If You Think That I'm Wrong(Mikey Way)

Four

"I was thinking it could go like this" Ray suggested before playing the annoying polka sound he had stuck in his head since we got here making Frank giggle.
"Which song would it fit with though?" My brother asked looking through the five songs we had.
"The one that's like we all go to Hell"
"That song was a joke. Our mom would kill us if we put it on the record" Gerard said looking at me when he said 'our' because he knew very well that I, just like my mother, wouldn't agree on putting a song with the lyric saying 'mama we all go to Hell' because we were born and raised as Catholics and not that I'm deeply religious and pray every night but I would like to go to heaven instead; hopefully Elton John dies before me so he can come get me dressed in a white suit. He always looked good in suits but white would look even better on him but that's besides the point; Gerard and I believe that death comes for you however you want it to come. Whether it's a pretty girl or your favourite musician, maybe even an animal, it'll be greeting you and will take you to where ever the fuck you're supposed to go.

"And then!" Frank screamed in my face, taking me out of my train of thought which caused him to giggle.
"There we go, he's back on earth" he sat sitting down again; I played with the pick for a bit while Ray and my brother sorted something out, I occasionally glanced at the tabs I had in front of me and imagining that I was playing them correctly before actually being told to play them in front of the guys. It went on for a few hours before Frank declared he was "starving" and went to make sandwiches for everyone; we ate and took another small break before continuing that stupid polka song. That was the main focus for the day, that damn song that our mom is gonna kill us for that's supposed to be a joke but knowing my brother, it'll be on the record and we'll have to sit through an entire lecture about how disappointed she is with that song and that was something I wanted to avoid because we were busting our whatever's off in this stupid mansion for people to bash it; we're losing our minds for the record. 

I decided to be the first person to shower today because I didn't shower at all last night and my hair was grease-central so I grabbed pyjamas which consisted of plain black boxers, a jaws shirt and black pyjama bottoms and ran to the hallway bathroom; Bob was lucky. He had a bathroom in his room whereas Frank, Ray, my brother and I had to share since we're too scared to use any other ones and knowing three other people use the same place as me felt a little more comforting; minus the fact Frank never put the seat up before taking a leak so we had to clean up after his five year old penis. Speaking of penis, I undressed and made sure the door was locked before turning the shower on so the water would heat up and scrolled through my iPod for my shower playlist and connected it to Ray's speaker that he let me borrow; I stepped into the shower and sighed happily at the hot water trickling down my back and dipped my head back to wet my hair before turning around and washing my face, singing along to Descending Angels by The Misfits-one of my personal favourites by them-when the lights flickered making me groan.
"Frank I'm gonna come out and piss on you if you don't let me shower in peace" I threatened, placing my hands on my hips and waiting to hear footsteps leaving but only the lights stopped and I rolled my eyes before continuing to shower, figuring he'd get bored and leave.

I got out thirty minutes later feeling fresh and squeaky clean, wrapped a towel around me and cleared the foggy mirror with the shirt I was wearing earlier today when I noticed the door was unlocked which told me Frank was in fact here because I had locked it the second I got in. Nonetheless, I dried myself off and got dressed before grabbing my iPod, speaker and dirty clothes wrapped in the towel when I again, noticed my glasses weren't in there so I shook it off, assuming I left them in my room and walked down the hall to the place I hated the most and dumped my clothes in the hamper before looking around.

"Frank Anthony it's one thing to sneak in the bathroom while I shower but it's another to steal my damn glasses!" I yelled running down the stairs; I found only Bob, Gerard and Ray in the living room watching Cheaper By The Dozen part two making me scrunch my face up.
"Part one is so much better" I stated looking around for Frank.
"What's with all the fucking screaming upstairs?" My brother asked turning to face me, he started giggling and pointed to my hair.
"Did you get electrocuted?"
"Nows not the time to point out how many directions my hair is point at when the midget took my glasses while I was showering"
"Frank's outside talking to Jamia" he told me sitting back down.
"For how long?" I asked, walking up to one of the living room windows and looking outside to see he was on the phone, smiling and blushing while walking around like the love-struck puppy he was.
"Since you went upstairs. Are you sure you're okay, Mikes?" Ray asked, pausing the movie making the three of them focus on me.
"Yeah, yeah I just thought he took them" I said shaking my head.
"They're probably in the practice space, or somewhere in your room. Maybe you left them in your brother's room when you went to get the speaker like you said you were gonna do" Bob suggested making me nod.
"Yeah, sorry I just, I just didn't know where I put them but like you said, they could be anywhere. Doesn't mean Frank took 'em" I gave in; no way was I gonna tell them anything else after I told them a ghost story. They'd probably think I was a baby, scared of my own little tale and I wouldn't hear the end of it.
"I think what you need is sleep" Gerard said coming up to me and embracing my body in a tight hug.
"It's only seven thirty" I told my brother, hugging back loosely.
"Yeah but maybe some melatonin or something? You seem really" he trailed off.
"I seem what?" I snapped, pulling away from him.
"A-anxious, angry, stressed. You should get some sleep, you can even sleep in my room if you want? The couch is pretty comfy here a-"
"Whatever" I muttered rolling my eyes and grabbing my laptop before retreating back to my room and slamming the door, jumping onto the bed and turned it on to see I had two bars meaning it could hold a video chat; I logged into Skype and clicked Alicia's name before sliding my laptop away from me a little and bringing my knees to my chest while I waited for my fiancé to answer and when she did, her baby-skin face with glasses showed up on my screen making me grin.

"Hi baby" she smiled adjusting her glasses and messy bun making me smile a little wider; she must've been having an in-spa night seeing as she had a headband on her head to hold back her baby hairs and was wearing a black tank top.
"Hey, how are you?"
"Good, good, you? I miss you" she said playing with her ring mindlessly making me giggle.
"I can't wait to come home. I'm so fed up with this trashy ass place and just wanna cuddle with you and Bunny and make cupcakes and watch movies and fall asleep on the couch together" she giggled and looked down.
"Yeah but I'm sure you're gonna start having fun once you guys begin recording. You always do. Plus, when you do get home, there will be a gift waiting for you" she smirked making my eyes widen.
"You didn't tell me you were pregnant! Holy shit why didn't you say anything? Babe, I could've stayed home to help you" I panicked making her snort.
"No! No babies, well"
"Alicia" I whined kicking my feet.
"Tell me what it is" she held up a finger and got off the bed, I heard her slippers against the floor and the lights in our bedroom turned on followed by her moving the laptop around to show me that she was standing up.
"Ready?"
"Is it a dog?" I asked making her shake her head; she turned around and picked up a black fender mustang bass with a shark sticker on it making me smile in awe.
"You didn't"
"I did" she smiled and brought it up close for me to examine before setting it back on the stand and sitting on the bed again, bouncing on her bum for a bit making me giggle; I was so in love with her.
"Thank you" I said.
"It was supposed to be a surprise but you looked like you needed some cheering up so, when you get home you have a new friend to take on the road"
"And It has a shark sticker!"
"Well duh, you love Jaws and I thought that was a suitable sticker. I was gonna put a cat on it that looked like Bunny but I thought the shark would make you look more badass"
"I'm very badass" I defended as the scratching sound clawed at my window again making me groan.

We stayed on call all night, I put my laptop on my bedside table with my black framed glasses-still couldn't find my other pair-on the keyboard but spent majority of those hours listening to a female weeping and high heels clicking the wooden floor; part of me wondered if Alicia was able to hear because maybe, just maybe I wasn't going insane but the other part didn't want to bring it up and then being forced to explain to her what was going on followed by her giving me the 'it's okay to ask for help' speech that I did not want to hear from across the country; if I kept it to myself, we would be able to do all this record without interference and get the it done before it's supposed to be. If I told someone, even my brother who I trust with my entire life, I could risk having the record being pushed back to September, possibly even October and our entail release date was set to be July 28th.

At five am I gave up on sleep and hung up the chat before messaging Alicia saying my laptop "died" because I didn't charge it and headed downstairs to see it was dark-typical-and silent which was weird because we usually leave the television on so, I headed to the living room and turned it on to have some sort of noise while I was in the practice space and sat at the piano, looking at the sheet my brother had on the bench before putting it up and looking over it; my fingers hovered over the keys, scared it would wake anyone but took a deep breath and began playing the song, humming the words as I went along. At five forty two, I fell asleep there, my body crashed against the keys, creating an ear raping sound but the voice of someone I didn't recognize-but assumed was coming from the tv-soothed me into a deep sleep.