For the rest of the classes, I spent the time looking down at the table or looking at the teacher, trying to avoid eye contact with Gerard. Well, that is if he was looking at me. I kept bumping into things when I tried avoiding eye contact with almost everyone because I felt like everyone knows what went on yesterday. I feel like they’re judging me, deciding if I’m good enough for someone like him. Most of the time it almost felt like Gerard was every single one of them. We walked home instead of getting a ride from Gerard. No way was I going to survive a car ride with him as the driver.

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We were now in Mikey's room, I can’t begin to fathom how I managed to get by Gerard. He must’ve been in the living room when we entered. I tried to keep a conversation with Mikey the whole way to his room pretending that everything was peachy.

"Mikes, you want your brother to murder me?" I whispered once we were inside his room.

I looked around for what seemed to be the hundredth time I've been in Mikey's room. Almost every time I come over I find something new up on his wall or on his drawers. It always fascinates me how he can go from being broke as fuck to rich and buying almost the whole comic store. I’m going have to ask him later on how he manages to get money without asking his parents.

"Shhh, no, just let me think." he murmured as he went to lock his door and began to pace back and forth in his room.

I watch him bite his nails as he stared down at the floor he was walking on. Scratching my neck and elbow to keep from feeling awkward, I began fidgeting. Which did no good. It only manage to make me panic.

"Mikes just tell me what's on your mind! I'm starting to panic here!" I said, agitated. I kept glancing at the door expecting Gerard to come bursting through them any second now to yell at me to get out.

"You like my brother?!" He asked bewildered, his hands gripping my shoulders.

"Mikey! Shut up! He's going to find out." I hissed.

I pushed him over to his bed and sat him down. I sit next to him and face him. "And why are you freaking out so much? You practically guessed it the first time when we were near the batting cages."

"It's...I don't know," he sighed. "I was just fooling around with you, but now, now it's like... It's sinking in," he rubbed his cheek with the palm of his hand.

"Oh... If you don't want me liking your brother its okay, I'll back off or something," I murmured. Looking down at my shoes as I hear Mikey shuffle about in the bed. I feel his arms go around my shoulders, his hand resting on my arm.

"No it's not that, I like that you like my brother, in fact it's probably better than her. But it's weird I guess, y'know, you being my best friend and him being my brother,"

"Yeah, I get you," I sighed in relief.

"So, he doesn't know?" he asked.

"I don't think so," I murmured sighing.

"What do you mean you don't think so? Did you tell him or something?" He turned to look at me, his arm sliding off and his eyebrows furrowing.

"Well, of course not, why do you think I'm telling you not to yell so loud. And if he did he would have said so when he kissed me." I sighed, looking down my inter wind hands.

"Wait, what? Kissed you? When?" his voice sounding bewildered.

My eyes grew wide and my heart skipped beats, as I realized what I just spilled. I began to fidget again, my hands getting sweaty, I wiped them on my jeans and looked up at Mikey. I could feel his eyes burning holes in mine, trying to read what I'm about to say.

"I-well, yeah. Today, when we were in conditioning." I stuttered, my face and heart rate relaxing a bit.

"In front of the guys?!"

"No! No, not in front of them, it was inside the guys locker rooms." my eyes growing wide again.

"Oh, okay. So no one saw?" he asked.

"I don't think so," I murmured.

"What do you mean you don't think so? What if someone did see and they started telling the whole school? Gerard's not going to like that."

"I know he's not, but it's no ones business, and they won't care, will they?" I asked, worry leaking into my voice.

"Of course it's no ones business but you know they're all going to get to him," he sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Yeah," I sighed.

"So how did it happen?"

"I kept pissing him off so it led to him kissing me," I muttered.

"Wow," he said in amusement.

"Yeah," I chuckled, seeing the funny side of my story.

I glanced between Mikey and the door, curiosity getting the best of me I asked: "Where's Gerard?"

"He's over at a friends house, I don't know at what time he's going to be here but I suggest you leave now if you don't want him to murder you." he said. That explain his careless yelling.

"Oh, okay well, I'll see you at school tomorrow okay?"

"Alright well later Frank." he got up and walked to his door opening it. I walked over to him and gave him a hug.

"Thanks, Mikes." I said, letting go.

"Anytime." he smiled. I smiled back and walked out to the hall way and into the living room Mikey following close behind. I stopped in front of the door.

"What's up?" he asked.

"I forgot I had conditioning tomorrow, fuck." I sighed and opened the door. I walked out onto the porch and down their yard.

I am officially fucked.

Notes

Super late I know!