Fight For It

Does Someone Have a Date?

Work dragged on, feeling longer than ever. Frank may have been a reason, but I hated social interaction, this day was getting worse by each customer that walked in.

I started falling asleep as i was leaning my head on my arm that was on the counter until Lucy tapped me. "Gee." I moaned something in the ballpark of 'I'm sleeping' and 'Go away.'

"Gee, pumpkin, You can go home now." I looked up at her and she shot me a sweet smile.

I stood up and shook out my hair lazily, while some guy stared at me from across the diner. He smiled at me and I looked down. I hate people.

I walked out to my car, unlocked the door and sat down. My hands were shaking, though I wan't certain if it was the coffee or the fact I'm nervous to go home.

I drove to my apartment, walked up to it and unlocked the door. I walked in to find Mikey sitting on the stool, eating what looked like the mac and cheese I bought on my break and Frank next to him pouring juice.

Frank looked at me, while pouring the juice and it almost overflowed. I stifled a giggle.

I walked over to Mikey and patted him on the back. "Hey Mikes, how ya feelin? Your stomach good?"

"It's feeling better, the reaction of the pills with the alcohol let up a little."

"Did you call the doctor?"

"Yeah, he said I should be fine but no more drinking with the pills."

I nodded and Mikey looked at Frank, "Thanks for everything today."

"No problem." He smiled and looked down. He was so cute. "I gotta head home though, I have work in the morning."

"Can I walk you out?" I said, trying not to seem to eager to talk to him alone. "Sure." He said, though i couldn't read his expression.

I walked out of the door and Frank followed. We walked in silence until we got to the door leading out of the complex.

"So uh..I uh.. I was wondering if you maybe..wanted to hang out tomorrow? Ya know..after work?" I stammered out, barely having enough breath to get it all out. Frank was causing me to be short of breath, I felt like a teenage girl.

He stopped and looked out the door. "You mean without your brother puking on me." He winked "Sure, I'd like that. What time."

"I get out of work about four... So like five?"

He nodded and headed out the door. Was this a date? Gerard shut up who cares if it is. What if he's straight. No one that pretty is aloud to be straight sorry. Not around me anyway.

I laughed to myself and walked back to the apartment. I opened the door to find Mikey sitting on the couch flipping through the channels.

I sat next to him a little too close making him grunt and move away from me. I took the remote and turned the tv off. "Why were you drinking Mikey."

"I uh..no reason."

"There's obviously a reason, you've been clean. You know you can't drink on that medicine. What happened."

His lip started quivering as he leaned in for a hug. "It's..my mind...the pills aren't working anymore."

"I'll take you to the doctor alright. We'll get you something that helps you okay?" He shook his head "I'm tired of feeling so fake inside. I don't know."

"Getting drunk isn't gonna help. You know that and I know that." He squeezed his eyes shut as if he could forget his problems by doing that.

"You can stay with me until we get into the doctor. I'll call tomorrow and make an appointment, alright?"