Take The Pain Out Of Love...[Mikey Way]

I'd always lived next door to Mikey.
We had made quite a pair throughout the school years.
He was the skinny gawky boy with glasses that sat in the back of the class reading comic books behind his textbook.
I was his fat best friend.
At least, that's how everyone else called it.
What I loved the most about Mikey was how he never cared what I looked like.
He was my friend who'd come over every Friday with a stash of our favorite horror flicks he'd borrow from Gerard.
He was the one who stood in line with me in the freezing cold to see Garbage, even though he didn't like them.
He was the one I spent my weekends with, learning recipes with his mom while my own lived in the corporate world.
He was always there to hold me till I stopped crying after I was teased by whatever walking Barbie, not leaving till he made sure I didn't believe their words.
He was also my first crush.
The five years I spent in the local theater had paid off; three years going and he didn't suspect a thing.
And that was how I wanted to keep it.
There were never any worries in my mind that I'd ever lose Mikey; I didn't think I needed to.
At least, that's what I thought till he came back from summer break.
Gone was the gawky kid.
True he was still skinny, but he somehow filled out his band tees.
I had to look up an extra four inches.
In a matter of months he had grown up so much.
Even then as I looked at him I didn't think the shallow frauds from our school would
glance at him now after all this time of alienation.
Once again I had underestimated them.
The grunge fad had set in, and Mikey compared to everyone else in the school was the closest to it.
He was just as shocked as I the first day we went back.
It grew to mind-blowing pinch-me-I'm-dreaming when the head cheerleader slipped him her number.
To all the girls that blatantly flirted with him that day month, I was just a shadow.
When he started going to the movies with them, I spent my Friday nights alone.
I stood by myself in the mosh pit while he went to hold their shopping bags.
My weekends were spent locked in my empty house with no one to hug me and insist upon tasting a new recipe.
And after it all, I began believing their words.
The mirrors, scales, and refrigerator became my worst enemies.
Their taunts haunted my every waking thought.
The days turned into weeks, the weeks steadily turned into months until I realized it had began to snow.
I hadn't left the house for any other reason other than school, even then taking the back roads to avoid Mikey and whatever plastic clone was following him.
From my window the blanket of whiteness looked purer and cleaner than anything I had seen in a long time.
Staring into it, I began to see myself in it; seeing what I had to do.
An emotion I hadn't felt in so long seemed to ebb and flow into my heart.
Hope . Strength. Determination.
It was determination that made look in the mirror for the first time in months.
It made me see what I had become.
Skinny.
Sickly, unhealthy, shadowy, skinny.
The past few months I had wanted to become thin, gorgeous, but this wasn't gorgeous.
It was barely human.
Determination made me realize that slinking in the shadows would only drive the wedge deeper.
My resolve was to get better; if I was going to fight to get my best friend back I'd have to be strong.
The first day back from winter break was the most afraid I had been in a long time.
After outgrowing all my old clothes I was thankful my older sister had left a lot of hers before she left.
The stares of several people burned into me as I walked to class.
I heard their whispers around me, slicing my skin.
For the first time in my life people stepped back when I walked through the crowd.
When the football captain asked me to be his Chemistry partner my mind thought back to him tripping me in the hallway.
Saying no had never come easier.
The party invitation my most vicious tormenter Stacy passed to me never looked better on fire.
The revenge mindset had been instilled in me many years ago.
It made me miss Gerard and realize the impact Mikey had on who I was.
Those thoughts were what drove me through the halls searching.
Past the cliques, past the overflowing testosterone, and past the breeding ground for teenage emotional damage I found him.
He never stood out more; seeming backed into a corner, making me believe there was a chance.
As I stopped in front of him, the crowd around us fell silent, holding their breath.
Mandy, Candy, The most recent carbon copy blocked my way, determined to keep what wasn't hers.
I had yet to look at Mikey, having no time for the person standing between us.
She watched in horror as I pulled a can of paint off the passing art cart, pouring it over her head emotionlessly.
Her screeches went unchecked as I walked up to Mikey, hoping my gut feeling was true.
The look in his eyes was pleading, both asking forgiveness and help.
He said nothing as I touched my daring lips to his; there was nothing we needed to say.
Taking his hand, the now all too loud throngs of students melted away behind us.
It was as if we could see again, no longer the blind leading the blind.
Hand in hand we walked out of the building, both of us escaping from the proverbial lions den.
Things went back to how they should've been, only better.
Fridays were spent cuddling on my couch watching horror flicks.
We now drove by the kids waiting in the cold, waiting to watch him.
His mom was now the one teaching me how to cook, Mikey becoming the guinea pig tester.
And the last time he held me crying it wasn't because of some insecure girls using me to their advantage.
It was because there was now a ring on my finger and I could've never been happier.

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I have another side to this one-shot I'll post later. Did anyone notice there wasn't a drop of dialogue and I didn't even mention the girls name?
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