i think i hate this chapter, it may change.
"Mhm," I mindlessly replied, taking a sip from my own cup.
"Are you still mad at me?" he asked, his tone juvenile and whiney.
I sighed. "Are you going to stop trying to control my life?" I inquired, as calmly as I would if I'd asked him about the weather. I was very proud of myself.
He nodded, eyes wide and hopeful.
"Why did you say you didn't like her?" I pressed, changing the topic entirely. The thought had been lurking around my mind since I had dropped Brooklyn off at the hospital, about an hour before I had come to this coffee shop at Gerard's request.
He shrugged. "I don't...know...maybe a part of me was jealous?"
I made a face. Jealous? "Why? You and Jacey have been together for years."
He nodded, "Yeah...we're comfortable. You know...I just....I saw the way you were together," he trailed off, "It's not excusable I know that. I'm really sorry."
I was silent. Gerard Way jealous of his little brother. Interesting.
"So are we okay?" he asked.
"We will be." I replied.
He grinned. "So how is sober life treating you?"
"Okay...I guess." I murmured.
He turned his head to the side, "Only okay?" I shrugged my reply. "Look, it's normal to say 'I could really use a drink right now',"
I half smiled. "Thanks," I downed the last of my coffee, "I should go,"I said, standing up.
He followed suit. "Yeah, sure, and Mikey? I'd really like to get to know Brooklyn. She seems like a great person."
Oh shit, shake that ass ma, move it like a gypsy, stop, woah, back it up and let me see your hips swing
This woke me up and I laughed inwardly, remembering when Brooklyn decided that ringtone was perfect for me, . "Hullo?" Still half asleep.
"Brooklyn? What time is it?"
She laughed. "It's almost two,"
What could I say, I loved my sleep. I had been sleeping in on a regular basis lately, "Oh, well whats up?"
"I have amazing news!"
I could only guess, "You're coming to visit me?"
"Better! Are you ready for a roomie?"
I snapped to a sitting position, "What?!"
She just giggled her response. "Are you going to come get me?"
I was already dressed and looking for my keys. "I'll be there right away."
"I love you," she said...first. This was new.
"I love you too,"
I felt myself riding the gas pedal rather heavily on the way to the hospital. I practically ran inside. Instead of being greeted by Brooklyn, I was greeted by her angry parents. "Are you Mikey?" her father asked.
I wanted to hurt him...badly. I restrained myself. "Yes," I said, through clenched teeth.
"Brooklyn seems to have this notion that she's going to be living with you," her step-mother said. "Can you explain this?"
"Brooklyn's going to live with me," I snapped. So I wasn't going to be a favorite with her parents. They weren't my favorite either. "Where is she?"
"She's in her room, listen young man, I don't trust you to take care of her," the step-mother stated.
"Is it really your decision? Brooklyn is old enough to take care of herself you know."
"Yes, it is our decision, we were told we are to be the ones with whom she leaves." she said matter of factly.
"So she leaves with you, what's to stop her from moving out? You can't keep her under watch forever. And did you even ask her what she wanted?"
They exchanged looks. "Well, no but–"
"But what? Isn't that what matters?"
Brooklyn came into view, and she was carrying two duffel bags and a suitcase. I rushed up to her, and took the bags. "Hey baby," I said kissing her on the cheek. Her eyes were red from crying.
"Hey," she said, her voice a complete opposite from when I had spoken with her on the phone. "I see you talked to my parents." she said, referring to the fact they were both giving me dirty looks as we spoke.
"Yeah, I did, everything will be fine, I promise,"
She gave me a hopeful smile as we walked over to them.
"Brooklyn I really don't t think this is the best idea." Brook began to protest, but the stepmother stopped her. "But we have to let you make your own mistakes."
How encouraging. Brook scowled at her, "Yeah that'd be great,"
A nurse, unfamiliar to me, walked up to us. "Ma'am is everything worked out here?"
A distraught expression graced the stepmother's face. "Oh, yes, we're not taking Brooklyn, he is," she said, motioning to me.
"All right we just need you to sign a few papers. Follow me."
"Okay, good bye Brooklyn," she said. Her father just gave her a sad look.
"Good riddance." Brook muttered. "Are you ready to go?"
I nodded, "Are you going to be okay?"
She smiled, "Of course,"
A/N: I think I hate this chap. I don't really know yet, I guess it depends on the feedback, i think its just pointless right now, everything I write is crap because I'm SO stuck. anyways. enjoy.