My tragic romance chapter 27

Chapter twenty seven- Going home.
[the next day]
“good morning Alex!” Michelle smiled.
“yeah.” I grumbled and poured a cup of coffee.
“you seem happy this morning.” she laughed.
“yeah. I spent all night thinking.”
“about?”
“Frank.”
“oh.” she looked down.
“are the guys up?” I looked around.
“in the back room.” she smiled.
“alright.” I walked into the back room. “guys, can I talk to you?”
“yeah, what’s on your mind?” Ray said taking the headphones off.
“um… guys…. I’m going to leave.”
“what do you mean?” Bob said. I looked down. Every one was looking at me.
“I am leaving. Going back to jersey.”
“WHAT?!” Gerard stood up, “WHY?!”
“I want to be with frank. I miss him a lot.”
“Lexi! You can’t leave us!” Mikey looked up at me.
“mikey…”
“no lexi. You can’t leave us! We need you here! We took you with us since we knew how bad it hurt you when we left. We’ve only been on tour for a month!” Mikey’s eyes seemed to be watering up.
“mikey, I’m sorry.”
“Alex, are you sure?” Gerard walked over and stood next to me.
“I’m sure.” I nodded slightly.
“guys, we rightfully can’t tell her not to leave.” Ray looked over at me.
“Alex, if you want to leave…. We won’t hold you back.”
I nodded, “thanks guys.” I headed back out into the living area with Michelle. I wasn’t going to tell her I was leaving. I sat down and took a sip of my coffee.
“Alex, are you okay? You look like you are going to cry.” she put her hand on my arm.
“I probably am.”
“WHAT?! WHY?!”
I sighed, “Michelle promise me you won’t get mad at me.”
“okay.” she looked at me weird.
“I’m leaving.”
“to go where?”
“back to jersey.” I looked down at my coffee.
“… you’re coming back right?” she looked at me.
“no. I’m staying there. I’m going back home. Back to school, back to Frank.”
She looked down, “but, I came on tour with you…. You were the reason I came. Not Mikey.”
“I know.” I took a sip of coffee.
She started to cry, “Alex, I don’t want you to leave!”
“I’m sorry.” I looked down. A few tears landed in my coffee. I took the note out of the sweatshirt pocket and handed it to her.
“what’s this?” she asked opening it.
“just read it.” I kept my eyes locked on my cup.
“Alex….”
“Frank had it in his pocket. I opened it last night. This is why I am going back home.” I sniffled.
She sighed and stood up, “well, have fun.”
I looked up at her, “Michelle…” she walked out of the room.
I sighed and stared at the table. I could see the tears hitting the table.
… why is it every time I am happy…. Everyone else isn’t?