And seventeen year old Mikey Way still couldn't help but look at the picture his brother had been ripped out of, sitting proud on the mantle piece with only him and his parents shown. It had been years, and Mikey knew not to care for his brother, especially since he was a faggot, and had only runaway out of spite, but he couldn't help but miss him, at times that was.
He didn't miss the arguments Gerard caused at the dinner table, and just about everywhere, but after he left and the arguments continued, it soon become clear that perhaps it wasn't his older brother at fault here, but still Mikey couldn't help but hate and blame him as his parents took out their hatred on him, because the arguments didn't stop, they just moved onto him.
Mikey Way clutched his cellphone as he sat on the sofa almost rigidly, feeling nothing but alien in his own home, his eyes fixated upon the picture, absent of Gerard, and the photograph he held in his other hand, displaying his brother - the part of the photo his parents had discarded, and Mikey couldn't help but notice how, despite his mouth being curled up, he wasn't smiling, not quite, because in this house, he was never happy, not quite.
He shook his head, pocketing the photo of his brother with a sigh, knowing that these were just things he shouldn't think about: god knows where Gerard was now, what he was doing, how he was living, even if he was still alive, but all Mikey knew was that most certainly his brother didn't care anymore.
He didn't care, so why should Mikey? The only thing Gerard brought anymore was the grief in his mother's eyes and the arguments his father made as a result, and as he clutched his cell phone in hand, not having received a reply from Alicia in hours now, it became apparent that he'd have to stay to witness this, and he really did not want to.
As bad as it made him feel to say so, he just didn’t want to have to go through the trouble, and he even doubted that it was anything but stubborn ignorance that had brought his parents into this situation, because from the yelling and stress he overheard from the kitchen, he knew that they didn't want him here either.
His mother had continued to text Gerard after he left, perhaps just out of spite, and even Mikey thought it a little unfair, but he let it happen - his older brother had made it clear that Mikey was none of his business, and therefore he was none of Mikey's, but never had Gerard replied.
Never had Gerard replied to a single text his mother sent.
And of course that was until today, because for no reason otherwise would Mikey be sat so rigid and uncomfortable in his own skin, placed almost robotically on the sofa; lifeless in appearance, his eyes fixated on the photos Gerard had been ripped out of, and how much effort his parents had seemed to have put into ensuring that any visitors to the household would never even know their gay son existed.
Mikey thought it odd how he had replied, and how after seeing the messages he found it apparent that something had changed. Maybe Gerard had simply stopped being gay? Even though Pete had screamed at him that that wasn't how it worked.
Mikey took a moment to wonder if Pete faced the same things at home that Gerard did, and instantly wished he didn't, because even if he hated the guy, he didn't want Pete to be kicked out of the house and tear his family apart.
And really, the more Mikey thought of it, the stupider it seemed, and the more Mikey thought about it, he knew that there was nothing he could do about it - it was just how things were, none of his business. That had been made clear.
He texted Alicia again out of anxiety, begging to go over to hers.
She didn't reply.
She hadn't even seen the message.
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Pretty. (Frerard, Petekey, Ryden, Peterick)
Fanfiction((Basically this is one big messy gay bandom AU, features just about every ship in the emo trinity and a few more)) Frank is the only gay guy he knows, stuck in the rather restricting and conservative world of Catholic school with his two best frien...
