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[ Kay so, this is my first attempt at a fanfic, obviously, I choose my most favorite band eva My Chemical Romance so here goes...]



Mikey's p.o.v.

I woke up to the sound of them screaming again, their fight's drive me insane I swear.

I rolled over to my side and reached over to my glasses on my night stand, I slid them onto my face, I couldn't see s**t without them. I blinked a few times and turned my digital alarm clock towards me. "********..." I muttered, "6 o'clock really? They couldn't of waited till' seven at least? So much for god dammed courtesy." I threw my pillow to the wood floor, I was frustrated, some parents they are.

I sat up, and stepped off my bed at is creaked from the weight lifting off of it. I wiped my mouth, and headed towards the hallway, I prepared myself for the yelling to get louder, even with these walls thin as paper they managed to block out some sound. I dragged my baggy, plaid pants, and my oversized tee-shirt, in the direction of my brother's room. I passed the living room, and cringed at the sound of them yelling, it didn't hurt so much anymore, just pissed me off, and they always had that ******** T.V. on. They didn't think that would actually drown out the sound did they? I watched them for a few minutes. The hallway was dark enough for me not to be seen, not that they would notice me much anyway. It wasn't that entertaining; I moved on and slipped my hands into my pockets.

I stood about 3 feet away from My brother's door, I walked up as the floor creaked below my feet, And knocked on his door... No Answer. I opened it up enough to poke my head through, and there was Gerard, asleep, pencil in hand, sitting up against his backboard, charcoal sketched papers sprawled all over his bed, and various ones all over the floor. I opened up the door, slipped through, and shut it quickly, I noticed his room was far more sound resistant than mine, way more than mine.

I walked over to his bed, trying my best not to step on his artwork, and poked him, I knew I could wake him easy, he was a light sleeper, when it came to touch anyway.He turned his head away from me and towards his clock. "Nice, um... drawings Gerard," I said looking down at the sketchpad in his lap, they were quite disturbing, but... beautiful. There was one, of a skeleton of a butterfly

"Don't look at them, they're not done yet, Mikes" he said, eyes still closed.

I pushed my glasses up to my eyes. Gerard yawned, and opened his eyes, "Six Mikes? Really?"

He said rubbing his eyes awake.

"Sorry, I just... Mom and Da-"

"Don't call him that, he is definably NOT a "Dad"" he interrupted, quickly turning his head toward me, with wide eyes.

"well... They woke me up, and I figured we could hang out until seven or something."

Gerard turned away from me again, and groaned, "Aw, Mikey..."

"Oh, shut up Gee, I'm bored as ********... pwease?"

"Fine." Gerard scooted back, so he could sit up strait, and grabbed the papers, keeping them aligned so they wouldn't smear.