Correction. They weren't just kissing. They were full on making out.

Frank giggled and covered his eyes, miraculously running into the next room without running into anything.

"Ew. I could've lived my whole life without seeing my brother make out with someone." Mikey was startled by the sound of my voice and fell off Ray, limbs flailing and just barley missing the table.

"Gerard!" Mikey squeaked. He sat on the table and put his hands in his laps innocently, like I hadn't just caught him making out with someone, and leaving a flustered Ray in the couch. "So what's-" he cleared his throat. "What goes on?"

I giggled. "Oh, you know. Went to see Dr. Chris. Found my brother making out with his best friend. Nothing unusual." Mikey and Ray turned matching shades of red. "What goes in with you guys?"

"We were watching a movie!" Ray blurt out.

Mikey slowly turned to look at him. "A movie? Really?"

"What?" Ray asked.

"The TV isn't on, Ray," I said.

"Oh."

"Gee, did Mikey and Ray stop eating each other?" Frank yelled from the other room.

I burst out laughing. "Yes, Frank. They stopped eating each other."

"We were not eating each other," Mikey argued.

"It sure looked like it, Mikes. Kids never lie."

"Kids never lie?" Mikey asked. "Watch. Frank, who ate the last s'mores cookie?"

Mikey looked smug until Frank replied, "me."

His face fell. "You were suppose to blame it on someone else," Mikey whispered loudly.

"But that's lying and lying is bad. Now, why were you trying to eat Ray?"

"I was not trying to eat Ray," he replied, indignantly.

"Give it up, Mikes. You've been caught."

"Fine. Gerard, I'm gay and I'm dating Ray."

I snorted. "No shi-crap. I knew you were gay, Mikes."

"Wha? How!"

"Well, for one: I'm gay, we kinda know these things. And for two I only have one word: unicorns."

"Fuck you," he grumbled.

"Mikey said another bad word," Frank said.

"Yes he did. He's been saying lots of bad words, hasn't he?" Frank nodded.

There was an awkward silence that Frank broke by jumping on the couch right next to Ray. "Ray, why were you trying to eat Mikey?" He asked.

Mikey groaned. "Are we still on that?"

"I-" Ray started but Frank cut him off.

"Does he taste good?" I started laughing again. Ray and Mikey blushed again.

"I think you've had enough torture. Run along to your rooms now."

"Wait, who?" Mikey asked.

"All of you." The three of them got up to walk to their rooms. "Don't do anything Frankie could hear," I called to Mikey and Ray.

"Shut up!" They chorused. I laughed and went to watch TV on the couch.

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