Cruel World, But You Are Beautiful To Me

I practically bolt off stage. I'm so worried about Green Eyes. Hell, I don't even know the kid and I'm worried. I want to see if the guy's okay. All the other guys are extremely worried too. We all meet Chris, head of security for us, outside the dressing room where we were told that they are letting Green Eyes calm down. The poor kid, being beaten, he doesn't deserve it, nobody does.

"Hey Chris, how is he?" I ask, a panicked tone lacing my voice. Chris looks at all of us.

"Not good guys, I've been hearing him sobbing and crying. Though, I think all of you would freak the poor kid out. Maybe just one of you should go in to meet and comfort the kid. He won't talk to any of us." Chris tells us, standing firmly in front of the dressing room door.

Gerard instantly pipes up. "I'll g-" he starts but for some reason Frank cuts him off by stamping on his foot and glaring at him.

"No. Mikey will go." He supplies confidently. Why is he so confident about me talking and comforting a person I don't even know?!

"Why me?" I hiss, my eyes widening. He knows I don't do well around people and shit!

"Just have a hunch that the kid will listen to you more than he'll listen to any of us." Frank explains with a shrug. Ray suddenly gets a confused look.

"Why?" He asks and waits a second before realizing. "Ohh. Yeah, Mikey will go." He comes to the conclusion. I shoot him a glare, then sigh. I grimace slightly.

"Okay, okay. Fine." I say with a huff. "Here it goes." I mumble. I take a deep breath and push open the door.

I look around the room and see Green Eyes sitting on the couch, his head hung, soft sobs racking through his slim body. He's beautiful up close. He's not looking up though. What had that monster done to this poor kid? I just want to scoop him up in my arms and hold him.

I don't say a word, though, I silently walk up to the poor shaking figure with beautiful green eyes. I sit beside him on the couch, our shoulders touching. I bite my lip, not knowing what to say. After what seems like forever, I speak.

"I'm sorry what he did to you. He shouldn't have done that." I say softly, not wanting to scare the poor weeping figure beside me.

I see the kids head move around for a second, just before his long, slender arm stretches out and reaches for the pad and paper in front of us. I give a slight confused look which quickly turns to a frown when I see him start to write. Why can't he speak to me? He pushes the paper to me.

I start reading to myself. "He did it because he loves me. He's the only one that will EVER love me." Is written in perfect hand writing on the tear stained page.

I bite down on my lip, feeling incredibly sad for this poor beautiful kid in front of me. "Hey, I'm sure that's not true." I say softly, wanting to put my arms around him. "He doesn't really love you..." I pause and gulp. "I-if he did, he wouldn't hit you like that." I whisper, explaining as softly as I can. "There are so, so many other people in this world who probably truly do love you." I say with a small smile of hope.

The kid grabs the notebook and pen again. I see more tears hitting the rough paper. He slides me the note again.

"He does love me. I do stupid things. Really stupid things. He just wants to remind me to keep smart and be good. He loves me so much. I'm just a stupid emo that can't be loved. Only he will ever truly love me." He wrote. It breaks my heart that he he thinks of himself as such. It physically hurts me to think that a guy like him is so brutally abused in every way possible. Well, I hope not every way possible.

"I don't think you're stupid..." I trail off, collecting my wording. "I, I personally think you're really cool. I for one, really like your emo hair and makeup." I mumble, hopefully bringing some confidence to you.

I hear him release a deep breath. Is he going to talk? I bite my lip in hope, but slump a bit when I see him pick the notepad back up. He writes for a bit and shoves the note in front of me.

What I read shatters my heart. "You're lying..." he already doesn't trust me. "Nobody but he can stand my looks. He's loved me for 10 years." The message ends. The guy obviously doesn't love this kid.

I look towards the boy beside me. I wish he'd just look up and talk to me. "I'm not lying. I swear. I think..." I say and trail off for just a second, blushing. "I think you're really hot." I say and cringe a bit at how awkward I am. "You know, I thought I was ugly too. I thought that nobody could love me. Now though, now I see I was wrong. It's thanks to my brother and friends. Hey, I know what it's like to hate what you see in the mirror." I finally admit and screw my eyes shut, keeping back the tears. "You're fucking perfect. Your boyfriend's the liar, not me." I say, just above a whisper.

I see the kids phone buzz. I see it's his boyfriend and all I see is 'we're through.' I'm happy he doesn't have to deal with his boyfriend anymore, my happiness quickly fades though when the kid bursts into tears. I quickly take his phone from him and shut it down without a thought. I wrap my arms around him and hush him. I keep him against me

"It's okay. It will all be okay." I whisper as I pull him in. I feel him stiffen at the hug and my heart feels like it shattered. It hurts to see such an innocent kid like him be damaged like this. I don't let him go though, I know he needs the comfort. I'm glad it was me that came in and talked to him, not the others. "I'm not going to let him touch you." I whisper under my breath.

I feel him slightly and hesitantly lean into me. I smile slightly at this.

"I'm... My name is Mikey Way. Can you... Can you please - tell me your name?" I ask tentatively, hoping he'll speak.

I hear something, just above a whisper, his voice shocking me a bit. I thought he'd maybe have a deeper voice, but his voice is meek and soft. "I know your name. My name is Patrick."

"Oh yeah, you'd know that because..." I trail off cringing at myself yet again. "Patrick, that's a nice name. How old are you Patrick?" I ask him. It's cool how he shares a name with Fall Out Boy's front man.

"23." He says deadly quiet to me. Thank god hsi sobbing and shaking has calmed a bit.

Hes been with his ex since he was 13?! "I'm 2..." I stop when I realize that he probably already knows I'm 27. "Um, when's your birthday?" I ask, trying to make a light conversation.

"June 29th." He continues to whisper to me, still not looking up at me.

"So coming up... um listen, Patrick." I say done with this small talk. "I-" I sigh. "Where do you live? I-I want to make sure you get home safe." I say, not really wanting him to leave, but coming to the harsh reality that I can't just whisk him away.

"With him." He mumbles, his voice wavering slightly.

"Oh." I say. Just fucking fantastic. "Do you have family or someone to call?" I ask, not wanting to have the police involved in this.

"Family hates me. Rules." Is all I hear. Well shit. He's not underage, the government won't do anything. If we get the cops it will probably end up in court and cost money he probably doesn't have. Well fuck.

An idea pops into my head. "Hey Patrick. How would you feel about staying with us for the rest of tour? We have an extra bunk and we can figure out what happens after tour." I say.

"Don't want to be a burden. The guys will hate me and you will hate me." He mumbles. He honestly thinks that?

"Patrick, you're not a burden. They'll love you, I'm sure of it. Please, just don't go back to him. Please come with us." I try to reason. He gives a really weak nod and I smile.

"O-okay. I won't try to bother you guys. Yell at me if I do so." He mumbles.

"You won't bother us. Would you like to meet the other guys?" I ask, smiling. I'm happy you agreed.

"S-sure." He mumbles with a weak nod.

"Okay Patrick. I'll be right back. Don't freak out." I smile and pat his knee gently, standing up and walking to the door.

Notes

Just letting all of you know, once the story ends from Mikey's side I will be creating Patrick's POV. Thanks!

Giving credit where credit is due.
Again, thanks again to my mate homophobia.is.gay on whisper for letting me make this story based off our roleplay!