How dreary an existence he must lead.
How exceptionally boring he must be.
How unremarkable he must be.
How little of an impression he must make.
How empty he must feel.
How prone to nothingness he must be.
How completely useless he must be.
How painfully sad his parents must be.
How laughably alone he must be.
How dreadfully him.
With anyone else, the words would have cut deeper than any knife ever could. With anyone else, tears would have pooled in their eyes.
Something reminiscent of a cat's smile curled it's way onto Gerard Way's face. He spat something sarcastic and mocking back at the voices he heard all around him. A laughed found it's way out of his throat when they continued, eliciting smartass after smartass remark.
He stood in front of the mirror, straightening his red tie and giggling at the ridiculous accusations and wonderings. His long, artistic fingers danced over the silky fabric and tightened the strange Windsor knot he had learned from Juliet.
He didn't seem to notice his brother standing in the doorway, wearing an understandably worried expression and sad eyes. Gerard was laughing at nothing. He was undermining comments that weren't being said. He was scaring Mikey
"Hey Gerard," said Mikey softly, gaining the boy's attention. He turned from the basement mirror and grinned happily, eyes bright as they gazed at his brother.
"Hi Mikey," chirped the sharp looking black-haired boy, although he could hardly be called a boy any longer, what with his tall, newly-muscled frame and mature features. The only thing holding him back was the boyish charm the hazel eyes still held.
His brother strode up to him, straightening the boy's tie once again and ruffling the messy raven hair. "Ready for the trial, bro?"
Shrugging, he turned back to the mirror and flattened his unruly hair again. "As I'll ever be," he replied, a sudden tired note in his voice.
"Look," said Mikey sternly, grabbing his shoulders. "I know you don't want to see Them again after what they did, but you have to believe me; everything will work out for the best, okay?"
His older brother nodded and smiled hesitantly at him.
"Right. Now, let's go bother Frank while he gets dressed."
Frank and Gerard stood alone, silently, together. The shorter boy rested his head on the taller's chest as they swayed lightly, enjoying each other's company and humming contentedly. They let their eyes close and arms engulf one another in a comforting hug.
"When did you decide I was your's?" murmured Frank, glancing up at Gerard momentarily.
The boy in question let his head rest on his...whatever he was and sighed lovingly. "The moment you wandered through that door and promised me you would come back, I decided you were mine, and mine only."
Frank laughed lightly. "Couldn't get much more cheesy than that," he chortled, pressing his lips gently to Gerard's neck, receiving a small giggle in reply. "C'mon, hun, let's get going; no need to be late, huh?"
The eldest Way sighed sadly and squeezed Frank tighter.
"I'll be with you the entire time, Gee; you'll be absolutely fine, I promise."
"Thank you, Frank."
For more than he will ever know.

Notes

Okay, I lied, next chapter will be the hard fact shit. This is just kind of cute and I needed this. My temper has been over the roof lately and this helps.
Anyways, teapartypoison and I may or may not have a surprise comin' at you in a couple of weeks, so be on the lookout for something from us, if you like this so much.
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-Stitches