Aww Pickles, My Neighbor is A Hottie

***Gerard's POV***

I woke up with a dead phone and headache. Just great. I had decided to sleep on the couch outside of Mike's bedroom, so I could hear him just in case he started to flip out. I yawned and went downstairs to start coffee and eggs. I knew Mikey loved eggs so I decided to make him happy with some eggs. I threw the eggs on the stove and started the coffee machine for myself.

"She is calling me." Mikey whined from upstairs. I didn't feel like burning down his house, but I needed to go check on him. I turned the fire off and took my coffee with me as I headed towards his room. I knocked on his door lightly, not sure if he was dreaming or not. He opened it after a few seconds. He looked dreadful, like he hadn't slept in weeks. That bitch did that to him. He would always be working for her while he should be sleeping. It didn't help that I overworked the band and made them stay late hours. I guess I was thinking more for myself at the time.

"Mikey just drop the phone and go back to bed. You are going to sleep in today. I made eggs. If you want you can come and eat. Then you are going to sleep. Seriously. You look like you just woke up from hell." I tried to lighten the move. He gave me a heartful smile and walked downstairs. I ran in front of him and started the eggs again considering I only put them on for like two minutes.

"Give me a few minutes. The eggs should be done." I flipped them around. He smiled and sat at the island in his kitchen.

"Do you think she cheated for a while?" He crooked his neck. I sighed.

"Get your head off of her. It won't help." I tried to get him off the topic of Piper.

"How many songs are on the album?" He asked me. I guess he had the same idea. I thought about it while serving the eggs on a plate. I counted in my head.
Helena
To The End
You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison
I'm Not Okay (I Promise)
The Ghost of You
The Jetset Life is Going To Kill
Interlude
Thank You For The Venom
Hand Em' High
Nine songs so far. We were hoping for more by the end of the recording session, but I was to scared to show anyone my songs. We always picked out the songs together and I really didn't feel like forcing a song on them.

"Nine so far." I stood across from him and took a sip of my coffee.

"Well we should use these." He pulled sheets of paper from under his butt, or that's what I assumed. I looked at them quickly before realizing what they were. They were songs I wrote in college. I grabbed them and pulled them to my chest.

"Where did you get them?" I almost screamed in horror. I hated when people read my work unless I told them to.

"Your desk," he shrugged, "they are good Gerard." He tried to calm me down. I wrote them in college. They were not good. The two songs he found were
It's Not a Fashion Statement, It's a Fucking Deathwish, and
I Never Told You What I Did for A Living.

Why did he have to find this? I needed to burn these into hell.

"No. No they are not." I gritted through my teeth.

"Take them and rip them to shreds, both Ray and Frank have a copy. They are already learning it. Oops I forgot to tell you." He looked away and pretended to survey his surroundings. What?! Frankie and Ray both fucking have it?!

"You didn't Mikey!" I slammed my hand down. He gulped and nodded.

"You didn't even fucking ask? Are you crazy? These mean something to me and I wanted to keep them secret!" I pointed my finger at him.

"Grow up Gerard. You are goddamn amazing at writing lyrics and you need to share them with us." He eyed me. I sighed.

I guess I could show them Cemetery Drive.

Notes

A/N- Hope you like it <3 super boring chapter D: