Mikey's POV
"Err... Gee," I called out. I had been trying to stack these boxes for ages. It was like a mini Eiffel-Tower growing from the table. It didn't look safe. If anything happened to the ornaments inside the boxes, Gerard would kill me. I stacked a few more until they began to wobble. I shrugged off the worry and continued to stack the boxes higher. I could feel the mini tower start to collapse beneath my hands. "Gee, help! Ray! Frankie! Anybody?" I steadied the boxes carefully, only to turn around and hear the sound of shattering glass. I cringed at the sound. Gerard's going to kill me. I heard someone's feet clash with the floor. Speak of the devil... I rubbed my forehead, trying to think of an excuse. My brother stepped closer to the destruction I had caused. He removed some of the boxes, showing a jungle of shattered ornaments.
"Mikey," my older brother glared at me. "I told you to get Frank." Gerard sighed and pushed some hair behind his ear. I mumbled something, hoping he wouldn't hear. "What was that, Mikey?" I felt the soft look from Gerard lay onto my face. I turned to him and I smiled. He shook his head, "Mikey, what am I going to decorate this house with now?" He looked really disappointed. I hated when he did this, trying to make me feel bad. Gerard abruptly burst into laughter. I was really, really confused. He felt my stare and stopped. "Okay... I'll just go get a dustpan or something. Clear your mess up," my brother said as he walked past me, lightly smacking the back of my head. Wow, Gerard's acting weird today...
Frank's POV
I passed more boxes from the back of the truck to Ray, who was putting the boxes into the house. "Y'know," I stopped lifting boxes and looked to Ray, who looked back. "I think Gee's worried about Mikey." I lifted up another box, walking towards Ray. "Do you remember Mikey's ex?" Gerard came rushing out of the house. I nearly dropped the box I was holding when he stormed into me.
"No, no, no!" Gee grabbed the box. "No more breakages today please," he grinned that cheesy smile of his and patted my head. Okay... He removed his hand and turned towards Ray. "Is there a dustpan around here anywhere?"
"Hey, Gee?" The vocalist turned around and nodded. "You okay, dude?" His stare looked into my eyes. Gerard nodded his head towards the house, letting me know it was because of Mikey. "Okay, man," I smiled to him and passed over the dustpan, pulling him into a tight hug. "He'll be okay. He'll get over it."
"I suppose so," he wore his smile on his face as he pulled out of the hug. "I hope so."
Mikey's POV
As Gerard patted Frank's head, I lightly chuckled to myself. I watched as the two men hug each other, rather tightly and rubbing each other's backs. Those two have such a big bromance its unreal! Oh my word. I worry... Oh well. I carried more boxes into the living room. I was careful to NOT drop anymore. I placed the last box down. I broke down. I took deep breaths, putting my fingers through my hair, keeping it out of my face. I crouched down to the floor, taking a tattered photograph out of my jeans pocket. She made me feel better. That beautiful smile she always wore. The way her curly hair lay on her shoulders. She was perfect, no, more than perfect. If anyone asked to describe her in one word, I couldn't. I missed her so much. Tears ran down my face. I stared down at the photograph. She was sitting on the beach. I had an arm around her and she was holding a small dog. Man, in that photo I looked happy. I remember that day, just like it was yesterday. Someone wrapped their arms around me, "Gerard... I.."
"Shh... Mike, its okay. I'm here." I shook my head and pushed my brother away. It was anything but okay. I left him on the floor, shrugging my coat onto my shoulders and running out.
Gerard's POV
"Michael," I yelled, running down the street. Frank's hand pulled me back. "Frankie, let me go!" He didn't let me. I wanted to help Mikey. He was upset, hurting. He needed me, and I needed him. I watched him walk down the road. He never turned back. Ray stepped in front of me with his arms wide. He hugged me, telling me my brother would be fine. Mikey won't. He's never done this before. I've never seen him fall to the ground in a pool of tears. It's upsetting seeing that from a family member, your best friend, someone you look up to. I sighed, letting Frank and Ray to go back into the house, leaving me to watch the silhouette of my brother walk into the city. I wasn't letting him get away. I hated seeing him fall apart. He can't do this now. We have a live show tomorrow as well... I clenched my fists, turning my knuckles white. Taking deep breaths, I decided to go after him. Pulling out my phone, I texted Frank telling him I was going to look for Mikey. Ray came to where I stood outside the house and gave me my coat and some money. He gently placed his hand on my shoulder before nodding and walking back to the house. Shrugging on my jacket, I sighed and stepped down the bank, wondering where my brother could be.