Troubles
Hall
I get off the bus and smile. I found a 10 dollar bill this morning, and not only did I have the money for a bus ticket to Belleville; I will also have money for lunch, for a bus ticket back to Newark and for a private session with my favorite girl in the whole wide world.
I can't fucking wait!
My smile stays on my face; right until I see an empty table in the middle of the hall. Every Monday morning, Gerard usually sits at that table trying to collect money for his cause of the week, but he's not here.
I frown at the empty space and continue down the hall to my locker where I find Mikey waiting.
“Hi,” he says happily and waves, even though I'm five feet away from him.
“Hi,” I say back, and my smile is back on my lips. Until I remember why it left, that is.
“Where's Gerard?” I ask before I toss my biology book into my locker and pick up the one for philosophy.
“He's sick. He hurled blood this morning.”
I slam my locker shut and gape at Mikey.
“You should've seen it. Looked awesome!” he says enthusiastically while I just stare at him in horror. My stomach twists at the image of Gerard spewing blood.
“Is he okay?”
Mikey shrugs.
“Mom called 911, but they said that as long as he was conscious, he should be alright. If he gets worse, they should bring him to the hospital, but for now he just needs rest.” Mikey honestly couldn't sound more bored. How can he be so careless about it? His brother fucking threw up blood! Blood! That's not normal!
I feel kinda nauseous.
“Mom is staying home with him and has made an appointment for the doc, but he'll be fine. He's eating and drinking and walking around, so no worries.”
“No worries?” I ask in disbelief.
“Yeah,” Mikey shrugs and turns to walk towards class. I stare at his back in utter confusion, before I run after him and grab him by his sleeve.
“Mikey!”
He turns around.
“How can you just shrug? Your brother is seriously sick.”
Mikey rolls his eyes.
“He'll be fine.”
“He threw up blood!” I quickly yell. I'm sure I've attracted a lot of attention by now, so I bless the bell for ringing right after, making everyone rush to class.
Suddenly, Mikey looks pissed.
“Yes. He did,” he snarls at me. I frown, completely confused.
“And he might be just fine, and if he isn't, then that's bad. But for now, he's alive. So just leave it.”
He makes a sudden movement that makes me lose my grip on his sleeve, before he quickly escapes down the hall, leaving me feeling like a total idiot.
Of course he acts like he doesn't care. He doesn't want his brother to be sick. He doesn't even wanna think about the possibility.
Neither do I.
Fuck, I'm stupid.
I turn and walk to class.
I can't fucking wait!
My smile stays on my face; right until I see an empty table in the middle of the hall. Every Monday morning, Gerard usually sits at that table trying to collect money for his cause of the week, but he's not here.
I frown at the empty space and continue down the hall to my locker where I find Mikey waiting.
“Hi,” he says happily and waves, even though I'm five feet away from him.
“Hi,” I say back, and my smile is back on my lips. Until I remember why it left, that is.
“Where's Gerard?” I ask before I toss my biology book into my locker and pick up the one for philosophy.
“He's sick. He hurled blood this morning.”
I slam my locker shut and gape at Mikey.
“You should've seen it. Looked awesome!” he says enthusiastically while I just stare at him in horror. My stomach twists at the image of Gerard spewing blood.
“Is he okay?”
Mikey shrugs.
“Mom called 911, but they said that as long as he was conscious, he should be alright. If he gets worse, they should bring him to the hospital, but for now he just needs rest.” Mikey honestly couldn't sound more bored. How can he be so careless about it? His brother fucking threw up blood! Blood! That's not normal!
I feel kinda nauseous.
“Mom is staying home with him and has made an appointment for the doc, but he'll be fine. He's eating and drinking and walking around, so no worries.”
“No worries?” I ask in disbelief.
“Yeah,” Mikey shrugs and turns to walk towards class. I stare at his back in utter confusion, before I run after him and grab him by his sleeve.
“Mikey!”
He turns around.
“How can you just shrug? Your brother is seriously sick.”
Mikey rolls his eyes.
“He'll be fine.”
“He threw up blood!” I quickly yell. I'm sure I've attracted a lot of attention by now, so I bless the bell for ringing right after, making everyone rush to class.
Suddenly, Mikey looks pissed.
“Yes. He did,” he snarls at me. I frown, completely confused.
“And he might be just fine, and if he isn't, then that's bad. But for now, he's alive. So just leave it.”
He makes a sudden movement that makes me lose my grip on his sleeve, before he quickly escapes down the hall, leaving me feeling like a total idiot.
Of course he acts like he doesn't care. He doesn't want his brother to be sick. He doesn't even wanna think about the possibility.
Neither do I.
Fuck, I'm stupid.
I turn and walk to class.
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There's ALWAYS a reason to update!!Right now, I'm totally giddy. My stomach is tickling and I've got a huge smile on my face. Conclusion: I'm in love!!
With my keyboard.
No joke: I LOVE THIS THING!!! I've already asked it to marry me. Still waiting for an answer...