Never Mind About The Shape I'm In

After I brush my teeth, we decide to just hang out at my house instead of go to Gee's because Mikey will do that thing he does were he gets all shrinky and makes you question your life just from asking if you want coffee. Anyways, we just kind of snuggle on my bed and watch Punk'd until it's ridiculously late/early, then we talk until he falls asleep.

I'm not tired though, so I get up and go to the fridge were I happen across some cherry pie. Too lazy to heat it up, I just eat it cold and think about the kiss and his eyes right before he went for it and the way he was right there with me upstairs and how easy it was. How there was no awkward friends turned couple moment...
Are we a couple?
I mean he is fresh off a break up and I mean I'm me, but I'm not a bad rebound, so maybe he was lonely and knew I'd be there for him. Maybe I misread this and he needs a friend, not a whatever I thought I was tonight. I got the window and lean on the wall next to it, looking at the scenery out side... or lack thereof and let myself sulk.

Before the rainclouds can properly form above me, I see something I really don't want to see outside the window. He's at my door. Well, at Gerard's door with hard expression on his face. The same expression he had when he caught me after I rejected him, kicked him in the balls, and ran. On the brightside, Mikey and Ray should be asleep, so no one'll answer the doo-
Mikey pulls the door open sporting some tosled hair and navy blue boxerbriefs and I facepalm for him because he probably thought it was me and/or Gerard.

I look back up and Andy's stomping up my walkway ,Mikey just shortly behind with a sparsely dressed Ray sprinting out of the house to catch up and yeah, when he he's running like that I can see the muscles in his legs and I can see why Mikey would wanna-

There's a knock at the door and I look around for shirt. There's none to be found, but at least I have sweats on so I head to the door and as soon as I have it ajar, it's shoved the rest of the way and I'm slammed against the wall with a firm grip on my jaw. When I finally have my wits about me, I realise the door is locked with Mikey and Ray still trying to get in.

"What do you want?!" I spit

"I've got him now." He says digustly calmly. "Let's have fun, Frankie."

I knee him in the direction of his crotch and once he stumbles back a bit I go for the door. Gerard's in here, but he sleeps like a rock and if Andy doesn't know he's in here he doesn't need to. Ray's bigger that Gerard anyways. Where the hell is Bob?

"Sweetheart, let's be good. Okay?" I flinch back from his soft voice and kind touches.

"Get the fuck away from me you psycho bitch!" I slap his hands away and try for the door again until he picks me up and throws me to the couch before stradling my legs and holding my wrists with a bone crushing force. I guess crazy people are always strong. I struggle because whatever he's gonna do, I can't stop, but I sure as hell wont make it easy for him.

Once again, I launch myself towards the door and this time I get there and I ignore the pain in my wrists from pulling free and fumble for the lock,but then he's dragging me back to the sofa and believe me I'm kicking and screaming. This time he sets me down on the couch gently.

"Relax, baby. I promise I'm not gonna do anything bad. Alright, Frankie? So just relax." He sits down on the carpet in front of me and I start to feel lightheaded. My limbs feel like jelly and my eyes water with the effort of pushing myself to sit upright.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I whisper "Why can't you just leave me alone?"

He grabs my knee and wipes away a tear of his own, eyes downcast. "Because you're all I've got in this world. You're the only person who's ever given some kinda damn about me. I'm sorry, but I need you and I'm sorry that I'm an asshole with know hope for happiness that'll look at me like a person. You don't even look at me like a person anymore." Then, he looks at me with doe eyes and me being the softy I am tug him up to sit beside me and I give him a big ol' hug.

"I obviously have a lot of questions and I think they'll have to wait, but I like someone else, man. I mean I think I maybe love..." I sigh and readjust my arms around him. "You'll find someone. You've got stuff going for you. I don't know what's going on, but I think you're just a little broken right now."

We just sat for awhile, then I heard them strart frantically banging on the door and shouting for me. I get up and walk to the door, but before I open the door, I look over my shoulder at him sitting there hugging a pillow. "You can stay here."
His head snaps up. "Really?"
I nod. "As long as you want." I let them in and after making sure everything's okay, Mikey goes straight to my room. The three of us left just watch Lady in the Tramp with a gigantic bowl of ruffles and huge slices of cold cherry pie.

I wonder if I made a mistake and he's faking it. Faking being scared and alone in the world and desperate for a friend for some version of family. What if my judgement is wrong? But I have to take that risk. I have to hope he's being honest because who am I to turn him away when those four guys have never and would never turn there back on me. I know sometimes I forget it, but they wont leave like the others and I think every one deserves that.

Everyone has to concede that we all need someone. I'll be someone for him.

Notes

This was a bit more heartfelt than originally anticipated, but hey I'm mushy like that, so I hope you enjoy it.

OKAY so I just read this book called City of Bones by Classandra Clare and IT IS GOOOOOD. I don't care if you don't like books. Read it. It's great. The end killed me a liitle, but the rollercoaster was fun.
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