There was a sharp knock at the door and Mikey wondered from his room and down the stairs to where a woman and two men stood at the door. As Mikey peered through the frosted glass he could see that the woman had long flowing brown hair with blue ends merging and swirling together. He opened the door to see a pair of glasses perched gently on her nose and a smile wrought into her face.

"hey..." She said sensitively, "hey. My names Alex. Mikey, its okay. This is Finley..." She motioned to the tall man stood at her side with a briefcase and strawberry blonde hair that swept across his eyes. He smiled. "and this is your uncle Nick." She motioned to the cold looking human who stood at her side, his greying hair coating a shrewd coarse face. His hands dirty and beaten and a stern and horrifying look in his grey staring eyes. He nodded towards Mikey and smiled, not a kind smile. The sort of creepy smile that imbeds its filthy being right into your mind and won't ever leave. The smile just didn't seem to fit him and his personality, almost as if he had stolen the smile from somebody else.

"Im here to help." Continued Alex, smiling as Gerard also made his way downstairs, eyes red and puffy, and stood at the door weighing up the situation. "im here from the local childrens care home and I've come to help you guys get settled into your new home. Have you guys got all of your stuff ready?"
"Um. Most of it..." Replied Mikey, "just the guitars to put in their cases and then I think that's it."
"Good." She replied smiling.

How could she smile so much at a time like this? Did she not know that the boys' parents were both dead? Or was she simply trying her best to lighten the mood?

"Well..." Alex continued, "run upstairs and pack your guitars then."
The two did as they were told and ran upstairs, Gerard grabbing his sandy coloured les Paul special II electric guitar and Mikey fetching his black fender bass and laying her gently in the lined case.
Gerard spoke in a hushed whisper and made sure that the three visitors couldn't hear him. After packing his guitar he visited Mikey in his room who just stood staring longingly out of the window.

"So...." Began Gerard, "little bro. I guess this is the first chapter of our new lives."
"I don't want to live with him Gerard. I don't want to live with Uncle Nick. I just want to stay here and just live in the house with you. I mean: We're perfectly independent and I'm sure that we'd be fine."
"We would." Replied Gerard moving his hair from his eyes. "but is that what mum and dad would want?"
"Mum and dad aren't here!" Cried Mikey.
"They are. They always will be. And do you think that they'd rather we be isolated and lonely in the house full of memories or be safe with our only relative? Im afraid it's the last choice Mikes. Im sorry."
"It's okay gee. We should probably head downstairs anyway."
"Yeah. Okay."
Mikey took once last look at his room, at the small marks which the blue tack had made on the walls on which hundreds of posters used to form a blanket. He took a picture of him Gerard, his mum, dad and their dog Scrappie off of the chest of drawers. A time when they were happy. Together. Not afraid of the world. He held it close to his heart for a second before slipping it into his backpack; picking up his guitar case and waving goodbye to his room. Gerard did the same and they both hauled their bags downstairs.

Notes

Hi. Hope this was okay. :) x
-Lou