Mikey shook his head, staring at me from across the room, “When I didn’t see you after school, I thought something had happened to you. You could have at least told me you were leaving.”
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I knew Mikey was just worried because he cared about me, but I didn’t want to talk about it anymore. It was over, and I just wanted to forget about it and move on. “Mikey, I said I was sorry. Can we please just move on?”
He closed the distance between us in only a few steps. He pulled me to him and just held me tightly, “Yeah. I’m sorry. It’s just... I worry about you.”
I nodded, looking into his eyes, “I know you do. That’s why I love you so much.”
He smiled before leaning down and kissing me long and hard. There was so much passion and love behind his kiss, I never wanted it to end.
He broke the kiss and grabbed my hands, “I love you too, Frankie.” After a few minutes of us just standing there, he spoke again. “Now, why don’t we go out and do something to get our mind off this.”
I pressed my body closer to his, “What exactly did you have in mind?”
Leaning down and kissing my forehead, he smiled, “Gerard told me that one of his friends was having a party tonight. I thought maybe we could go. What do you think?”
I just stood there, dumbfounded. I had never imagined Mikey as the type of guy who liked to get out and party much, and I knew I definitely was not that kind of person. I hated being around anything resembling parties. Plus, if it was Gerard’s friend’s party, that would mean drinking. I felt like I was going to throw up. My dad was abusive and alcoholic. The whole thing just brings up too many bad memories.
When I didn’t say anything Mikey frowned, “We don’t have to go. We can just stay here and hang out just the two of us.”
I shook my head, “Nah, we can go.” If Mikey really wanted to go to this party, I guess I could deal with it. Besides, how bad could one party be?
We had only been at the party for thirty minutes, and I had already thrown up twice. Everywhere I looked people were getting drunk or high. It was disgusting. I couldn’t believe Mikey wanted to come here and hang out with these people. People were getting out of control, and it had me worried. If something bad happened...
As more and more people started showing up, the house got more and more crowded. Everywhere I went there were people. I couldn’t get away from it. It was becoming harder to breathe and I just wanted to get out of there.
By that point, I had lost Mikey. He was somewhere in the house. After what happened earlier at school, I decided I should tell him that I was going to head outside. I couldn’t be around all of these people anymore.
Somehow, I managed to make my way from the living room to the kitchen. The kitchen was much less compacted than the rest of the house, and I could breathe a little easier. That was, until I saw that everyone was drinking. I felt like I was going to throw up again.
Across the room, I saw Mikey talking to some guys from the school. I walked over to him and tapped him on the shoulder to get him to turn around. When he faced me, it took all I had not to yell. He was holding a cup in his hand, half-filled with beer. I couldn’t believe him. He knew how much I didn’t like people drinking, yet there he was, drinking. I opened my mouth, planning on yelling at him, but I decided it wasn’t worth the fight. We would get into it later.
Instead, I just turned around and walked out of the kitchen. I literally pushed my way through the living room to the front door. When I finally got outside, I took a deep breath and just enjoyed the air. I had never been more thankful for fresh air in my whole life. I didn’t feel like I was going to suffocate anymore.
I looked around the yard and smiled. No one else was outside. I was finally alone, so I headed around to the backyard and sat down on a bench. I had no idea how long Mikey would stay, or if he would just end up passing out on the floor and forgetting about me. I would wait until midnight, and if he still hadn’t come out I would just walk home.
I closed my eyes and took another deep breath. It was a beautiful night. The weather was perfect. This was the type of weather I wouldn’t mind having all year long. I felt a hand on my shoulder, breaking me out of my thoughts. I turned around, half expecting Mikey. Needless to say, I wasn’t all that surprised when it wasn’t him. I was surprised that it was Gerard. I figured he would be inside getting drunk with all his friends.
He just smiled and sat down beside me. “It’s too nice a night to be inside with all those people.”
I just nodded, not thinking of anything to say. Beside me, I heard him take in a deep breath. “It smells like summer already. Isn’t it great?”
I nodded again, smiling. He was right, it did smell like summer. I couldn’t wait for summer to be here already. Summer meant so many things to me right now. It meant getting away from all the kids at school who pick on me. It meant spending the rest of my life with Mikey. It meant happiness.
Gerard laughed, turning to face me. “You’re awfully quiet over there. Do you want me to leave?”
I shook my head, “No, you’re fine. I’m just not very talkative tonight.”
He smiled, looking up at the night sky. I couldn’t help but notice how amazing he looked in the moonlight. The way the light hit his jet black hair... it almost looked blue. I could even see the individual green flecks in his hazel eyes. At this moment, he looked nothing like Mikey. It was hard to believe they were even related.
All of a sudden, he turned to face me again and caught me staring at him. He smirked, “Didn’t your mom teach you it’s not polite to stare?”
I couldn’t help but laugh, “If she did I must not have been paying attention.” I couldn’t believe what I was saying. It sounded like I was flirting with him. I loved Mikey, I was marrying Mikey. I shouldn’t be flirting with anyone, especially his brother.
He just shook his head, “Where’s Mikey?” He asked, suddenly serious. I was glad for the change of topic. If we continued on the way we were going, who knows where it would have ended up.
I shrugged, “Inside, getting drunk.” I crossed my arms. I was still in shock that Mikey was inside drinking, of all things. He knew how much I hated alcohol. Of course, he didn’t know why. No one did, but that still doesn’t give him an excuse to get drunk. Maybe I was just worried about him turning into my dad. I really just didn’t want to think about it.
Gerard raised his eyebrows and leaned back on the bench. “And you’re obviously upset with this.”
I sighed, “I just have this thing against alcohol.” This thing being my dad, and what alcohol did to him. I sighed, bringing my feet up and sitting on them. I turned so that my back was pressed against the side of the bench. “And Mikey knows! I just can’t believe it!”
Gerard just nodded, “I’ve never imagined Mikey as the partying type, to be honest. I can’t believe he came here tonight.” He paused, turning to look at the sky again. “Me on the other hand, I love parties. I just don’t like drinking. Me drinking is not a pretty sight.” He shook his head, and looked at me. I could tell that he was thinking about saying more, but he kept quiet.
I just let out a breath and looked up at the beautiful night sky. I would worry about Mikey later. Right now I just wanted to enjoy this amazing night.
A//N: I just want to thank everyone for your patience. My laptop is not working, nor has it worked for almost a year now. So, I can't get on the computer as much. That will not stop me from updating though. And I want to thank you for reading :) I appreciate it.