Mikey's POV
Me and Emerson sat around in his music room for a while not really talking about much, he was mainly watching me to see how I reacted to the Lisdexamfetimine which I had taken in his prescribed dose of after dinner.
He said after about an hour if I was still feeling alright he would drive me home and I should just try to distract myself.
He showed me a few of the things he had drawn and I showed him a few of the songs I knew on one of his guitars.
He seemed rather impressed with it, people usually do, but I don't get why I've met people who sound much better than I do and they hardly ever get compliments.
"Do you think you're okay to head home now? My dad will probably be home within the hour and I mean unless you wanna hide in my closet you might wanna get your things together."
I nod and stand up, heading towards the door.
"I didn't bring anything with me besides my cell phone. He stepped out of the room behind me and got his keys of out of a jar on a bookshelf full of magazines.
I try to avoid looking at the various pictures of his family that decorated the wall, I didn't want to see the family that he was no doubt destroying with his sickness.
I feel bad.
I feel horrible actually, I shouldn't be here.
He leads me out the door and I take notice to the light snow falling.
He walks over to a small black car and pulls open the passenger side door for me.
I smiled, Gerard hadn't done things like that for me that I can remember.
"Thanks," I state, and it's a thank you for everything that he had done for me tonight, but he took it as a thank you for him opening the door for me and he just gave me a mere nod in response as I climbed into the car.
I pull my phone out my pocket and start typing a text to Gerard, although him and Frank are either fucking or asleep right now, I still feel the need to alert him of me arriving.
Outgoing Message To Gerard:
On my way home now. Had a nice night.
I am surprised when my phone vibrated in my pocket under a minute later.
Incoming Message From Gerard:
Okay, me and Frank are asleep in my room. Lock the door behind you, sleep well. XoXo
He usually always finished his messages to me off with XoXo and I never really read much into until now.
A band I had never heard played quietly on the radio, I didn't appreciate the sound of it to much, and the pasta sat on my stomach unsettlingly.
I could tell eating had made Emerson uncomfortable as well by the way he kept one hand on the wheel and the other pulling at his skin near his waist beneath the hem of his shirt. I used to have habits like that.
A vivid memory slides into my mind.
Me and Gerard are at the table eating dinner, mom was at work.
Gerard had made spaghetti, it looked very delicious, but I brushed the food around my plate with my fork slowly.
Gerard was well aware of the state of my mind and body by this point, everyone could tell, I was going on 102 pounds, and it was only a few weeks before I collapsed.
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