Oh God, what did I get myself into?

I step into the corridor, not really expecting questions from my parents like “Where were you?” or “Why did you disappear for two days without even calling?”. Whatever. Besides, they surely are already asleep, so I go straight to my room, only to find Mikey up in his bed, watching television. And yes, we still share one room, for our house isn’t that big. He hasn’t talked to me much since I confessed to him and our parents I’m gay. He would greet me and all, but he totally avoids any normal conversation and I guess we just drift away from each other. He used to be the person I could tell everything to, beside my ex-best friend.

As I walk into the room and quietly shut the door, he immediately looks in the direction of the door and sees me. His eyes widen and he jumps out of bed like it’s on fire.

“Oh my God, Gerard! Where were you! I’ve been worried sick I was already waiting to hear on the news they found a body of a boy your age why the fuck did you disappear like that?”, he hugs me tightly after his little rant. Wow, I’m not used to him being so emotional, especially lately but I wrap my arms around him nonetheless, feeling happy to actually be able to be this close to my little brother. I untangle myself from him and stand there awkwardly, not really knowing what to say. No, seriously, what am I going to say ‘Oh, don’t worry, I was just hanging out with a suicidal vampire who almost killed me but then decided he couldn’t do it and now wants to help me. How has your day been?’. This is going to be hard.

‘O-oh, I was at a friend’s house, nothing to worry about. I’m sorry I forgot to call, though”, I lie lamely and look at my worn out Converses. I’m not the most convincing liar, so I will have to try hard to hide this from him. I can’t even look at him.

“Well… you better call next time because you really worried me”, I feel him stare at me.

“Of course”, I reply quietly, still looking at the ground.

“Wait, what is this?”, he asks and I finally look at him to see what he’s looking at. Oh, no.

“U-um, I, uh, I…I-“

“No, it’s…it’s fine, I mean, you don’t have to explain. I just hoped you would tell me if you have a girl- oh, sorry… boyfriend…”, he looks awkwardly away from me.

So he thinks the marks… holes on my neck are love bites. Fuck, I don’t know if I should be relieved or embarrassed. Plus, we haven’t talked about my sexual orientation and now I see how awkward this is going to be.

“M-Mikey-“

“No, um, no, it’s okay. It’s your own decision, you know. And it’s not a crime to be gay, I just… I was really confused, I… didn’t know what to think and mom and dad, you know…”, he trails off awkwardly.

“I understand that and if you don’t feel comfortable discussing it, we can just leave it”, I suggest hopefully, part of me really dreading this conversation. What if he finally says how disgusted he is with me just like Bert, my ex-best friend? What if he is ashamed to be my brother? I’m not sure I can take this.

“We need to talk about it. I just, I wanted to tell you that, uh…” I guess this had to be done.

“…I’m sorry”, he sighs.

“Yeah, I know you don’t want- what?”, I ask dumbfounded.

“I’m sorry, there, I said it twice”, he laughs a little but I’m about to cry.

“N-no, why? You don’t have to be sorry, there’s nothing you should be sorry about, Mikes.”

“I was an ass and I really am sorry. You can’t change the way you are and you don’t have to. I should’ve supported you from the beginning and I shouldn’t have cared what mom and dad say about you, you’re my brother and I love you and I just want you to know that”, he says and envelops me in another hug.

“Thank you”, I whisper in his hair and he rubs my back.

“I’ll always be there for you, okay? You can tell me anything and I promise I won’t judge you”

“Okay”, I simply reply, feeling kinda bad for not telling him about the… recent events.

“So, you wanna watch some horror movie with much gore like the good ol’ times?”, he pulls away from me and grins.

“Good idea”, we both crawl under my bed sheets after we play the remake of The Texas Chain Saw Massacre. Just like the good old days, yeah.

Later, he falls asleep on my bed but I don’t mind, I stay awake until the movie is over and after that, I decide to actually get some sleep. Feeling surprisingly tired for someone who slept two days in a row, I lay my head on the pillow next to Mikey’s and think for a while about things I never thought I would have to think about, like fucking letting a vampire help you. Why do I trust him? As far as I know, he may change his decision and kill me. But…that’s what I want, don’t I? God, I’m more than confused.

Finally, my mind lets me sleep. But it’s not exactly peaceful or relaxing, since a pair of long fangs, white as snow and a pair of piercing green eyes with little brown and golden in them, filled with lust and want, looking straight at me beneath perfectly shaped eyebrows, seem to haunt me all night.

Notes

Guyssss, this is a filler. I thought it would be nice if the chapter is from Gerard’s POV so I can introduce Mikey!
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