The drive to my house was somewhat awkward. "If its any consolation Mikey, I really like Brooklyn, and so does Frank," Kat stated, turning around in the front seat to face us. Brook blushed.
"Thanks Kat, I do too," I said, glancing over at her and smiling stupidly. She grinned back.
Frank dropped Brooklyn and I off I led her inside. "Mikey?" she said in a small voice.
"Hmm?" I threw my jacket on the chair and flopped down on the couch, exhausted. She sat down next to me.
"I think..." she trailed off. "Can I have something to drink?" she asked.
I thought about the liquor cabinet above the fridge for a brief moment. "Yeah what would you like?"
I went to the kitchen to grab a water bottle out of the fridge.
I sat back down, handing her the drink. She curled up next to me and glanced at the watch on her wrist. It was 8:18.
I kissed the top of her head.
"Are you nervous?" she asked.
"Nah, I'll be alright,"
She interlaced her fingers with mine.
"But just to be sure, will you help me with something?" I asked.
"Of course, what is it?"
I stood up and led her to the kitchen. I pulled open the cupboard above the fridge. Chalk full of an assortment of alcohol.
"Holy shit," she mumbled.
I starting taking down the bottles and setting them on the counter. "What are we going to do with them?"
Once I got the last of them down, I picked one up and unscrewed the cap. "This," I said, turning it upside down and pouring into the sink.
"All of them?" she asked. "Really?"
"Yep," I said, starting on bottle number two.
She smiled, picking up a bottle herself and dumping it.
It took a while to get through all of them.
"What now?" Brook asked.
"I better go check if there's anymore around the house." I said, "Come with me?"
We checked my bedroom, and found two bottles, one empty. There was one in the bathroom, and one in the hall closet.
"I think that's all of them," I said, taking our findings to the kitchen, and dumping them out.
"I'm really proud of you,"
I smiled at her, "Me too,"
"Well, I guess I had better take you back hey?"
She sighed. "Yeah, probably."
We walked outside to my car. After a few minutes, a noticed a sullen facial expression. "Are you okay?" I asked, glancing between her and the road.
"Hmm?" she looked over, "Oh, yeah, I'm fine, I just wish I could have stayed."
I reached over and grabbed her hand. "We'll both be out of the hellhole soon enough," I said.
She chuckled. The rest of the ride, was very quiet. Which I was okay with. It was nice actually. We pulled into the parking lot, and I had the weirdest feeling. Brooklyn going in, and me going home. It sucked.
We both got out of the vehicle. I hugged her and kissed her. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow." she said, smiling but her eyes sad.
"Yeah, you bet."
She walked sullenly to the front doors. "I love you," I mumbled.
"MIKEY?! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!"
My eyes snapped open and I shot up from the couch. "Huh?" I stumbled into the kitchen, to face an angry Frank. He was gesturing to the twenty empty alcohol bottles on the kitchen counter.
"I woke up for this? Frank, I actually dumped all those out last night, so I wouldn't be tempted. You can ask Brook. She helped."
He gave me a suspicious look.
"Seriously, I'll piss in a cup for the doctors if it will make you sleep at night."
His expression softened. "Okay, I believe you."
I shuffled over to the coffee pot and concocted myself a drink. "So, what's up?" I asked.
"Not much Kat and I were wondering if you'd like to come to lunch with us." he offered.
I poured myself a cup of coffee. "I haven't finished breakfast yet," I said, raising the cup to my lips.
He laughed. "Take it to go," he asked, glancing at the clock, "It is five after twelve."
"Alright," I said, grabbing a to-go mug.
"And put some pants on will you?" he asked, referring to the fact that I was clad in only boxers.
I went into my bedroom and grabbed some jeans and a t-shirt. When I got back to the kitchen Frank was gone. I assumed he was already outside, so I grabbed my coffee and my keys and walked out the front door.
"Frank, I put pants on just for you--" I stopped upon the sight of Frank, Kat...and Gerard. "Fuck no," I uttered turning around to go back in.
"Mikey stop. Please." Gerard whined. "I'm begging you."
I took numerous deep breaths before turning around.
"I really need to talk to you," he said.
"Nice Frank," I said, shooting a glare toward him. He gave me a 'don't look at me' look, then pointed to Kat. I looked at her. "You've got to be kidding me."
She gave me an encouraging look. "I really have nothing to say to you." I said, now facing Gerard.
"I'm sorry I said I didn't like Brooklyn, I do, I'm just worried about you,"
"This isn't even about that Gerard. My whole life everything has had to be about you!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Fucking Christ, you still don't see it? I am in rehab, because YOU wanted to look like the fucking hero who 'got me help'. I am so happy right now, and you had to bring up YOUR concerns about the girl I'm happy with. You, you, you, that's all it's ever about!" I screamed.
"Mikey it's not like that. I'm trying to look out for you,"
"You suck at it! I'm twenty seven years old! Let me live my life for God's sake."
He looked down at his feet. Defeated.
"Can we go for that lunch now? I'm starving." I asked.
"Mikey, we drove Gerard--"
He cut her off, "I'll walk."
When he was out of earshot, I turned Kat, "Thank you,"
"I needed that. Thank you,"
She smiled, giving Frank an I-told-you-so look and we got into the car.
A/N Okay, so since I got some people's attention with this, I am SO excited to hear some feedback. Like. WOW. The last bit is a bit rushed, but let me know what you think!!
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