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I don’t know how long I was in the bathroom for, but it was defiantly more than an hour…I took a nice long bath and then I washed my dress and hung it up to dry. It was real thin material so it would definitely be dry by morning… I put on my bra and underwear and wrapped the hotels cheesy bathrobe around me… I figured I’d sleep like that. I mean Mikey was gonna freak but whatever… I mean he can give me his fucking shirt if it bothers him…

Fuck. I should've taken some clothes from their house… I mean borrowed a t-shirt or something! Damn it Elle, you're so fucking stupid… You never plan ahead… And fuck we can’t go back now-not with Gerard there… Shit, I wonder what Donna told him about Mikey staying… I wonder if he's even gonna show up now, I mean maybe if he thinks I'm ‘safe’ with Mikey he wont come at all… Unless he already came… Maybe, he's already here…

I cracked the bathroom door open a little letting some of the steam escape and strained to listen for voices, but I couldn’t hear any. I mean it was so fucking quiet in the room except for the TV being on super loud. It sounded like Mikey was watching some horror flick, but I don’t know…I really wasn’t in the mood to go sit on the bed with him and watch it. I figured I’d hide out in the bathroom a while longer. Just until maybe Bob shows up… I figure he hasn’t come by yet either cause I hadn’t heard a peep out of Mikey since I came into the bathroom and I did tell him to let me know when he gets here…

I sighed a little to myself as I stood in front of the mirror; combing my wet hair slowly…I guess I got lost in my thoughts again cause the next thing I know, it was practically dry which sucked cause I had nothing left to do to distract me anymore…

I mean I took a bath, I washed my dress, my truck was miraculously fixed, I was all set to go to school tomorrow and get my box of photos from Mr. Samuel and I yet still felt like shit... I was still so worried about Gerard and Bob… They were such good friends. I couldn’t imagine what could possibly come between them.

I guess that’s why Bob never wanted to get involved when it came to me and Gerard. It only causes trouble… And normally he doesn’t say crap when we argue; he's always taken this neutral stance…like Switzerland…

I tried to shake the thoughts from my mind, but the only other thing I could think of was my tires and who could’ve fixed them…and why… The best-case scenario I could come up with was that it was some random stranger. You know a rouge good samaritan… I mean I knew it was highly unlikely, but all the other scenarios made me sick to my stomach…

There's no way it was Will… I mean first of all he doesn’t have a bunch of tattoos. All though I suppose that he could’ve gotten some since the last time I saw him… But his eyes defiantly aren’t blue… Unless he was wearing blue contacts! -Like a disguise! Damn, I never thought of that…Aw fuck! I gotta run that by Mikey…

I mean I doubt bow-bow was the only thing in that box he stole from me… Which brings me to my next headache… why the fuck did that Samantha Hunter lady have my teddy bear? And why the hell would she send it to me… I mean now. After all these years… I mean maybe there was some kinda note in the box explaining it… I should really track down Will and ask him, fuck asking him! I’ll hunt him down and force it out of him…’HA!’ I laughed to myself… Gerard would be thrilled… Me, stalking Will…

But I think I'm gonna have to… I mean that’s the only way to find out what else was in the box with my bear and I can’t ask Miss Hunter… She dead…and that’s another fucking thing that’s eating at me…who the hell killed her! …I mean it could just be totally unrelated. The city is a dangerous place. All sorts of creeps and weirdoes lurking about… And then it hits me…

Oh. My. God… … Will…

what if Will…?

I mean her name was on the top of the fucking box … What if Will didn’t like what was inside? What if he went to confront her about whatever it was she sent me and… oh my god! I suddenly felt sick to my stomach… I mean sicker then I ever felt…

“MIKEY!” I cry out running out of the bathroom in panic…I just had to tell him. I only took like two steps in the room and stopped short. I mean I totally froze up… The room was completely trashed…and Mikey…

Mikey was just lying there lifelessly on the floor…not moving…

“Oh my god Mikey!” I cried out rushing across the room and kneeling over him. He was kinda lying on his side near the foot of the bed not moving. I kinda rolled him over and nudged him a little as I looked him over. He didn’t appear to be hurt…

“Mikey are you all right?!” I ask him shaking him slightly and he groaned a little annoyed. It took me a second to piece together what had happened… Fucking Mikey man! I mean I did tell him to ‘go crazy’ but I didn’t mean to raid the mini bar! He wasn’t hurt or anything… He was drunk. Drunk off his ass…

“Huh?” Is all he says to me, as I stood up a little disgusted with him.

“Damn Mikey, what the fuck did you do?” I ask him looking around the room. What a fucking mess he made! Wrappers all over the floor… I swear he must've eaten every single thing that was in that fridge. Peanuts, pretzels, yogurt, crackers, juice, soda if it was in there, he ate it…

And there were a good, fucking half a dozen little liquor bottles too , which were now all empty and scattered around the room. And everyone knows Mikey can’t hold his liquor. I mean he fucking puked in Chrissys purse on New Years! He better not puke on me! He kinda grumbled something totally inaudible as I helped him up off the floor and into the bed. I mean for such a scrawny guy he sure weighed a fucking ton… It was unreal.

I had tucked poor Mikey into bed and was just barely finished cleaning up the mess he made when the phone rang startling me… I glanced over at clock it wasn’t even that late. Almost midnight…

I hesitated in answering it… I mean maybe it was a wrong number…No one really knew I was here… Unless it was the front desk... Maybe they somehow know what happened? I mean I'm not suppose to be drinking the shit in the fridge. I'm only 18, not 21… and Mikey's even younger… Is there someway they could possibly know any of this?

I hesitantly picked up the phone. I mean I figured even if it was the front desk and I was in trouble its best to just get it all over with now… But it wasn’t the front desk… It was Bob. And judging by the noise in the background he was still at the club with Lia…

“Did I wake you honey?” He asks and I had to pull the phone closer to my ear to strain to hear him with all the background noise.

“Mmm no.” I tell him trying to keep my voice down so as not to wake up Mikey. But that was a little ridiculous. I mean I don’t think a herd of elephants could’ve woken up Mikey. He was passed the fuck out now, sprawled out on the bed, full dressed still… Hmm maybe I should take off his shoes for him?

“No?” Bob repeats back… I guess he couldn’t really hear.

“Yeah.” I say louder as I reach over and start unlacing Mikey's boots.

“Aw I'm sorry.” Bob says and I make a face at the phone.

“For what?” I ask.

“For waking you.” He tells me and I frown.

“You didn’t wake me.” I tell him and kinda laughed.

“You just said I did.” He says and I shake my head a little.

“No I didn’t.” I insist and he laughs again.

“Well what are you doing then?” He asks as I toss one of Mikey's boots onto the floor.

“I'm taking off Mikey's boots.” I tell him leaning the phone on my shoulder as I started unlacing his other boot.

“Why are you wearing Mikey's boots?” Bob asks and I make a face again. What the fuck is he talking about?

“I'm not.” I tell him as I pull Mikey's other boot off of him and toss it onto the floor too.

“Well yeah, now you're not cause you said you took them off.” Bob laughs and I look at the phone like maybe he's talking to someone else so I don’t say anything... “Elle?” Bob says and now I'm really confused. I guess he was talking to me…

“I wasn’t wearing his boots.” I tell Bob and now I think he's more confused then I am.

“So Mikey's wearing his own boots?” Bob says and I shake my head no.

“No.” I tell him.

“Then who’s wearing them?” He asks and I laugh.

“Nobody Bob, they're on the floor.” I tell him and he laughs too but more like a frustrated laugh.

“Well how did they get there Elle?” He asks and I rub my head a little. This whole conversation is giving me a headache…

“How they’d get on the floor? Well, I put them there when I took them off.” I tell him and he laughed… It sounded like someone was talking in the background… it actually kinda sounded like Brian… “Is that Brian?” I ask.

“Uh yeah, he says hi.” Bob tells me and I kinda frown. So what like he and Brian are friends now? What about him and Gerard? I still don’t know what happened with that, but I didn’t like the way he left before dinner like that. It gave me a real bad feeling… ”So uh, If Mikey's boots are there does that mean Mikey's there too?” He asks a lowering his voice a little.

“Uh yeah.” I tell Bob and he doesn’t say anything…”But he's sleeping so I kinda took them off him…” I stammered a little. I didn’t want to talk about Mikey or his fucking boots... “I just really wanna know what time are you gonna get here Bob?” I ask he didn’t say anything for a second…”I mean are you coming soon, cause I really need you.” I tell him softly.

“Is Gerard there?” He asks and I sigh a little.

“No. I haven’t spoken to Gerard since before, I don’t even know if he's gonna fucking come by since Mikey's here.” I tell him and he didn’t say anything. “You know he fucking tried to get his mom to get me to stay at their house.” I say and he still doesn’t say anything back, he just kinda laughed. ”Come on now Bobby, you promised me you’d come and I'm waiting.” I whine into the phone.

“That’s uh, kinda why I'm calling Elle.” He says and I pout. He wasn’t gonna come… I could tell…

“You're just checking on me.” I tell him and I guess he could hear the poutiness in my voice.

“Elle, don’t be like that, if Mikey's there, then you're fine…” He says and I frown. Mikey's passed out drunk, so its like I am alone... And I'm not fine. I'm too worried about too many things…

“But I really have to talk to you.” I whine to him and he shifted the phone a little.

“About what?” He says and I sigh.

“You know about what -did you and Gerard kiss and make up?” I say and he laughs.

“We’re not gonna kiss again Elle, I told you that already.” He tells me and I laugh too.

“You know what I mean Bob.” I tell him and he sighs.

“Look Elle, I'm on a pay phone okay? We’ll talk about this later.” He says and I feel my eyes tearing up. That wasn’t a yes… but it wasn’t a no either…

“Later when you come by?” I ask him and he paused again.

“I really can’t.” He says and I roll my eyes at him.

“You don’t want to?” I pout.

“Aw fuck.” He grumbles. “I do want to Elle,. Trust me I do, but I can’t..” He tells me and I frown. What the fuck does that mean? “Look I can come by in the morning before school and get your tires fixed for you, if you want.” He says and I laugh a little.

“So you didn’t fix them?” I tell him looking over at Mikey in the bed. I knew it wasn’t Bob who fixed them… I guess Bob thought I couldn’t hear him though…

“No I said I could come in the morning to fix em Elle.” He repeats a little loudly and I shook my head no.

“You don’t have to Bob, they're already fixed.” I tell him suddenly feeling nauseous… I mean I should've been glad my tires were fixed. But I wasn’t… I had the same sick feeling as before, kinda like I felt when I saw that some one brought in my garbage pails, or fixed the broken lock… Fuck. It had Will written all over it…

“You fixed them?” Bob says a little surprised.

“No.” I reply plainly.

“So Gerard-“ He tries to say and I laughed.

“Um no.” I interrupt.

“Then who?” He asks and I sighed a little.

“You wanna know? You really care? Then come over and I’ll tell you, you know what room I'm in.” I said quickly as I hung up.

It was kinda mean… and sneaky. But I figured it was the only way to get him over here… I could practically see him rolling his eyes at me as I hung up. I mean he hates games like that almost as much as I do, but whatever…

And the odds were pretty split if he was gonna show up or not…Gerard's odds too… I mean I know Donna must've told him that my tires were magically fixed…And I know he's automatically gonna think Will too…But he thinks Mikey's here and he’s gonna ‘protect’ me… He's got no clue that Mikey is fucking passed out… God forbid something was to happen. I’d have to protect Mikey!

I flicked off the TV and climbed up on to bed… It was a good thing Mikey was pretty much unconscious cause he never would’ve agreed to sleep next to me being only in my underwear and all. But it was all I had. I figured in the morning I’d bring Mikey to school and then go back to the house and see if there was anything at all that I could salvage… I found myself drifting off to sleep, getting lost in my depressing thoughts… I just don’t understand how life can be so unfair sometimes… I was just starting to get all my shit together too…
I was almost asleep when there was a sharp knock on the door startling me and I jumped up out of bed… I didn’t even look through the peephole. I just swung the door open and collapsed into his arms when I saw who it was.

“You came.” I said wrapping my arms around his waist and squeezing him as tightly as I could…

“Of course I came…why wouldn’t I honey.”