Written: Christmas of 2020

Warnings: Depression

It was a few days before Christmas, and all through the house, everyone was happy; Except for Mikey, who for some reason, couldn't be joyful about anything this year. You tried to make him happy. You baked cookies, asked him to help you decorate, and had the kids draw him pictures. But nothing helped. He Just stayed his sad self. You had tried to ask him what was wrong, but he always said he was fine. But you could tell something was wrong. Your Mikey was never this down during the holidays. So after the kids went to bed, you decided to ask him again. You found him sitting on the couch, and sat next to him. You laid your head on his shoulder and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"Mikey Way, Why you no smile?" You Asked.
He faked a small smile. "I'm smiling." He said.
"Mikey.." you started.
"Y/N, I'm fine." He said. "Stop worrying."
"Mikes, I know something's up." You Said. "If you don't tell me what It is, all of us will have a miserable holiday."
He shook his head in disbelief. "Whatever. I'm going to bed." He said.
He got up and went to the bedroom, and you sighed. What was his deal? Why couldn't he be happy? You got an idea, and picked up your phone. You dialed a number and waited. It rang a few times, and then a sleepy voice came through.
"Hello..?"
"Gerard," You Said. "What is up with Mikey?"
He yawned. "What do you mean?"
"He's miserable." You Said. "Even the kids notice it. Do you have any idea why?"
"Well..." he said.
"What?" You asked.
"Um...the band..." he said. "We kinda, sorta..."
"You what?" You growled.
"Wesplitup." He said quickly.
"W..What?" You Shouted.
"Don't be mad! We all came to an agreement that it'd be better this way."
"Does it seem like it's better this way? Mikey has been sad all month long! It's taken you this long to tell me?"
"I thought he would've told you!" Gerard Said. "And I'm sure this is hard on him, as it is on all of us."
You sighed. "You're right...I'm sorry." You Said. "What should I do?"
"Well...you could talk to him." He said.
"Hey! Do you have anywhere to go for Christmas?" You Asked, suddenly getting an idea.
"Well...we were just gonna stay home."
"Call the rest of the band, and come over Christmas at six." You Said, then hung up.

A few days later, you prepared a Large meal, ignoring Mikey's questions about the quantity. Soon it was Six pm, and there was a knock the door.
"Who's That?" Mikey Asked.
"Mikey, I know what happened." You Said.
"You do?"
You nodded. "I thought it'd be nice to do something special and everything, so.." you said. "Guys, come in!"
The door opened, and Gerard, Frank, And Ray, And their families stood there, smiling.
Gerard came over and hugged you and Mikey. "Merry Christmas guys!" He said.
"Uncle Gerard!" The kids exclaimed, running up to him and hugging him tightly.
"Have you been good this year?" He asked.
They both nodded.
He smiled. "Then you deserve this!" He pulled a couple of boxes out of his coat pocket and handed one to each of them.
"Thank you!" They Both said happily.
They ran off with their little boxes, and Gerard hugged Mikey again.
"I'm sorry that splitting up has ruined your Christmas." He said. "I hope us being here is okay."
"Are you kidding me? You guys being here...Christmas seems happier again." Mikey Said.
"Well, this was all Y/N's idea.." Gerard Said, smiling at you.
Mikey turned to you. "Really?" He asked.
You nodded.
"Man...I'm sorry I was such a dick." He Said.
Lindsey covered her daughter's ears, and Mikey bit his lip.
"Sorry." He said, then looking back at you. "And I'm sorry to you and the kids. I really don't deserve you guys."
"Group hug!" Frank exclaimed.
The kids came running in right away, and hugged Frank, then all of you huddled together into a giant emo hug. There was just a bit of silence, until one of the kids shouted "Let's eat!"