The front door slammed causing the clock on the wall to move from side to side by a fraction.

"What's wrong with him?!" Asked Gerard looking confused.
Well, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that the secret that Mikey desperately wanted to tell us probably has something to do with Gerard and Frank. But Gerard obviously hadn't figured this out.

"No, clue..." Frank whispered delicately into Gerard's ear.

"Should we go find him?" Ray asked, sounding concerned for Mikey.

"Nah..." Said Gerard, "he'll turn up when he wants to." He left the room and returned with a beer from the fridge, collapsing into the sofa and dragging Frank down with him. They ended up in a giant pile of arms, legs and ended up looking like a 2 headed beast, but not a single drop of the beer was spilled, maybe that was because the can was empty; but that's not the point really.

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It was a while until we heard the rattling on the door that told us that Mikey had returned. Gerard leaped from his seat and crunched along the collection of beer cans that lay at his feet until he reached the door. He found the wall and guided his way towards the front door. Again, the door was slammed. Well at least we know that Mikey's back, there's no fucking doubt about it.

"Heyyyyy..." Gerard slurred, "Mikes! Little bro! How ya doing?!" He outstretched his arms towards him as an attempt of a hug. Mikes refused, peeling Gerard off him.

"How am I doing?! I'm doing fucking fine thanks Gee!!! YEAH! Why else wouldn't I be fine?!" Yelled Mikey into his face. I leapt up from my seat as I began to smell a little trouble brewing, like a dead cat in a gallon of piss. Ray looked at me, dumbfounded.

"Where yo-" he asked.

"This doesn't sound like its going to have a happy ending Ray."

"Oh, just leave them to it....they're brothers. This happens all the time."

I suppose that Ray was right but I sensed that this was going to be a little more, how'd you say? Intense. I walked out of the room, despite Ray's pleads to stay.
There I saw Mikey's face pressed close to Gerard's, his chest heaving, sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Hey, calm it...calm. What's wrong?!" Gerard asked, innocently.

I watched as Mikey glared at him. What was he doing?

"I'll tell you what's wrong! You!!!" Yelled Mikey hysterically, grabbing hold of Gerard's collar and shoving him violently to the floor.

"YOU!!" He pointed his finger towards his older brother, "You ruined everything that I had! Everything!!!"

Shit. Shit. Shit. What the giddy fuck do I do now?!
I knelt down next to Gerard but still Mikey drew closer, kicking and scratching at his brother.

"Mikes! STOP! Please!" I said desperately, trying to protect Gerard, gaining a few bruises myself in the process.

All this commotion and fighting meant that Ray and Frank appeared in the doorway of the living room to see me trying to defend Gerard who was laid on the floor, from Mikey's vicious kicks.
Frank looked confused but then gulped and his bottom lip quiver as he looked down to his boyfriend who was spread out across the floor. You may think that because Frank is smaller than us lot, that he is weak. Well, I'll tell you something: he wasn't when he ran and threw himself onto Mikey, slamming his head onto the door. They landed in a heap, before some scuffling was heard.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Frank tried to yell, but struggled as Mikey was too busy (despite hitting his head hard on the door) trying to lock his lips onto Franks.

"Get off me!" He yelled, "Mikey" he tried to stand, "please...."

Mikey stopped and pushed Frank away from him, tears streaming down his face. Frank ran back and over to Gerard, running his hands through his hair.
I looked to Mikey, a train wreck of a Mikey, hands shaking, tears streaming, legs pressed against his chest. He flinched as his older brother got to his feet.

"Mikey? What was all that about?" Asked Gerard.

"Y-you-" Mikey quivered, "a-and f-frank...." He said, eyes flickering between the pair.

"What?! You're jealous!!!"

Mikey nodded looking disappointed with himself.
Ha. I knew it. I knew that it had something to do with Gerard and Frank.

"Why? Frank?"

"I have no-one...." Whispered Mikey through short breaths, "I am alone and left out...You always take everything that I so desperately want , all for yourself" He turned to Frank, "I've always admired you...."

"But I give you so much back Mikey!" Yelled Gerard.

"Like what?" He asked, his voice still sad and disappointed.

"I let you be in this band for gods sake! Only because you're my little brother! I never wanted you in it in the first place because you're a really shit bass player but I had to let you in because you're my brother!"

"So you don't want me here anymore then?!" Asked Mikey.

"No! None of us have ever wanted you in this band! We've wanted you gone since day one!"

"GERARD!" Shouted Ray running over to kneel down next to Mikey, "how could you lie like that?" He placed his arm around Mikey, "mikes may not be perfect but he still has feelings."

I don't know why Ray sided with him, he was a non for good violent boyfriend catcher. That's all that he was. Me and Frank stood by Gerard's side, after all, he had been the one who had been attacked.

"Fine then...." Mikey said standing up, "I'm leaving...it's obvious that you don't want me here...."

"Yes...off you go now...."

"No! Mikey!" Yelled Ray. He turned to face Gerard, "if Mikey's going then so am I!"

"What?! No! Ray! We need you!" I cried as I flung myself towards him. What was he doing? He couldn't possibly leave could he?

"And we need Mikey just as much!" He said back to me calmly. "Tonight I have seen your true lying colours, friends, and I no longer want to work with you anymore. Goodbye."

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"I can't do this anymore guys, I'm sorry..." Explained Gerard, "the bands done guys. Gone. Dead. Poof. But our music shall live on. You guys go and carry on with deathspells or something. You keep making good music, friends."

"But.... Gee...." Pleaded Frank.

I turned to Frank, "Gerard's right. We need to move on....."

"Okay...."

"Well, good luck and I'll see you guys around then...."

Notes

So. This is it. Last chapter. And before you hate me for the ending and all the arguing, this fanfic is called Friday 22nd March 2013 (the day mcr broke up) so what did you expect?
Still, I'm sorry. But thank you for reading , and thanks to those who commented and voted. Goodbye.
Rawr XD (hint: used for irony) x