A/N: So many ships man! More stories on the way! -frnkxoxo

Mikey sat in the cold van, reading some comic that Gerard had brought on the little tour they were on, not wanting to go inside and party and get drunk with random stranger. Also just to get his mind off of the thoughts that haunted his head, knowing it would lead to something that he would either regret or the guys would find out. Mikey was so awkward at parties, not talking and keeping to himself, and all the guys knew that too. They knew he was extremely bipolar, had bad bad anxiety, and major depression, but they didn't care to leave him alone there. They were drunk or had a hangover most of the time, so nobody really worried about anyone here. Mikey did drink, yes, but he drank alone. He didn't care much that they left him alone though, he actually enjoyed it a lot. He fixed his glasses as he brought his knees to his chest, keeping his squinted hazel eyes on the comic. All he did now, well, when he wasn't busy with performing or making music, was reading the random comics his older brother hid in a hidden floorboard in the van. He could see them now, drunk and/or high on some 'party drug' some fan or teenager gave them, not caring that the mix could end up ending their lives for good. They don't care about anything. Mikey couldn't talk though, he was just as bad when he was alone, locked up either in the van or a cheap hotel room. His wicked attraction with drugs, not caring that the illegal substances was eating him from the inside out. Or maybe it was mostly the alcohol, getting drunk almost past the brink of death most of the time. But there was also his sick love of self-harm, loving the way it felt to burn or slice open his pale, milky white skin. He would sometimes do all three at the same time, that time he was the most dangerous to himself and others. Did Mikey care though? No, of course not, he was like his brother. He just didn't care. Mikey had to stop thinking before he had yet another break down, last one being around the guys. Let's just say, Bob is completely afraid of Mikey when he goes a little off the deep end, and Bob was the leader of the group, the supervisor, pretty much that dad that wasn't scared of anyone. He was terrified of Mikey afterwards. Who could even be slightly afraid of the tiny, awkward little brother? He was really nice to everyone he met, and tried not to anger anyone because he was afraid of them. Mikey could feel his eyes sting, tears rimming up on the sides, but he quickly set down the comic book and took his glasses off. The palm of his hands dug into his eyes, keeping them there was he started to settle down again. He really needed to stop thinking about it all, but his mind always wondered off. He just couldn't help it most of the time, it just sorta always happened. A loud bang outside the van made him jump out of his current state, quickly wiping his eyes and putting his tiny framed glassed back on. They can't find out. Mikey watched as the door was opened, revealing a short guy with a black and blonde faux-hawk. Frank. Mikey could feel his throat get dry, knowing that Frank was drunk off his ass, and he would have to deal with him for the rest of the night. Not only that, but Frank got really touchy when he was under the influence of alcohol, or just high for that matter. Really touchy, and Mikey rather have his space to himself. The door slammed, Frank smiling as he climbed over the seats to reach Mikey, and plopped down beside him clumsily. Frank's arm swung over the tinier boy, making Mikey squeak because even if Frank was small, he was a tough motherfucker. Anybody knew that.

"Hey Mike Mikes," he slurred, yup, drunk off his ass. Mikey could smell the alcohol on his body, and something that smelled a lot like weed. Mikey did his tiny signature frown, shaking his head as he removed the younger male's arm from his bony shoulder. Frank let out a disapproving whine, wanting to be all over Mikey of course. The older male just picked up the comic book abandoned on the floor, acting as if he was suddenly really interesting in which ass Hellboy was kicking now.

"Frank, don't, you're drunker than hell," Mikey said, pushing up his glasses with his middle finger as he looked over at the shorter man. Frank giggled a little, throwing himself at Mikey, which hurt like hell from all the cuts under his flimsy Smashing Pumpkins shirt he had on. Mikey tried to push Frank off, only failing as the comic book dropped again, and him getting pushed up against the right side door.

"Mik-eyyyyyyy!" Frank whined, not caring to give the poor boy his personal space by this point. "I wanna cuddle, or fuck, or yeah, cuddle..." he complained, Mikey definitely crossing out the fucking poration of Frank's drunk ideas. "Cuddling sounds so good, your brother hates cuddling," he rambled, "Please, I bet you're better than him at it... And probably better giving blowjobs too.." Frank mumbled to himself, but Mikey cringed, not wanting to know what his older brother did with the members of the band.

"If I cuddle with you, will you settle down?" he asked, not wanting to actually cuddle with the male, but not wanting Frank all over him like he was now. Mikey could compromise, it wasn't that hard to do, and besides, he was used to compromising with Gerard. Frank let out a happy squealing noise, signaling that he would listen to Mikey somewhat. Frank pushed a button on the sides of both of the seats, making the seats go down quickly, making Mikey and Frank fall down with him. Mikey let out a huff, growling a little as he perched up on his elbows, taking off his glasses to put in a cup holder for safety. He needed his glasses badly, and breaking them wouldn't be good for the tour. Mikey reached under the seat, grabbing Ray's 'secert' fuzzy blanket that would keep them both warm in the cold of the van. Mikey wondered how he didn't freeze yet. Frank's arms came out of nowhere as he got yanked down, yelping loudly as he hit Frank's chest with some slight force. I swear to God.. Frank wrapped his arms around the tinier man, pulling Mikey and the black blanket close to his muscular body.

"Thank you Mikeys," Frank mumbled, yawning a little as he let Mikey get comfortable against his body. Mikey sighed, letting one of his arms wrap around Frank's stomach, the other he used as a pillow. Even if most of his head was on Frank's shoulder, it wasn't that comfortable. Mikey could feel Frank's ankle hook around his, bringing the older male closer to his warm body. Probably warm from the alcohol. Mikey let out a tiny yawn, and when he looked up he jumped as he saw Frank was staring at him with a dreamy look in his hazel eyes. Fuck.

"Wh-What?" Mikey asked, slightly scared of what Frank was thinking because he could easily overpower him. Easily have his way with Mikey.

"You're so pretty, way more prettier than Gee," he slurred, and Mikey could feel blush paint across his cheeks. He knew he shouldn't accept Frank's drunk compliments, but he never got any others from anyone else. Mikey liked people telling him that he was pretty, it made him feel kinda wanted. That feeling alien by now, but when it came around Mikey held onto it for as long as he could. "I really love your jawline," Frank continued, "And the way your nose is shaped, and your be-uuuiful eyes." Mikey was blushing hard by now, and if Frank wasn't as high and drunk as he was, maybe he would've noticed by now. Who knows? He could feel Frank's lip ring against his temple as Frank kissed him, out of surprise, Mikey squeaked loudly at the touch. Frank giggled, "Too cute!" he exclaimed, his tattooed hands holding Mikey close to his body, as in a protective way. Even if Frank was drunk and high, he was the most nicest person ever towards Mikey. Mikey didn't push it away, but he sure as hell didn't jump on Frank because of it. I don't like him like that.

"Th-Thanks," was all he could muster, now hiding his face in the crook between Frank's neck and shoulder. His head fitted perfectly, like it was meant to be there all along. Mikey let out another yawn, Frank closely afterwards, and closed his eyes for good. "Go to sleep, Frank," he commanded, not wanting to have Frank keep him up all night. He wanted fucking sleep. Frank let out a hum in response, some words slurring under his breath, but Mikey was too tired to even try to guess what he was mumbling. After a long while of Frank mumbling under his breath, Mikey could understand him, and he came to the conclusion that Frank was listening reasons why he loved Mikey. Mikey rolled his eyes inwardly, snuggling closer to the younger male, and Frank automatically held him tighter when he did that. It was like instinct to him or something. He's so freaking warm. Mikey yawned one more time, feeling Frank's lip ring once more on his temple before he drifted off to into a slightly uncomfortable sleep.