Get Your Finger on the Trigger

Frank’s POV
When we got to the down where Mikey had been tracked to, myself and Ray suddenly felt at a loss. As much as this was a small town, where would we start looking? He could be anywhere… We walked into the internet café that Mikey had been at and bought two coffees, sitting down and looking around while drinking them. The place was pretty nice, a long counter covered in tempting cupcakes and muffins, big brown sofas and little coffee tables and the lad behind the till was fit…Looking at him, however good looking he was, he didn’t hold a match to Gee. I sighed into my coffee, missing him even after just leaving him a few hours ago. Ray patted my back, obvuously thinking I was worried about Mikey which wasn’t the case. Mikey was a big boy now, he’d probably be fine, but we still had to check up on him. A little bell rang in the doorway, signalling someone had came in, I looked up absent mindedly to see a tall, skinny boy coming into the café and sitting in the corner, chewing on the sleeve of his damp hoody. His hair was greasy and in knots, as if he hadnt showered for weeks, and his clothes were covered in filth. He was underweight but when I looked up at those eyes; I just knew it was Mikey. I got up, kicking my chair over but not caring enough to prop it back up and walked over to Mikey who was staring at me with a look of ‘oh shit’ in his eyes. I threw my arms around him before he could run and clung to him, scared he’d vanish. He started crying then and I joined him. Ray was hurrying over but I still clung to Mikey, convinced I was dreaming. Once I was over it I slapped him angrily and pouted.
“What was that for?!” He yelped, rubbing his, now red, cheek. I grumbled and stated I’d missed him, before hugging him again.Ray walked off to buy him lunch and I sat down next to him.
“Why didn’t you come back?” I asked, still upset.
“You guys don’t need me; Gerards better without me and you know that. I know he’s talking again so don’t lie. He’s better, and it’s because I’m gone.” Mikey whimpered in a huhed voice. My heart broke that he thought that; Gerard was talking because he felt like burden and that Mikey would come back if he did talk… It was twisted! I explained the situation but he rolled his eyes refusing to believe me, so I gave up and asked for his adress. His chewed his lip and it seemed that statement had hit a nerve.
“You have a home right?!” I asked angrily, raising my voice. He continued to stare at his feet. I turned to the counter.
“RAY! GET THE FUCK OVER HERE.”