Error (part two)

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"Y/n, I've noticed you've been recently ignoring calls from both Gerard and Brendon. Is there something wrong?" Mikey asked. You looked at your phone and frowned with Frank gone and your life messed up, your depression kicked up too.

"n-nothing. I-" "Y/n, if you ever need anything. Just tell me" he said and a pixelated face came on the small screen of your phone. He had brown hair, hazel eyes with glasses on, and a sharp jawline. "Mikes, who's this?" you asked, picking it up.

"I generated a face for me" he said, but this wasn't the phone talking. It was the man in it. You smiled sadly, "why?"

"I know you needed comfort to overcome a loss of a dear loved-" "dude, stop. Sure, I loved Frank but he was an asshole for cheating" you laughed a bit and Mikey smiled. "Y/n, smile more often"

"why?" you asked again, looking at him. "it looks good on you" he replied and you felt your cheeks heat up. "Oh, Y/n. You look red, are you sick? I'll make an appoin-"

You carefully placed it on the couch and put your hands on your cheeks. "Am I seriously getting flustered by a robot's compliment?" you thought and shook your head. You picked it up again and Mikey raised a brow, "do you not want me to make an appointment with your doctor?" he asked, clearly unaware of the situation. 

you shook your head, "no, it's nothing really. . . It just. . . made me feel better" "when I said you look good with a smile on, you felt better?" Mikey said, smiling a bit. You nodded and heard a beep from your phone.

Compliment Y/n more. was written on the reminders. You laughed and Mikey smiled, "thanks, Mikes" you said and he nodded as he turned himself off.

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"Gerard, help me find my phone" you whined as you search his house for your phone. Gerard rolled his eyes and smiled, "alright, where did you last put it?" he shouted as you went upstairs. "I don't know!" you shout back, going inside his room. Gerard huffed and searched in the living room.

He spotted a shiny phone on the coffee table. He picked it up and saw the screen light up. He saw a text from. . . Mikey?





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