(Frank)
How would I even attempt to tell him how I felt?
'Hey! Mikey, I'd take a bullet for you.'
I wouldn't put up with life anymore if Gerard turned his back on me, that's why I can't tell him or Mikey how I feel.
I could talk to Ray I suppose but he's Mikey's best friend, I couldn't really trust him to not speak about it.
Why is this so hard!? Why can't it be simple? Straightforward...why can't I not be in love with my best friends little brother?
I just admitted it didn't I? That I'm in love with him...I'm in love with Mikey.
But I don't fall in love.

I've been tossing and turning on the couch for an hour thinking about this, considering waking Gerard occasionally but not bothering because he wont be full on sober yet. A large sigh comes from the kitchen and I sit up, Mikey's made his way in there like a ninja and got a mug of coffee. Mikey never sleeps in...
"You've slept in Mikey!" I tell him as I walk in.
"I have not! You. Are just up early. It's seven o'clock Frank."
Of course. It had woken me. The plaguing thoughts had woken me! "Oh."
"Gerard still sleeping?" He asks as I sit down next to him, resting my head in my arms and closing my eyes.
"Course he is. Gee is like a log when he's been drunk." I realize now that he knows from the look on his face. He knows that I must know.
"Did...d-did h-he?" I nod and he shakes his head. "Son of a bitch."
When I try to talk he buts in. So much for not being a big talker?
"Don't even...He's lying!"
"Mikes...you're so close, why would he tell me you're bisexual and be lying?" All the colour drains from his face.
"I...need...coffee." Gee sounds and looks like a zombie as he walks into the kitchen.
"Well have coffee you idiot! Don't even call yourself my brother Gerard!" Mikey yells as he throws the mug at Gerard and storms out, slamming the front door behind him, letting out whimpers and sobs as he did.
(Mikey)
I burst into tears half way down the street and sit in the middle of the pavement, resting my head in my hands.
Now Frank knows, everyone will find out.
I can't deal with that!
Maybe I should tell Frank how I feel about him.
Don't be ridiculous Mikey!
"MIKEY!" I hear Frank's voice and then loud footsteps. He stops next to me and then kneels down and wraps his arms around my, pulling my head into his t-shirt. His lips brush across the top of my head and kiss it gently. My crying stops along with my breathing.
I have to take deep breaths to recover as I begin to think, what's he doing?
"Why are you so upset? Hmm?"
"I didn't want anyone knowing! I've seen it Frank, I've seen the way they treat you."
"I wouldn't let them treat you like that Mikey. I wont tell anyone anyway."
"Why would you care about how they treat me though?" I mumble against his chest. He sighs.
"I really wish I could tell you that Mikes, but not yet. I just...do care." I pull my head away and look up at his face. "What are you thinking?"
That you're beautiful.
You're perfect.
I'm thinking about how much I'd really love to just kiss you right now.
(Frank)
I don't consider what I'm about to do.
Because I finally have the balls to do it.
I take a deep breath and then move in closer towards Mikey and press my lips to his.