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Mikey: Past.

I jumped out of my bed when I hear the tap on my window. I woke up extra early to shower and dress before he got here. I wore a black shirt, black tight jeans, my studded belt and a pair of converse. My hair had grown out since I cut it so I just tried to flatten it out so it didn't look too much like shit. Fuck this would be the first time we would have the house to ourselves since we started dating. I see him smiling t me through my bedroom window, he had climbed up the rose thing on the side of my house. I guess he couldn't wait either. I open the window to have a boy tackle me to the floor hugging me so hard I thought u might suffocate, but it would be okay to die this way, with Frank iero on top of me.

We are teenagers but that's okay because I knew that I would never love someone else as much as I loved him at this moment right now. We kiss without any words and that's okay with me. He runs his hand up my shirt and I tell him wait, he looks confused as I move away from him to grab my camera, I didn't want to lose my memories of frank, never.

"Let's take a picture." I tell him as he stands to sit on my bed.

"You and that camera or yours, I'll never understand." Frank shakes his head but I just prop the camera up on my dresser to face my bed. I then run to tackle him.

"You'll understand one day Frank." I kiss him the turn us to the camera.

"But for now just say cheese."

Frank: Present.

Frank turned to look at Mikey who sat next to him on the tour bus couch; the younger Way seemed to be fascinated by something on his cell phone, not paying attention to Frank or anything else for that matter. Frank wanted to touch Mikey but he wasn't sure how just yet. A blonde hair singer walks out from the tour bus scratching his head and looking for coffee. Frank looked Gerard over as he also paid no attention of Frank who sat quietly on the couch his legs crossed; his back slummed into the soft couches, just like Mikey.

Gerard glanced over to his brother wondering how he was doing. The younger Way has been glued to his phone for the past couple of weeks. Gerard wanted to talk to him but he wasn't sure what he would say to his brother when he was not sure of what he should say to himself. Gerard thought maybe he could give him a few more days, maybe his brother would somehow snap out of it on his own. Before he preparing himself a cup of coffee then heading back to the back of the bus to be with Ray.

Frank watched Gerard walk away his figure dissolving into the darkness he had once come from. Frank the turns his attention back to Mikey who blinks away without much other movement. He wore all black, his face dim with no emotion, his eyes rimmed red and hid skin waxy as if he had not slept or eaten much in the past few days.

Frank shifts his position so he was closer to Mikey who in return twitches a bit but still stares into the illuminated screen of his phone. Pressing his lips together Frank reaches up to run a tattooed hand into Mikey's already bed-head hair. The Way's eyes close as Frank does this, moving his hand around then down along Mikey's soft cheek like Frank has done countless times before. When Mikey opens his eyes two tears fall down the sides of his face which has started to turn red from holding in his pain. All Frank wanted at that moment was to hold Mikey until he stopped hurting.

"I'm going to my bunk."

Mikey says aloud before sanding up to walk in hurried small steps away from the couch towards the back to his bunk. This action only makes Frank frown then follow after him slipping besides Mikey who had pushed himself against the wall. Frank touched Mike's back softly.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

Mike's voice comes out as a whimper.

Frank could feel Mikey's back tense up then fall lose, tense then fall lose as he silently sobbed.

Frank did to respond knowing Mikey wouldn't hear his words anyway, not because Mikey would not listen but he simply would not perceive his voice. Mikey presses his face away into his pillow as Frank strokes his back wondering if he was in fact hurting Mikey more by staying around. Frank couldn't think anywhere else he wanted to go or be besides right here with Mikey like he was so used to, practically the only thing he knew anymore.

A black out consumes Frank just like every other time Mikey falls into a deep sleep and dreams about him, if Mikey where to dream about anything other than Frank, he was free to wonder about until Mikey woke. This night Mikey slept heavy dreaming about Frank, dreams that would only break his heart when he woke.

Frank watches Mikey move past him to get dressed in the back room since they needed to head off of the tour bus to g sign some fan stuff before they played a show. Frank knew if Mikey was not being forced he would hide away on the tour bus until everything was over and they were moving again. Mikey pulls off his shirt tossing the dirty thing aside before rummaging around to look for a clean tank top and jacket to wear outside. Frank's eyes scan over his thin pale torso which was now in Franks full line of vision not that Frank saw much else but Mikey anyway. Frank wanted to reach out to run his fingers over Mikey's exposed skin but he was not sure how Mikey would feel about that, the Way was actually moving and looked alive for the first time in a log time what would Frank's touches do to that?

Mikey presses his face into his hand when he feels a cold touch running along his back then trails to his waist, hands stroking him warm flesh. Mikey's heart squeezed in his chest as he forgot how to move or think, all his body focused on the cold chill running along him in such a familiar way, it was the only thing he had left. Frank slips his hands down Mikey's back then trail them around his lower body towards his hips just like he used to do to Mikey when they were alone to change.

"Stop, please stop." Mikey's voice is lower than a whisper but Frank could hear his voice just fine.

Frank pulls his hands away from Mikey who shakes violently for a second before he grabs a shirt and rushed from the back room of the tour bus.

"Sorry." Frank's words are lost in the air.

Mikey knew he would follow him like every other time.

Mikey: Past.

I went to the small underground "rock room" were Frank would be preforming with his band pencey prep. I never missed one of his shows. I wanted to support him because he derived it, he was amazing at playing guitar and I loved his singing voice. He club was small and sweaty and frank's band had already started to play but it was okay. I watched them rock out to a bunch of other teenagers that stood around or started to pit of no good reason but because it was what they wanted to do.

When their set was over I watch Frank walk off the stage so I ran to catch him but before I called his name I saw his expression he was smiling ear to ear and he looked like he was in pure bliss, I knew he loved to preform but the way he looked right now made my heart beat a little faster and my love for him blossom in my chest.

I lifted up my camera to capture this moment forever.

I then run up to hug him, in return he jumps surprised then lifts me in his arms for a sweet kiss on the lips. He was sweaty but I didn't mind it.

"I love you Mikey." Frank said in such a small voice. Everything around us disappeared from my line of vision; all I could see was Frank.

This was the first time he actually said he loved me. I've always felt it but we never said it out loud and honesty I was in shock to hear him say it.

"It's okay if you don't feel the same way." Frank then said after I'm silent for a few minutes.

My body freaks out before my mouth does.

"No, Frank I love you too."

He smiles before he kisses me again. I never wanted to forget this moment ever, I was so happy that I snapped a picture.

Frank: Present.

Mikey is glued to his phone again Frank thinks before walking into the front area of the tour bus. Gerard and Ray vacated to the back like they always do. Mikey doesn't notice Frank he never does, not since a couple of weeks ago. Frank sit beside Mikey on the couch wanting to snuggle up to his side like he used to do when Frank felt tired but couldn't sleep, curing up to Mikey just mad everything feel okay for Frank.

Silence takes over but it's nothing new for the two of them so they sat there like it was no big deal even though both of their hearts were breaking. Mikey was Frank's everything and he hated how that changed, but it wasn't his fault not really, was sit? Frank moves closer to watch the side of Mikey's face. Being here like this was better than not being together at all wasn't it? Frank thinks.

Mikey feels him but he can't bring himself to look because he knows Frank wouldn't be there not really anyway.

"Mikey?" Gerard's voice shocked both boys as he enters the front of the bus to talk with his brother. He couldn't stand to see Mikey mopping this way.

Mikey doesn't answer just click a button on his phone. Frank looks up to the blonde hair singer a she runs a hand through his messy hair. Frank knew that Gerard was concerned about his brother. And this all of this was my fault, Frank thinks before turning back to look at Mikey who shifted his weight as Gerard got close to him.

"Come on Mikey I know you can hear me." Gerard sits on the other side of Mikey on the couch.

"Gerard what do you want?" Mikey sounded a little too bitter and Frank wanted to stroke his back and tell him that this wasn't Gerard's fault; he just loves you and wants you not to hurt. But frank knew that Mikey wouldn't listen, Couldn't listen.

"How are you?" Mikey brings his phone down to rest in his lap so he could make eye contact with his brother. "What do you think?" Gerard shifts his eyes.

"I miss him to Mikey." Mikey rolls his eyes at his brother then looks back into his phone on his lap.

"Mikey please talk to me." Gerard pleads reaching out to touch his brother arm, Mikey filched away.

"I can't talk about what you want to talk about Gerard, I just can't." Mikey is on the verge of tears so Franks moves closer to him wanting to comfort him so bad.

"You're going to have to talk about it sooner or later Mikey." Gerard says before standing. "So let-" Gerard starts but is cut off by Mikey.

"I rather it be later." Mikey had snapped before bringing his cell phone up to his face again ignoring his brother. Gerard feels a lump in his throat.

"Okay Mikes." Frank watches Gerard leave the room knowing as soon as he fell into ray's arms that he would cry, he would cry for Mikey, for himself, for Frank. He would cry because he couldn't fix anything, because he was a good person.

Frank brings his lips to Mikey's ear, "You should blame your brother." Frank whispers making Mikey's eyes close when he felt an icy cold chill near his ear.

"Why did you have to leave me?" Mikey says aloud.

"I'm sorry." Frank says, "I would change it all if I could."

Mikey closes his eyes as Frank curls up next to him on the couch. Mikey feels cold but he couldn't bring himself to cover himself up, he knew that his was the only thing he had left and he couldn't lose this, not after he lost everything else.

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Mikey: Past.

I jumped out of my bed when I hear the tap on my window. I woke up extra early to shower and dress before he got here. I wore a black shirt, black tight jeans, my studded belt and a pair of converse. My hair had grown out since I cut it so I just tried to flatten it out so it didn't look too much like shit. Fuck this would be the first time we would have the house to ourselves since we started dating. I see him smiling t me through my bedroom window, he had climbed up the rose thing on the side of my house. I guess he couldn't wait either. I open the window to have a boy tackle me to the floor hugging me so hard I thought u might suffocate, but it would be okay to die this way, with Frank iero on top of me.

We are teenagers but that's okay because I knew that I would never love someone else as much as I loved him at this moment right now. We kiss without any words and that's okay with me. He runs his hand up my shirt and I tell him wait, he looks confused as I move away from him to grab my camera, I didn't want to lose my memories of frank, never.

"Let's take a picture." I tell him as he stands to sit on my bed.

"You and that camera or yours, I'll never understand." Frank shakes his head but I just prop the camera up on my dresser to face my bed. I then run to tackle him.

"You'll understand one day Frank." I kiss him the turn us to the camera.

"But for now just say cheese."

Frank: Present.

Frank turned to look at Mikey who sat next to him on the tour bus couch; the younger Way seemed to be fascinated by something on his cell phone, not paying attention to Frank or anything else for that matter. Frank wanted to touch Mikey but he wasn't sure how just yet. A blonde hair singer walks out from the tour bus scratching his head and looking for coffee. Frank looked Gerard over as he also paid no attention of Frank who sat quietly on the couch his legs crossed; his back slummed into the soft couches, just like Mikey.

Gerard glanced over to his brother wondering how he was doing. The younger Way has been glued to his phone for the past couple of weeks. Gerard wanted to talk to him but he wasn't sure what he would say to his brother when he was not sure of what he should say to himself. Gerard thought maybe he could give him a few more days, maybe his brother would somehow snap out of it on his own. Before he preparing himself a cup of coffee then heading back to the back of the bus to be with Ray.

Frank watched Gerard walk away his figure dissolving into the darkness he had once come from. Frank the turns his attention back to Mikey who blinks away without much other movement. He wore all black, his face dim with no emotion, his eyes rimmed red and hid skin waxy as if he had not slept or eaten much in the past few days.

Frank shifts his position so he was closer to Mikey who in return twitches a bit but still stares into the illuminated screen of his phone. Pressing his lips together Frank reaches up to run a tattooed hand into Mikey's already bed-head hair. The Way's eyes close as Frank does this, moving his hand around then down along Mikey's soft cheek like Frank has done countless times before. When Mikey opens his eyes two tears fall down the sides of his face which has started to turn red from holding in his pain. All Frank wanted at that moment was to hold Mikey until he stopped hurting.

"I'm going to my bunk."

Mikey says aloud before sanding up to walk in hurried small steps away from the couch towards the back to his bunk. This action only makes Frank frown then follow after him slipping besides Mikey who had pushed himself against the wall. Frank touched Mike's back softly.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

Mike's voice comes out as a whimper.

Frank could feel Mikey's back tense up then fall lose, tense then fall lose as he silently sobbed.

Frank did to respond knowing Mikey wouldn't hear his words anyway, not because Mikey would not listen but he simply would not perceive his voice. Mikey presses his face away into his pillow as Frank strokes his back wondering if he was in fact hurting Mikey more by staying around. Frank couldn't think anywhere else he wanted to go or be besides right here with Mikey like he was so used to, practically the only thing he knew anymore.

A black out consumes Frank just like every other time Mikey falls into a deep sleep and dreams about him, if Mikey where to dream about anything other than Frank, he was free to wonder about until Mikey woke. This night Mikey slept heavy dreaming about Frank, dreams that would only break his heart when he woke.

Frank watches Mikey move past him to get dressed in the back room since they needed to head off of the tour bus to g sign some fan stuff before they played a show. Frank knew if Mikey was not being forced he would hide away on the tour bus until everything was over and they were moving again. Mikey pulls off his shirt tossing the dirty thing aside before rummaging around to look for a clean tank top and jacket to wear outside. Frank's eyes scan over his thin pale torso which was now in Franks full line of vision not that Frank saw much else but Mikey anyway. Frank wanted to reach out to run his fingers over Mikey's exposed skin but he was not sure how Mikey would feel about that, the Way was actually moving and looked alive for the first time in a log time what would Frank's touches do to that?

Mikey presses his face into his hand when he feels a cold touch running along his back then trails to his waist, hands stroking him warm flesh. Mikey's heart squeezed in his chest as he forgot how to move or think, all his body focused on the cold chill running along him in such a familiar way, it was the only thing he had left. Frank slips his hands down Mikey's back then trail them around his lower body towards his hips just like he used to do to Mikey when they were alone to change.

"Stop, please stop." Mikey's voice is lower than a whisper but Frank could hear his voice just fine.

Frank pulls his hands away from Mikey who shakes violently for a second before he grabs a shirt and rushed from the back room of the tour bus.

"Sorry." Frank's words are lost in the air.

Mikey knew he would follow him like every other time.

Mikey: Past.

I went to the small underground "rock room" were Frank would be preforming with his band pencey prep. I never missed one of his shows. I wanted to support him because he derived it, he was amazing at playing guitar and I loved his singing voice. He club was small and sweaty and frank's band had already started to play but it was okay. I watched them rock out to a bunch of other teenagers that stood around or started to pit of no good reason but because it was what they wanted to do.

When their set was over I watch Frank walk off the stage so I ran to catch him but before I called his name I saw his expression he was smiling ear to ear and he looked like he was in pure bliss, I knew he loved to preform but the way he looked right now made my heart beat a little faster and my love for him blossom in my chest.

I lifted up my camera to capture this moment forever.

I then run up to hug him, in return he jumps surprised then lifts me in his arms for a sweet kiss on the lips. He was sweaty but I didn't mind it.

"I love you Mikey." Frank said in such a small voice. Everything around us disappeared from my line of vision; all I could see was Frank.

This was the first time he actually said he loved me. I've always felt it but we never said it out loud and honesty I was in shock to hear him say it.

"It's okay if you don't feel the same way." Frank then said after I'm silent for a few minutes.

My body freaks out before my mouth does.

"No, Frank I love you too."

He smiles before he kisses me again. I never wanted to forget this moment ever, I was so happy that I snapped a picture.

Frank: Present.

Mikey is glued to his phone again Frank thinks before walking into the front area of the tour bus. Gerard and Ray vacated to the back like they always do. Mikey doesn't notice Frank he never does, not since a couple of weeks ago. Frank sit beside Mikey on the couch wanting to snuggle up to his side like he used to do when Frank felt tired but couldn't sleep, curing up to Mikey just mad everything feel okay for Frank.

Silence takes over but it's nothing new for the two of them so they sat there like it was no big deal even though both of their hearts were breaking. Mikey was Frank's everything and he hated how that changed, but it wasn't his fault not really, was sit? Frank moves closer to watch the side of Mikey's face. Being here like this was better than not being together at all wasn't it? Frank thinks.

Mikey feels him but he can't bring himself to look because he knows Frank wouldn't be there not really anyway.

"Mikey?" Gerard's voice shocked both boys as he enters the front of the bus to talk with his brother. He couldn't stand to see Mikey mopping this way.

Mikey doesn't answer just click a button on his phone. Frank looks up to the blonde hair singer a she runs a hand through his messy hair. Frank knew that Gerard was concerned about his brother. And this all of this was my fault, Frank thinks before turning back to look at Mikey who shifted his weight as Gerard got close to him.

"Come on Mikey I know you can hear me." Gerard sits on the other side of Mikey on the couch.

"Gerard what do you want?" Mikey sounded a little too bitter and Frank wanted to stroke his back and tell him that this wasn't Gerard's fault; he just loves you and wants you not to hurt. But frank knew that Mikey wouldn't listen, Couldn't listen.

"How are you?" Mikey brings his phone down to rest in his lap so he could make eye contact with his brother. "What do you think?" Gerard shifts his eyes.

"I miss him to Mikey." Mikey rolls his eyes at his brother then looks back into his phone on his lap.

"Mikey please talk to me." Gerard pleads reaching out to touch his brother arm, Mikey filched away.

"I can't talk about what you want to talk about Gerard, I just can't." Mikey is on the verge of tears so Franks moves closer to him wanting to comfort him so bad.

"You're going to have to talk about it sooner or later Mikey." Gerard says before standing. "So let-" Gerard starts but is cut off by Mikey.

"I rather it be later." Mikey had snapped before bringing his cell phone up to his face again ignoring his brother. Gerard feels a lump in his throat.

"Okay Mikes." Frank watches Gerard leave the room knowing as soon as he fell into ray's arms that he would cry, he would cry for Mikey, for himself, for Frank. He would cry because he couldn't fix anything, because he was a good person.

Frank brings his lips to Mikey's ear, "You should blame your brother." Frank whispers making Mikey's eyes close when he felt an icy cold chill near his ear.

"Why did you have to leave me?" Mikey says aloud.

"I'm sorry." Frank says, "I would change it all if I could."

Mikey closes his eyes as Frank curls up next to him on the couch. Mikey feels cold but he couldn't bring himself to cover himself up, he knew that his was the only thing he had left and he couldn't lose this, not after he lost everything else.