Nineteen

Today was Wednesday and I was still thinking about Frank. All night I have been walking around the house thinking about him. I even sat in my closet wondering if I needed to come out of it. I sat in there for two hours just thinking about Frank. I ignored my ringing phone and the mail being dropped through the door slot. I ignored it all and just sat on the couch and watched the black screen of the TV.

"Gerard! Open the door!" I heard bangs on the door. I ignored it. "Gerard!" I didn't move. I just closed my eyes and sighed. It was Mikey. I heard the door unlock and it open. He had my spare key. "Gee, I have been calling but you didn't pick up." he closed the door and slipped off his shoes. "What's going on? Your manager at work called me to ask where you were!"

"Nothing." I mumbled. My mouth felt dry.

"Then why are you just sitting there? What the hell is going on?" he walked over and sat beside me.

"Nothing." I repeated.

"Tell me Gerard."

"I... called Frank a fag and a bunch of horrible names and now he hates me." I began to cry. Mikey slowly embraced me in a hug and I ended up laying down so my head was in his lap. He pet my hair as I sobbed.

"Why did you do that?" he asked. I know he hated Frank but he could see how upset I was about this.

"It was about- who was kissing who and... how I took off... and left him passed out there." I choked.

"But you didn't-"

"I know!" I hit the couch with my hand. My brother said nothing for a while and let me cry and wet his pants with my tears. "Listen, I gotta go but I'm sure everything is going to be fine." he stood up and abandoned me on the couch.

"But-"

"Bye Gee." and with that he was gone.