Everything's Gonna Be Fine

by heal-x

(My Chemical Romance. Screenplay. Punk AU. One-Shot, but if enough people like it I might continue.) Gerard and Mikey are punk kids living in a sharehouse. With not much between them, the brothers have to stick together. But things take a turn for the worse when Mikey gets beat up, leaving Gerard hungry for revenge. Can Frankie help calm Gerard down before he makes things worse?

SETTING- the living room of a share-house called The Drunk Tank. This is where fourteen-year-old MIKEY and his older brother, GERARD, live. There are a few other punk kids around them, sleeping or talking amongst themselves. MIKEY is sitting on the edge of the couch, dabbing at a busted lip with an old towel and GERARD stands before him. They are in the middle of a serious conversation.

GERARD:

(starts to pace anxiously)

How the hell did this happen?!

MIKEY:

I already told you what happened!

GERARD:

Tell me again!

MIKEY:

(sighs, then speaks distractedly, as if he's recounted this a thousand times and doesn't want to relive it again)

Matt and his friends just kinda jumped me. I was just outside the East Side, and I thought I would make it home okay, you know, but suddenly there was a lot of noise, like yelling, and then I was on the ground, and hurting, and Matt and the others left, and I tried to get up but it hurt a lot and then Frankie found me. Satisfied?

GERARD:

( He runs a hand through his dyed hair)

Fuck this.

MIKEY:

What?

GERARD:

(spits)

Fuck. This. I am not letting my baby brother get beat up, not by these fucking assholes!"

(grabs his jacket from the couch and storms out, slamming the screen door behind him)

MIKEY waits for a minute or two, listening as GERARD's footsteps grow faint. He then hurriedly climbs across the couch to the communal phone. The bloody towel is left forgotten as he picks up the receiver, dials a number, and waits.

FRANKIE:

Hello?

MIKEY:

Frankie! It's Mikey.

FRANKIE:

Oh, hey Mikes. You feelin' okay?

MIKEY:

Uh, yeah, I'm fine. Hurts though.

FRANKIE:

Eh, getting beat up will do that to ya. So, what's up?

MIKEY:

It's Gee. See, once he found out I got beat up he got really really mad and he made me tell his what happened like a thousand times and then he was like-

FRANKIE:

Whoa, kid, slow down.

MIKEY:

Sorry.

FRANKIE:

Okay, so Gee's mad you got beat up. That's understandable. What's got you so riled up? I mean I know you're a jumpy kid and all but you seem really stressed out.

MIKEY:

I'm worried about him.

FRANKIE:

What do you want me to do, kiddo?

MIKEY:

(the fear in his voice is noticeable now)

Frankie, please. Don't let him do this. You still got your car right? Go and find him, bring him home. You're his best friend, He'll listen to you right? I'm scared He's gonna pick a fight with Matt-

FRANKIE:

Pelissier?

MIKEY:

Yeah-

FRANKIE:

Damn, that bastard. Why didn't you tell me that's who did it? I'll go beat him up myself.

MIKEY:

(panicking)

Frankie, you're not helping!

FRANKIE:

Yep. Sorry.

MIKEY:

He's gonna get himself beat up, Frankie, they're gonna seriously hurt him or worse because of me he's older so they might actually kill him, okay, and-

FRANKIE:

(soothingly)

Hey, hey, hey. Don't stress out, kiddo. Where is he now?

MIKEY:

I don't know. He just left The Tank, he's probably heading up past East Side, down to 5th maybe?

FRANKIE:

Alright, I'll track him down.

MIKEY:

(exhales)

Thanks, Frankie.

FRANKIE:

(as an afterthought)

Hey, everything's gonna be fine, okay?

MIKEY:

(as he ponders this, he starts to relax)

Okay.