it's just because you're happy and Franks happy that nobody else's feelings or actions matter is it?"  Gerard went to defend us, but Mikey was already running out the door and into the outside. Gerard followed suit. 
"Mikey! Don't do this, just come and sit down!" he shouted. I knew it was useless as I heard a car engine start and a long sentence of swearing and offences. 
"You're such a fucking over dramatic dick Mikey! I hope you're happy, now fuck off!" was the last thing I heard before the car pull away and a door slam. I was already in tears I noticed as Gerard re-appeared. 

A few minutes passed before someone spoke once more. 
"Boys, don't blame yourselves, hes just- very overreactive. He's been very snappy recently, so it's nothing new. Just, cheer up a bit yeah?" Mrs Way added. I nodded my head in sad agreement and made my way over to Gerard. 
"I'm going to bed." he announced and made his way upstairs to his old room. 
I shrugged my soulders in apology to Mrs Way and quickly made my way up to Gerard. Hesitating before stepping through the battered and broken door that showed a million memory's and flashbacks, I raided my hand onto the cold copper door knob and turned it silently. Light hit Gerard's gloomy face as he stared down at a picture held loosely between his hands. I made my way over to the end of the bed next to Gerard and looked down. The photo was very, very old. It was a photo of Gerard, Mikey and myself backstage before our first gig, fuck we look terrified and so young. I chuckle in remembrance and look at my love. 
"It's not your fault you know, he will come back tonight, we will all apologise for something and we will all be fine in the morning." I comforted. It didn't seem to work before Gerard turned and wrapped his body around me in a tight embrace. I kissed his head before stroking out the strands from in front of his face and messing with his hair, he always loved that feeling. 
"I love you Frankie. I'm so happy I have you." he said simply. I smiled to myself. 
"No really, I really really love you. Everything about you, from your awkward shuffling, subtle glances at me when you think I'm not looking, to your heartwarming smile you give, you know, the one only I really get to see. That makes me feel special, fuck I just love you so much Frankie." he admitted. 
"I love too baby, I'll love you till death do us part and if I can after that, then you can bet I will."

We stayed in this loving embrace for a few more minutes before I felt Gerards phone vibrate. He plunged his hand into his pocket and brought out the little device. 
"It's Mikey!" he exclaimed with a smile. I'm glad he seems to look a bit better and calm since earlier. He looked down at the screen and pulled a confused face. 
"It says 'go to the crossroads near Billie's shops, and hurry.' " he read with a weird expression, a face that I have seen before but I can't remember where from. 
Without another word, we were both in the car once more, heading at a high speed towards our good friends shops to discover what is going on. 


*Half an hour later, next to Billie's Comics*

The scene was dreadful, the unpredictability of what has happened is unbelieveable. People pushed by me as everything and everyone became blurry apart from two things, the car and Mikey. 
The car was on the opposite side of the street, or what I assumed was the car as it was broken into a million pieces and scattered down the street. I stared open mouthed as details finally became visible. I had long lost sight of Gerard, I can't imagine what he's going though. That was until the stretcher came out with someone on it. 
Mikey. 
Gerard followed beside it as he held onto his brothers hand, crying loudly and trying to contact him as paramedics attached all of their machines to Mikeys body. Did I move to them? Did I run over and offer help? No, I fell to the ground on my knees and cried. 
I couldn't do anything to bring Mikey back now, but I don't know that he's dead, he could just be badly hurt but I was no help to anyone. But then, I'm not there for Gerard either. I begin to get up and sprint to him, when a pair of hands only me back. I struggle and strain against them, but they wouldn't budge. 
"I must be there! Let go!" I cried through sobs. 
"There's nothing you can do, it wasn't your fault." I heard a raspy voice come from above. I turned my head towards the voice and find a tousled head of hair and eyeliner- smudged eyes. Billie Joe Armstrong. 
I quickly got up and wrapped my arms around him. 
"Why was he here?! What was he doing?! It's all my fault!" I screamed into his soulder. 
"Nothing is your fault Frankie, what you did cannot impact what has happened here. What he did was his choice and his decision." he comforted. His voice was enough to calm me, slightly. Not enough to forget it all. 
Mikey is badly hurt. 
And it was because of stealing his brother from him.   

Notes

I'm so sorry this is shit but I've had a majorly rough day with the hospital. Fuck it.
Stuff will happen soon, very soon and predict the unpredictable. Cheers.