Can Mikey really do this? Can Ray and Frank convince him enough, or will they even have to?
"What's that meant to be?" Frank asked, looking at the painting dumbfoundedly, while he scratched his head.
"It's a painting, man," Ray said, turning slightly to look at Frank, who consequently scowled at him.
"Well, I guessed that, but what's it meant to be of?" Frank replied dumbly, twisting his hoodie sleeve around his arm. Ray shrugged and stared intensely at the painting, questioning it's meaning.
"Where's it even going?" Frank questioned further, moving closer to Ray.
"I think Gerard said something about it going in here, Mikey's room... yeah," Ray seemed lost in the painting, trying to work out it's meaning.
"I can't work out what it is, Ray!" Frank said childishly, raising his voice in a typical childish way.
Suddenly, Frank stopped and looked around Mikey's room.
"Ray," Frank managed to choke out in horror.
"What?" Ray said distantly, before turning around to Frank who looked as if he had seen a thousand terrible things.
"Where's all of Mikey's unicorn stuff," Frank whispered, looking around the (now bare) room.
Ray glanced around the room, and the look on his face got more and more worried as he took in all the unicorn-less sights.
A soft padding of feet coming up the stairs was heard, and Ray turned round suddenly and glanced at Mikey, who was now leaning on the doorframe.
"What happened to unicorns?" He asked in a serious tone.
Mikey somehow managed to make his deadpan stare, even more deadpan, and looked blankly at Ray.
"Dude, I'm thirty," he said simply, his voice monotone.
"Well. The world has gone to shit after all, not even Mikey likes unicorns anymore!" Frank shouted dramatically, throwing his arms in the air and walking away from the painting and out of the room.
"Coffee?" Ray asked, turning away from the painting.
"Please," Mikey said gratefully, rubbing his temples and walking downstairs.
After three cups of steaming coffee had been made, the three men were standing quietly in the silenced kitchen, waiting for Gerard to come back from wherever he was.
Suddenly, a tell-tale car engine stopping and a door lock clicking told them he was right outside.
They heard the heavy oak door open and subsequently slam, and they could all but imagine how he was strutting into the kitchen.
"Hey guys! Guess what I got for you-" Gerard had indeed, strutted into the kitchen, but had stopped at the sight of their mugs, and they could tell he was glaring at them from under his Ray-Ban sunglasses.
"I went to get you guys frickin' expensive coffee and you go ahead and drink shitty instant?" He said bluntly, scowling slightly at the kettle.
Sure enough, there was a cardboard holder stuffed with three cups of Starbuck's coffee in his hand, while he held another one cup in the other hand.
"Trust me, we needed it," Frank mumbled, sipping the hot, but shitty, coffee.
"What could you possibly need that stuff, for?" Gerard asked, his hip jutting out to the side slightly.
"Mikey doesn't love unicorns," Ray broke the news bluntly.
Gerard nearly dropped all four cups of coffee.
"But... what? What about that painting I have him?" Gerard spoke softly, placing the coffee cups to safety.
"Oh, that's what it's meant to be!" Frank smiled.
"Well yeah, what did you think it was? A polar bear?" Gerad asked, clearly annoyed.
Frank and Ray glanced at each other.
"Way shit," Frank said, and Ray nodded in agreement.
"I'm still here, guys," Mikey piped up, sitting up straight from his position behind the table.
"Oh well, of course," Gerard said quickly. "Its not like I forgot you were here or anything,"
Mikey raised an eyebrow and carried on drinking his coffee.
"So what's this about you and your unicorns, Mikes?" asked Gerard, casually making his way over to the table, and leaning on the top of a chair.
"I'm thirty, bro, I think I'm a little old for them now,"
Ray and Frank were looking on in interest, as the Way brother's heart-to-heart talks were a rare thing.
"What?" Gerard raised his voice a little, looking shocked. "Dude, you're THIRTY. Not even half a century! Who cares if you're too old, it's not like you should give a shit either way, and you still at least like them, right?" Gerard bit his lip and looked at Mikey, who now seemed to be having an inner battle in his head.
"I don't know," Mikey said quietly.
"It seems a little sad for a thirty-year-old man to still have a thing for unicorns,"
"So?" Frank chipped in brightly.
"Fans don't think it's weird at all,"
"And neither do we!" Ray finished, with a grin on his face.
Slowly a small smile crept it's way onto Mikey's face, and he stood up in silence, and walked towards the door. He gently picked up a cooled-down coffee cup and smiled at his brother, who half-smiled back.
"I have some things to do now," He said, turning towards his bandmates. "I'll be back in a while,"
When Mikey had gone, all three men breathed out and sighed.
"Y'know, for a minute there, I was dead worried," Gerard chuckled.
"He said he would be back in a while! HOW LONG IS A WHILE?" Frank shrieked, for the fourth time in ten hours. He was also bouncing wildly on the couch, much to the annoyance of Ray and Gerard.
"Give him some frickin' space, Frank," Gerard growled, massaging his temples roughly.
"You can go check his room, Frank. We'll wait here," Ray said calmly, hoping Frank would take a hint, and leave, before he annoyed Gerard and Ray to the point of no return.
Frank quickly jumped off rhe couch and sped over to and out the door, and jumping up the stairs at lightning speed.
As hyper as he was, something inside him told him to be quiet as he approached Mikey's room.
The door, had been re-fitted with the age-old unicorn sticker, and Frank grinned.
'He must have spent all this time puttting it all back up,' he thought.
Gently and quietly, he opened the door a little and there was an eerie light coming from inside.
Confused, Frank opened it fully, and the first thing he saw in there was Mikey.
Curled up on the bed with a unicorn plush toy, wearing his legendary unicorn hat.
He could see his coat, hanging over the chair, had the unicorn pin on it again.
But the bright light he saw was the television.
It was playing a documentary on unicorns, of course.
"Typical Mikey," said Ray, who had come up behind Frank.
"I'm just glad he likes that shit again,"