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Sex and violence.

Chapter five

Gerard's P.O.V

I stayed in the basement with Frank for the entire movie, even though we didn't really talk through it... Which was okay because the movie was pretty cool. I mean, the first one I saw in a long time. My first horror movie actually.. Me and Mikey would always watch super hero movies, nothing too scary.

Just as the credits came up on the screen, I pulled myself off Frank's cold floor.
"Well, that was interesting." I say as I stretch my body. A yawn crawls up my throat as I turn around and find Frank curled up in his blanket. I only smile when I see how cute he is.. Even if he is a total jackass.. he's still adorable.
"Good night, Frank." My whispers travel across the basement as I hop back up the stairs and in the kitchen. The green letters on the stove flash the time, 11:32. Well, it's getting pretty late. I should go to bed myself. My feet drag themselves across his floors as I make my way in my new room.

My legs slip out of my skinny jeans, I leave my hoodie on before I slide myself under Frank's blankets. His scent still lingers on them as I cuddle myself in them. My spine sings in joy as it's laid flat.. The first time in a long while that I'm in a real bed.. With that I fall asleep within minutes.. all wrapped up in Frank's blanket.



Frank's P.O.V

Not gonna lie, I kind freaked out when I woke up in the basement on the couch. As my eyes adjusted to the dark room, I remember. I have a new "brother" and he's upstairs. In my bed. In my room. In my fucking life.

I rub my heavy eye lids as they refuse to go back to sleep. So with nothing better to do, I throw my legs over the couch and drag myself up the stairs. I catch the time real quick, just a little past midnight. For another few minutes, I stand there in the kitchen in silence. Staring out in space until my stomach starts growling for food.

I hold my hungry stomach as I slide my black socks across the floor to the pantry. Before I even open it, I know what I want to eat. What I always eat for a midnight snack. My hand reaches for an orange packet of Ramen noodles. I almost wake up the whole neighbor hood when I try to grab a pot but end up almost dropped another five. Lucky for my reflexes, I catch them before they fall.

I sigh in relief as I turn around, but jump up ten feet when I find a figure in front of me.

"Oh, Frank I didn't mean to scare you." His voice is heavy with sleep. God damn prick. Sneaking up on people like that. Unbelievable.

"Just forget it." I drop the pot on the counter as I try and catch my breath. "Why are you even up?"

"You were pretty loud and I just decided to come out. Why?" I watch him as he drops himself on the table.

I roll my eyes as I remember what my dad said 'treat Gerard like he's your brother.' God, I seriously don't need to let him down. But I can't stand the kid. Even if he is older than me. I don't have to respect shit. Just at home he's my "brother" anywhere else he's just another person I can't stand.
"Before I do anything, do you want food?" I ask with a growl.

"Nah, I'm good. But can we talk?" His eyes look up at me. I move mine to the sink where I pour water in a pot. I watch it fill up as I answer him.

"Even if i said no, you'd still try." I snarl at him as I start the burner.

"Well, I know you don't really want me here. But can we just work something out?" His voice is filled with desperation, I just flip myself over and throw my hands on the counter, leaving a loud bang echoing in the room.

"I'll tell you what sweet pea, at home I'll treat you with a little respect just to make my dad happy, but anywhere else I'll be your worst night mare." My eyes glare at him as his eyes stare up at me. He doesn't even flinch.. Who the fuck does he think he is.

"I understand.. but anywhere I'm treating you like my brother. Even if we weren't born together, I know what's right." His words are still as he picks his figure up, disappearing elsewhere in the dark hallway. My eyes just stare at him.. Fuck you, faggot.

Notes

short update but I have writers block D: ajfklfjklsdjfkldsjfsdjfkldsfjklsdjdkdsfjfkljfklfdjlksdjfdklsfjsdakl zhelp me

Comments

This just ripped me to pieces.

Lost_Soul Lost_Soul
1/18/16

Oh no no no! He called him Drew I cannot keep reading I'm about to DIE!

KayKay KayKay
6/30/15

I'm rereading this bc its life

xXLudicrousXx xXLudicrousXx
6/2/15

Wow, im so sad that gerard and drew died (I got a bit confused at the end hospital scene, thinking gerard had survived) but damn that was a good ending, if you write a proper novel for sure I'd read it

@Blood Bunny
I don't know how id make a sequel out of this one but I'm trying to come up with another good story line that doesn't die out O: