HEY KIDS! This is my second fanfic, it's gonna be a couple chapters. I'm not sure how many right now, we'll just let it flow, ya know? I'll try to update at ***least*** once a week, if not more. Okay um… oh! I unfortunately don't own My Chem or Chris Drew :( So… Yah. This story came completely out of my twisted little head. Ok. Now scroll down and read this. Go. Stop reading this part, read the story. WHY ARE YOU STILL READING THIS? THE STORY IS DOWN THERE! 3 2 1 BREAK!

"MAKENZIE ANNA INGLE! WHAT IS GOING ON?" Makenzie bolted upright and dove for her shirt at the sound of her mother's voice. Mikey sat up right, pulling his Misfits shirt over his head.

"Mom! It's, uh, not- I-" Mikey stood up, kissed Kenzie's cheek and left. Mrs. Ingle was still yelling at Kenzie as Mikey left, nodding at Kenzie's older brother, Chris. Chris looked caught between laughter and blushing. Mikey left the Ingle's house. It was late, probably 10:30. Mikey felt a small pang of nervousness. But he would be fine… right? It wasn't that big of a deal. His house was only 5 minutes away, and Frank's house was right halfway to his house. He could use Frank's as a last resort.

Finally, Mikey made it home, and found his brother sitting cross-legged on the front lawn, drawing. He only had a flashlight for light. Mikey shook his head and sat down next to his older brother, sighing.

"Rough night?

"You could say that."

"Don't worry Mikey. It'll happen when it happens. You'll know when. You're 16. You have your whole life to lose it. There's a lot of time for this to happen. Don't rush it. Take things slowly, and enjoy your life."

Mikey fell back, looking at the vast expanse of midnight velvet and glitter that was the night sky.

"Gee?"

"Yes Mikey?"

"I'm dying. I think. I don't feel anymore. I just… exist. Not living, necessarily, because living implies feeling, but just… I'm just there, ya know? It's like, numb. Just empty nothing. A walking shell with nothing to live for. I just want to feel alive again. Adrenaline, love, lust, envy. All that crap."

Gerard sat, silent, not sure of what to say. He lay down next to Mikey, gazing at the stars. A gentle breeze was running through their neighborhood, stirring the grass and the leaves on the large maple above them, blowing Mikey's bangs out of his face, and blowing Gerard's bangs into his face.

"Dang. Wow. Mikey, I- I don't know what to say. I wish I had known."

A small tear rolled down Mikey's cheek as he rolled over on to his stomach. He turned his head to look at his brother.

"Gee… Help me."

Gerard held back his own tears. It hurt him to see his little brother in so much pain.

"Of course." Mikey sat up and Gerard hugged him. "I love you Mikes."

"I wish I loved my self too."

So? That was sad to write. I'm almost crying myself. Just a little FYI, that convo between Mikey and Gerard is actually based on a real conversation between my best friend and myself. True story. If I was Mikey and she was Gerard… but anyway! I love reviews! They make me smile, and plus, you can have internet chocolate :3 'Cause chocolate is what makes the world go 'round. Yes. Yes it does. :)