Prompt: Imagine person A going to visit their parent/grandparent/family friend/etc in hospice, where they meet person B, who is alone. Assuming that they're also visiting, A asks B who they're there for. Without looking at A, person B quietly explains that they only have x amount of time left to live and are checking themselves in.
Person A immediately asks person B on a date/to hang out, just wanting to offer them some happiness and excitement. They didn't expect to fall in love
How Gerard managed to break his leg, Mikey never knew. He could only assume it was from trying out some weird sex position or something with Frank from the blush and awkward smile on his older brother's face. Now sipping non-sweetened iced tea and rolling his eyes, Mikey noticed a young man, looking to be about his age or maybe a bit older, walk in. He had short, dark brown hair with bangs covering his right eye, which, along with the other eye, was rimmed with thick circles of eyeliner. Damn, he was hot. And he was alone, too, leading Mikey to assume that he was also visiting a friend or family member.
"H-hey… who are you here for?", Mikey asked him. The man looked at the ground and explained in a quiet voice, bordering on an actual whisper, "i have cancer… only 6 months to live… checking myself in.", and in between the heartbreaking phrases were muttered ones. Mikey couldn't really make them out, but he definitely heard more than a few curse words in there.
"Oh my God… i'm so sorry… my name is Mikey… wanna hang out?", a blushing Mikey stammered into his bottle of iced tea. The stupid fucking thing was freezing his hands off… Mikey silently cursed the inanimate object. His conversational partner looked up and grinned, surprising Mikey because of his situation and how solemn he had been before, in response. "Sure! I'm Pete. How about that new coffee shop downtown tomorrow at five?", said Pete excitedly, as if he had been planning this for months. As soon as Mikey could nod, a busty blonde nurse who looked more like a porn star than a nurse walked into the room and called Pete's name in a southern accent that made Mikey cringe. Pete waved and walked away.
Mikey didn't exactly think of himself as a "nice" guy, but it admittedly felt pretty good to offer some poor dying guy some excitement and happiness in his final months on this shitty planet.
The next day, Mikey forced himself to get out of bed and tug on a Joy Division shirt. Pete was worth it, as it turned out. This new coffee shop where they had agreed to meet the previous day turned out to be really lame according to both Mikey and Pete, or maybe they were both just really cynical, but it was fun to trash something together either way. "Let's hang out again soon, Mikeyway."
The next six months practically flew by. Gerard's leg healed completely, and Mikey hung out with Pete practically every day. Pete had lost all of his hair from the chemotherapy, and he was supposed to die any day now, but he still always wore a smile around Mikey. Kinda touching. Mikey, who had never really "done" emotions, besides maybe boredom and angst, if those even counted as valid emotions, shook that thought, along with the weird feeling deep inside his stomach, off almost immediately. Not worth worrying about.
Mikey stood by Pete's hospital bed, gently holding his hand. But the sick and slowly dying man didn't look sad at all. "M-Mikey?", he rasped. "Yeah?" "i… l-love… you…" The machine flatlined as Pete's eyes closed, head tilting slightly to the side. Tears poured down Mikey's face for the first time since he was a little kid. "I love you too, Pete. i always will."