A Determined Person

I hang up, grinning hugely as I run my hand through my hair yes.
I look down and cover my mouth with a hand and I giggle like a school girl. "You sound like an emo goose," Mikey says from the doorway of my room, a still frozen eggo waffle in his hand.
"Shut up," I say, unable to wipe the smile from my face, "you sound insane when you giggle."
"Maybe, but I don't sound like a goose." I roll my eyes and he moves to nibble at the frozen waffle, stopping to ask, "So what was that about?"
"Oh um," I blush, "Frank wants to collaborate with me for Faculty Follies!"
He cracks a smile, "That's awesome! I'm so happy for you, Gee!
You'll be winning his heart in no time," he winks at me.
I blush again, "Here's hoping..." I look up in time to see Mikey nibble at the still frozen waffle before making a face of utmost displeasure.
It made me laugh.
"Did you use the toaster?"
"It wouldn't work."
....
I groan, "Mikey....
Please tell me you did not stick another fork in the toaster to pull that," I point to the sad blueberry waffle, "out of it."
Silence.
"Okay then, I won't tell you."
"Mikey!" I groan, running my hand through my hair, "You're going to electrocute yourself!"
"Haven't done it yet! So I'm golden!"
I slap my hand to my forehead, "You're going to give me an aneurism."
"Sorry mom," he says sarcastically.
I imitate our mother's heavier Jersey accent and speak in a falsetto, "Michael James Way! You are going to kill me way before my time! I'm always worrying about you sticking forks in toasters or bringing heaters into the shower! You're going to kill yourself!" I pause a moment before adding, "And your father is facing an inquiry at work!
And it's entirely your fault!
If you put another toe outof line, we'll bring you straight home!"
He laughs at my impersonation of Molly Weasly and shakes his head, "No I'm not!"
I drop the accent, "You so are! You're gonna be on a show called 'Dumb Ways to Die' or 'A Thousand Ways to Die'!"
"Shut up!"
I laugh and ruffle his hair, "You are!" I giggle and walk out, "Come on, I'll make some pancakes." He follows me and helps get out all the ingredients for our breakfast and I whisk them together and pour it into the skillet.
Two completed pancakes later Mikey (who had been chewing on his bottom lip and twisting the hem of his shirt in his hands) murmurs, "Hey Gee..?"
"Yeah Mikes?"
"Can I move back in here..?"
I frown and turn to look at him, his eyes downcast and his shoulders slouched, he's serious, "Mikey...? Why? Is everything okay with mom?"
"Yeah, no, of course."
"Mikey, what's wrong."
"It's just that... Um.." He awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, "Mom started dating again..
And the guy... He honestly scares me.." My eyes widen and soften, "Why-
Is mom okay?
Are you okay?"
"Yeah, we're fine.. He treats mom like a princess, which is what she deserves, don't get me wrong. But... I don't know.. I just get this weird feeling whenever we're alone together.. It's really unsettling.... I feel like he doesn't like the fact mom has kids, or at least, one that still lives with her..."
I place my hand on his boney shoulder, "Hey, I get it. Of course you can move back in, Mikey.. My home is your home... I'm just going to need a few days to clean out your old room."
He looks up, his face going from gratitude to shocked remembrance, "Wait-
Shit, I'm sorry, I forgot you turned it into an art studio-
Listen, you don't have to, I can sleep on the couch-"
"Mikey," I cut him off, "no little brother of mine is sleeping on that thing. I'm more than happy to do this."
"Really..?"
"Of course! You're my baby brother," I turn back to the pancakes and flip over a few, "But you are going to have to tell mom you're moving back in with me." He nods as I hand him a plate, "I know." I pile a few pancakes onto my own plate and grab the syrup and head to the couch to turn on some T.V. "So, have you decided what song you're going to sing?" Mikey asks.
"Yeah, Skylines and Turnstiles," I settle on an episode of Firefly on the Syfy channel and settle in to eat my pancakes. "....You are aware that Frank doesn't know how to play that...
Right?"
I almost spit out a piece of pancake, shit, that's right.
I forgot.
"And you don't know how to write guitar chords," Mikey adds on.
"Um.. Nope.
I don't.
Do you?"
He shrugs, "Not really, I can read music more than I write it."
I let out a breath and grind my hands into my eyes, "Fuuuuuuck... I should probably call him-"
At that moment my phone rings and when I pick it up, speak of the devil!
It's Frank.
"Hey, what's up?" I answer.
"Hey um, I just realized I didn't ask you what song we're gonna do," Frank replies, I can taste his awkwardness.
"Yeah I just realized that," I laugh, "it's a song called Skylines and Turnstiles."
"Cool, cool.... Um... Will I tarnish my music reputation if I tell you I have never heard of the song nor the band it's by?"
I laugh, "Yeah no, I'm not surprised," I giggle, "It's a very very small group known as Gerard Way."
Silence for a bit before he laughs and realizes, "No way! You wrote it?"
"Yep! I wrote it the day I decided to move out here..."
"Hey that's cool, so... I don't suppose that you have a guitar part written?"
"I don't, sorry... I can't write guitar chords."
"That's okay, I know how to. Is it okay if we meet up sometime to work on it?"
"Yeah, of course," I bite my lip as I offer, "how about sometime around one o'clock today..?"
"Today?" Frank sounds a bit shocked... Oops.
"If you can't do it today that's fine," I quickly amend.
"No!" He almost shouts, "Today is perfect."
"Okay..." I let a shy smile creep across my face, "Wanna meet up at my house?"
"Yeah, mines a bit of a mess."
I give him my address and we say our goodbyes. "Mikey.
Frank is coming over."

Notes

Hello lovelies! Sorry once again for the late chapter but I had midterms all last week and I got my braces off on Friday (I've had them on for four years) and I've just now heard that my grandmother (who I'm pretty sure is convinced I'm a Satanist because of the emo thing (even though I'm a very devout Christian)) is going to be coming over to our house this Christmas, and that'd be fine!
if the house wasn't a complete mess.

So,
yeah
thats what's been going on in my world!
how are y'all doing?

XoxoS

P.S. How is my characterization?