Backroads to nowhere. Santi/Bibles&Badges

The radio wasn't coming in between the dense woods and the hills of the Pennsylvanian/Ohio state line. In a rush at the last two gas stations Mikey had paid while Gerard pumped the gas, leaving the older two with a need for coffee and as he found out a half hour a ago more smokes soon. His biggest problem with Mikey was the fact that he rushed, and almost always for no reason. Gerard had said it a thousands times "Mikey I can tell time, shut up!"

Gerard loved it when Mikey was asleep he could drive as fast as he wanted. He also could drive with the windows down with out Mikey complaining about getting cold. Mikey liked to wear the same cloths and yeah Gerard knew that he was stinky after a hunt but he was nothing compared to Mikey. The one good thing was that they had the same music taste, it made car rides bearable.

Gerard glared at his brother through his sunglasses and took a long drag of his smoke before removing it from his mouth.

"No. Dropped everyone from there a long time ago." He threw his smoke out the window so he wouldn't have to listen to Mikey complain. "What do you mean I'm in a mood?" He chose to ignore letting his brother know where they were going.
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William was setting on the front stairs to his house almost hyperventilating. He had just spent a half hour looking for his old address book. It was the first time he had ventured into his house for two days. He had despertly needed the book though and he hoped to god that the if he founded the desired number of his ex-boyfriend Mikey it was still his number. He pressed the numbers quickly with trembling fingers, his long hair getting in the way of his vision.

Ring...ring...ring....ring....It rang five more times before going to voice mail. William sighed when the voice mail he got was the generic inbox that is their because no one had taken the time to set up a proper message. Finally the woman promoted for him to wait for the beep.

BEEP.

"Hello this is William Beckett and I am hoping that this is still the number of Mikey Way." He was talking a mile a minute. "I know that we didn't end on that great of terms but I need your help. I really need you and your brothers help. I can't even go into my house because she is there! This girl she won't stop tormenting me. I can not sleep...when I wake up she is there beside me. I just please call me back." He ended the call he knew it hadn't made much sense but Mikey would understand he always had.

Gerard couldn't help but pull a face as Mikey described his ex. He did remember the kid very logical kind of person, very smart, and he would never say this to Mikey but he was very pretty. If you had seen William out you would have thought he was a model, sharp features, and a figure that any girl would kill for not to mention being over six foot tall. Gerard could feel Mikey getting tense and rolled his eyes.

"It's just a phone call dude, calm down." Gerard had been able to hear a little of Williams message though and he had sounded absolutely panicked which he found odd. William had always been very composed even when angry or scared. He couldn't help but from when he remember the day that William and Mikey had broke up. Mikey had moped around for months because of this guy, was so sad because of this kid and it was all because the kid couldn't let go of his logic. Though Gerard thought most people thought that he and Mikey were nuts if they found out what they do.

Gerard finally looked at Mikey when he had started talking offering him a small supportive smile. He guessed that the was the least he could do for him.
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"Mikey. Thank God I...." William took a deep breath hating to have to do this! "I am in assistance of you and Gerard's professional help." William hung his head running a hand through his newly acquired haircut that made him look like a greaser. "I can understand if you say no, but I am willing to pay you do or do what ever you ask." William had just bought this house and he did not want to have to sell it because of a 'ghost' something that should not exist!

Gerard was used to losing the circulation in his arm due to his brother. He just went with it but just because he had to endure almost losing a limb he lit up an other cigarette. Gerard almost yelled in excitement as he listened to Mikey talking, they were actually going to be on a job where they were getting paid and they had just crossed into Ohio.

"Sorry but he's a bit to girly for me and a bit thin. I could snap him like a twig." Gerard made sure he talked loud enough so William would hear. "Though I think Mikey would gladly take one wouldn't ya Mikes." He was driving and since one arm was already occupied he couldn't hit Mikey he just embarrass the hell out of him.
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William was blushing as he listened to the familiar banter of the brothers, seemed like they had not changed much.

"I am not that girly." William halfheartedly grumbled into the phone. "How about no one get's a blowjob and I just give you cash. When will you guys get back to Chicago?"

Gerard laughed when he caught the look he was getting from Mikey out of the corner of his eye.

"You know when mom would give that look it never worked you should stop now before your face gets stuck like that." He flashed a cheeky smile at his brother and blew him a kiss. "He is girlier looking than most chicks." Gerard added in a helpful sounding tone.

"I believe that with this job the least of my worries is smoking. I think I am entitled to smoking!" He glared at the road, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. "No I will not, like I said I am entitled to being a smoker. The hauling ass part I can do though." Gerard shifted gears and laid down on the peddle smirking as he edged over hundred.
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William rolled his eyes lips forming a thin line as he took more insults to the way he looked before finally huffing.

"Why does it always come back to the way I look!? Why?" He knew he wouldn't get an answer and just waited for Mikey to get to the point and answer his previous questions. "What ever we will decided when you two get here."

Once off the phone with Mikey he fingered the house key that was in his hand debating should he try an other night in the hell house or just waste more money on a hotel room. He bit his lip he was runnung out of cash, he only a college student with a minimum wage job and a house mortgage on a house he couldn't even live in! He decided that a hotel at least for one more night would be okay.

"And you are a total pansy baby brother." Once they actually got off the highway and into a populated area Gerard had to slow down and get gas. He kept shooting glances from his speedometer to his brother waiting for the complaining to start, the never ending complaining.

"Now that you have warned me about what you are going to do there is no way you will get in the drivers seat. Have I not taught you anything Mikes, why would you warn me before you attacked? Your way? What is wrong with my way? Is it just because it's for an old flame?" Gerard rolled his eyes at the thought of how Mikey was going to act around William.

Gerard saw a BP sign down the road. Turning into the gas station he pulled up to the pump. He got out of the car stretching thoroughly enjoying the sensation of his back cracking. "I am paying you are pumping the gas!" Gerard pointed at his brother glaring. "I can not take an other car ride with no god damn coffee." He left out that he needed more smokes. He sauntered off for the door before Mikey could say anything.

Gerard came out of the gas station with two coffees and three packs of smokes. He set one of the coffees on the roof of the car opening his door he shoved the other drink at his brother, he knew that if he wanted the ride to be semi friendly he would have to give a small peace offering. He got his own and got in they had been driving for a half hour before he diced to ask about the job for William.

"So what has that beautiful boy of yours gotten himself into? I mean it can't be that bad we are talking about William." He had refrained from smoking for a while so instead his fingers were tapping relentlessly on the steering wheel. "What did you mean by my style make you want to curl in a ball and cry?" That had bugged him and he was going to let it go but he just couldn't.

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