Oh Baby Let Me In

December 12th, 1999
Friday;late afternoon

Stupid fucking snow.

Or rather, stupid fucking people who won't shovel the stupid fucking snow.

Pardon my French.

And on top of all of that, I had the hiccups, and they wouldn't go away. I've tried the 'hold your breath' trick a couple times on the six block walk to Mikey's house, but neither time seemed to work.

I huffed and suddenly hiccupped as I shoved my hands into my navy blue jean jacket, pushing my duffle bag full of clothes further up onto my shoulder. Not your typical winter coat, but besides the continuous fall of the snow, it actually wasn't that cold out. And that was really saying something. I mean, I was usually always cold, no matter what the temperature was.

The snow crunched beneath my feet as I continued to walk in complete silence, the only noise being the snow under my feet and the occasional car that passed by on the road.

I raised my head, looking both ways before I crossed the street.

Nobody wants to get hit by a car, right?

I stepped up over the snow bank on the other side of the street, letting my lips curl into a smile as I noticed that Mikey's house was now only half of a block away. School only ended a few hours ago, which is where I see Mikey all day, but when were at each other's houses, I can actually talk to him.

I could feel another hiccup rising in my throat, and as I felt my body jerk forward and let it out of my body, feet seemed to slide right out from under me.

The hiccup seemed to almost get stuck in my throat, and the second my butt connected with the ground, I began to cough. Though my attack didn't last too long, and I quickly pushed myself up off of the cold, wet ground.

I swung my head in every direction, looking to see if anybody saw what had just happened, and let out a long breath when nobody was in sight.

My ass was now soaking wet along with my feet. This whole issue could have been avoided if people would have just been so kind as to remove the white, fluffy mess from there sidewalks. It then wouldn't have turned to ice, and I wouldn't have to happen to be the klutzy kid who slipped on it, but that just wasn't the case, and I would now have to suffer through the rest of the day with a sore, wet rear end.

I shoved my hands back into my pockets, sliding the strap of my bag up my shoulder, making sure to look down at the sidewalk as my feet moved, avoiding all sections of the walk that could possibly be hazardous.

Finally, the small, white one story house came into complete view, my dorky smile coming back to my face. My pace sped up as I made my way up to the front door, my pointer finger slamming into the doorbell directly above the mail slot.

I waited patiently for Mikey to come to the door, my fingers instinctively moving up to my mouth, pulling at my lip ring.

Yeah, my mom wasn't too happy when I came home one day with my face pierced, but there really wasn't anything she could do about it. Though I am eighteen now, I wasn't when I got this, and my nose done. Mikey had a relative that had a small shop in town, and when I mentioned that I had wanted to get a few piercings in the near future, I was soon sitting in his cousin's shop getting a needle shoved into my lip.

A small crash from the other side of the door brought me out of my thoughts, and the door was flung open.

"Hey Frank," Mikey grinned, leaning up against the door frame, pushing his square framed glasses further up his nose. He was breathing kind of hard, his arms crossed against his chest rising and falling with each one he took.

I smiled and nodded, following him into the house and closing the door behind me.

I wiped my wet vans on the rug next to the door before slipping them off. They needed to be aligned with the stripes on the rug before I would be satisfied enough to slip my coat off and hang it on the rack just above, which also needed to be straighted along with the others hanging along with it.

I absolutely hate when I do this.

I rolled my eyes, setting my bag next to my shoes and sighing before shuffling my feet down the hall to the living room. Rounding the corner, I raised my eyes to see Mikey, scurrying around the room cleaning and straightening things up.

For me.

See, this is why I love my best friend. I could be so damn annoying with my obsessive cleaning and constant urges to fix different things and no matter what, he always finds a way to help me out.

Mrs. Way new all about my problems, though she called them my 'obstacles'. She always says 'You do not have problems Frank. What you have are obstacles, something that you will eventually get through, and never have to look back at again.'

I loved her like a second mother, though I have never spoken to her. I know I trust her, but my head tells me differently.

I took a seat on the dark brown recliner, watching with a smile as Mikey fussed over me. He finally stopped running around the room long enough to throw himself into the depths of the couch, letting out along breath as he made eye contact with me.

"Why do you have that dorky look on your face?"

I grinned wider, shrugging my shoulders.

I knew his dad wasn't home; he was on a business trip down in Florida, but I didn't know if his mom was home or not. I would normally be okay with talking to him, but that was when we were sitting in his room, music up loud enough to block out everyone's ears from our conversations.

"Mom's not home Frank, its fine," he spoke, as if he was reading my mind.

My smile faltered a bit, though never left my face as I nodded once more. I believed him of course, I knew he wouldn't lie to me about something like this, but my head wasn't buying it. It wouldn't let the words come out of my mouth.

"Come on."

Mikey pushed himself off of the couch, making his way out of the room. He stopped and turned back to me, still sitting on the comfortable chair. He grinned. "You can come and see for yourself."

We walked through the entire house, checking every room until my head finally let itself and my mouth relax.

"Okay. I believe you."

He smiled wide as he heard me speak, something that only he and my own mother gets to hear. He led me back to the living room, passing the one door that I've never actually seen open. The basement door.

I knew Mikey had a brother. He was away at college for the time being, and has been for the last three months or so. Mikey talks about him all the time; how close they are and how much he misses him.

For how long I've actually known Mikey, I've never actually met his brother. We would always hang out at my house on weekends and stuff, and only go to his house on occasion, and I had never seen him any of the times we had actually been in the house at the same time.

I find it a bit weird actually.

I groaned as I entered the living room once more, earning a raised eyebrow from Mikey, who sat on the couch, legs set up on the coffee table. The television was on, currently flashing commercials about a random car dealership I have never heard of.

"What?"

I threw myself down next to him, my hand reaching to the back of my thigh, pulling at the fabric. "My ass is wet."

"Sounds like a personal problem to me," he laughed, scooting away from me.

I rolled my eyes, slouching down and putting my feet up also. "Shut up and give some of your pants."

Mikey continued to laugh, though it was a bit harder now, dropping the remote onto the couch. "You're a strange one, you know that?"

I shrugged, turning my attention to the small television set next to the window. His laughing died down as we became engrossed in the current episode of Tom and Jerry.

As the stupid cat got tricked by the mouse once again, something finally clicked in my head. "Oh shit!"

Mikey sat up, startled. "What?!"

I grinned, kicking my legs frantically in the air. "My hiccups are gone!"

Mikey started at me, a 'are you fucking serious' look across his face. I continued to smile, staring right back at him before he suddenly launched himself at me. "You fucking scared me you asshole!"

I squealed as I lay flat on my back, Mikey now sitting on my stomach, his hand pounding into my chest playfully.

"Michael James, get off of Frank and watch your damn language."

I stopped laughing as I titled my head back a bit further, getting a full, upside down view of Mikey's mom standing in the doorway of the kitchen and living room, carrying bags of groceries.

"I wouldn't want you call you a hypocrite Mom, but I think you brought that on yourself," Mikey laughed, lifting himself off of me, but making sure to put all of his weight on my gut before doing so, causing me to let out a 'oof'.

Mrs. Way rolled her eyes; a smile plastered on her face before disappearing into the kitchen, her high heals clicking along the tile floor. "Quit being a smartass and go get the rest of the groceries from the car. Frank, if you could help, thank you," she raised her voice, making sure we heard her.

I nodded up at Mikey, getting up off the couch and following him out of the room. "Yeah yeah. We got it."

We made our way to the front door, slipping on our shoes, but rejecting our coats. Mikey swung open the door, similar to how he did it when he answered it earlier, and I followed behind him.

But he never made his way out of the house; I knew because I slammed right into him. I moved my gaze from my feet to where he was looking, and finally figured out why he had stopped.

"Gerard?!"

My ears rung as Mikey screeched, launching himself into the arms of the guy standing on the other side of the doorway.

The infamous Gerard Way.