Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Stuck in the Middle With You

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by thatcrazedfan 1 review

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Angst,Drama,Romance - Characters: Frank Iero,Gerard Way,Mikey Way - Warnings: [V] [R] - Published: 2012-08-30 - Updated: 2012-09-01 - 1064 words - Complete

2Exciting
Tuesday
Frank

"Fag." I didn't even see the person who uttered the word until he was running into me, causing my books to fly out of my arms. As I knelt down to pick up my school books, I could hear laughter coming from behind me. I was utterly disgusted by the filth that populated this school. Everyday something like this happened. Ever since the whole school population found out about my sexuality, they had to constantly mess with me. They treated me like I wasn't even a person, like I was just a piece of dirt.

I felt a hand on my shoulder as someone knelt down beside me. "Again?" I heard Mikey's voice, "This is like the fourth time this week. And it's only Tuesday." Mikey helped me gather up the rest of my stuff before we both stood up.

"I can't wait to graduate and get as far away from this place as possible." We walked to my locker and after I opened it, I shoved all my books inside. Now that my hands were free, Mikey took one of my hands in his. I looked up at him and sighed, "I don't know how much more of this I can take."

Mikey nodded, kissing my hand, "Before we know it, we'll be high school graduates and we won't have to worry about any of these people ever again." He smiled, leading me outside. Behind us, I could hear people snickering at us. "We'll move far away, and it will be just the two of us. Forever and ever."

I couldn't help but smile up at the love of my life. Mikey was constantly talking about our future together. We had been friends for as long as I could remember, and he had trusted me enough to tell me he was gay. I never treated him any differently, because he was my best friend. As time went by I realized that I myself was very attracted to him. I wanted for us to be more than friends. So, when we were both sophomores, I told him I was gay. Not a second after I told him, he kissed me. Ever since then we had been together.

When we finally reached his car, he opened the passenger side door for me. After I was in, he closed the door for me before running around to the driver's side. It was the little things that made me fall in love with him. He was such a gentleman. I watched as he slid into the car. He smiled at me, kissing me softly before starting his car and pulling out of the parking lot.

Before I knew it he had pulled into my driveway. My mom's car was missing, and I assumed she was still at work. He looked at me, "Are we still on for dinner tonight?"

I nodded, opening the car door. "Seven, right?" He just nodded. "We'll be there." I climbed out of the car and ran up the stairs of the front porch. I turned around just in time to see Mikey blow me a kiss. I smiled and watched him as he pulled out of the driveway. Once I couldn't see his car anymore I headed inside. I walked through the living room and down the hallway, and upstairs to my bedroom. Throwing my book bag on the bed, I couldn't help but smile. I loved going over to Mikey's for dinner. His mom was such a good cook.

I kicked my shoes off before heading back downstairs and into the living room. On the coffee table, I noticed a piece of paper. I picked it up, reading it. It was from my mom saying that she was going to be running a little late, but she should be home in time for dinner. I crumpled up the note, and tossed it in the trash. My mom was a counselor at a local clinic. Mainly she specialized in teenagers. My mom and I were really close, mainly because she already listened to teenagers all day.

Besides, it had basically been just me and my mom for as long as I could remember. My dad was an abusive alcoholic. Finally my mom up and divorced him, getting out of the hell we were in, and we managed to turn our life around. So, it was just me and her. Well, I had Mikey too, but I still felt like it was just my mom and I.

Not knowing what exactly to do with myself until my mom got home from work, I turned on the television. There was some weird show about alien theories. Too lazy to change the channel, I decided to watch it.

By the time my mom got home at four thirty, I was a believer in aliens. The show had some valid points about the existence of aliens that I had never taken into consideration before. "Mom, I'm pretty sure our neighbor is an alien."

She laughed, sitting down beside me, "Why do you say that?"

I turned to face her, "He barely ever leaves his house, and he spends a lot of time in his basement." I paused, "I'm pretty sure he's hiding his alien spaceship down there. He's probably working on it right now, trying to get it to function so he can go back to his home planet."

She just shook her head. "I think you've been watching too much television." She grabbed the remote and turned the TV off.

I shrugged, "Maybe so, but it's still something to think about."

"Sometimes, I worry about your sanity." She ruffled my hair before standing up and disappearing into the kitchen.

"I wouldn't worry too much. My sanity has been gone for a long time." I called.

A few seconds later, she came back into the living room with a glass of orange juice. "As has mine," she laughed.

I just shook my head. My mom and I could talk about the weirdest things. A few weeks ago we had a very serious conversation about zombies. She was dead set against the idea of them, but I begged to differ. A zombie apocalypse was inevitable, and one day while she was being attacked by zombies I would laugh. And then I would save her. I could never let anything hurt my mom, not even zombies.
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