I wanna know the taste of your lips by heart

The other day, I woke up before Mikey. At first I opened one eye and saw that I wasn’t in my room, remembering what had happened a couple of hours ago. Then I looked at Mikey’s small frame, snuggled in my arms and I smiled to myself. He was beyond cute, with his fists, pressed against his chest and his moist lips slightly parted, his hair stuck up in every possible direction. I pressed my lips to his temple for a brief moment and then I was out of bed, carefully slipping under his weight.

Just as I was trying to sneak into my own room and get changed, my mom should’ve heard me and called me from downstairs

“Gerard, come here please!”

I obliged, slowly making my way downstairs.

“Hi…”, I said awkwardly.

“ I was wondering, do you know if Mikey is awake?”, she asked me, a little concerned.

“What? No! I mean, ahem, no, I think he’s not. Why are you asking?”, I answered too quickly and I’m sure my eyes were twice their normal size.

“Gerard, what’s happening? Is Mikey okay? I heard him screaming last night and I got really worried. Plus, he’s never around when I or your dad is at home. Neither you are. So please, tell him to come downstairs when he wakes up, so we can have a normal breakfast like a family”, she told me. I assured her he’s fine and that I’ll tell him and I went to my room, changing into a pair of skinny jeans and a plain black t-shirt with a little paint on it. I then went to his room and woke him up.

“Mikey, mom wants to see you”, I said quietly.

“No!”, he said, a little too loudly and I shushed him.

“I’m sorry. But no, she can’t see me like this”, he lowered his voice this time and pointed at the bruises, covering his pale face.

“I have an idea!”, I said after a couple of seconds and disappeared out of his room. When I returned with powder and foundation in hand, he looked at me confused at first, then he looked down at my hands and he understood.

“Well, are you sure it’s going to work?”, he asked nervous.

“Nope. But we have to try or else she’ll see and won’t buy your I-fell-down-the-stairs shit, you know”

“You’re right. Go for it then”

I started coating his face with both powder and foundation since the bruises were pretty hard to cover. God, this was kinda nice. I mean, not the bruises, but the way I touched his perfect face gently and we looked into each other’s eyes the whole time. When I was done, I cleared my throat.

“Erm, it’s done”

“Does it look good?”

“You’re beautiful…but why do you ask me, look for yourself”, I dragged him to the bathroom.

“I know it’s not perfect and the foundation is a bit lighter than your skin but…”, I added as we went to the mirror in the bathroom.

“No, it will totally do the trick!”, he said happily “You know, I hate lying to her, but I have to”

“I know, Mikey”, I sighed, looking at his reflection in the mirror.

“Thank you, Gee”, he whispered, touching my cheek.

“You have some powder on your lips”, I said, looking at his mouth.

“Oh”, he was just about to brush it off with his fingers when I did it for him and then kissed him, tugging at his bottom lip gently while wrapping my arms around his waist. He gasped a little and I smiled.

“Wow”, he said breathlessly.

“We should probably get downstairs before mom freaks out. Get changed, will you?”

*time lapse*

So, we had breakfast. Dad had already gone to work so it was only me, Mikey and mom. She was still kinda suspicious about what was going on with Mikey, but with Mikey’s biggest bruise being on his forehead and his fringe falling over it and the other bruises being well-covered with make up, she didn’t even ask him about it. I dare say, I was quite relieved when breakfast was over and I could tell Mikey was as well. It probably would be nice, having a proper breakfast with our mom since she was always so busy- only if we didn’t have two secrets to hide. But we did, unfortunately, and when we finished eating, we quickly sprinted off to our rooms.

It was Saturday and I was glad, that meant we didn’t have to go to school and deal with the jocks. I had work to do, though. As soon as I got in my room, I found my phone and dialed an all-too-familiar number. I waited two signals and then he answered.

“Gerard?”

“Hey, Kyle! I didn’t wake you up, did I?”

“Oh, no, no, I was up already. So, what’s up?”

“Well, I was wondering if you have time today to um, you know, hang out and talk?”

“I was going to hang out with Dean and Jimmy today, but I guess I can put it off and meet them later. In the park, at around one? Is it okay with you?”

“Yes, great! Thank you, Kyle. Meet you there”

After that I had some time on my own since it was only 11 and I decided to listen to some good pop punk- Blink-182, Sum 41, Simple Plan, Green Day, Yellowcard, Neck Deep, Billy Talent, Forever The Sickest Kids, this kind of stuff. Mikey soon joined me and we pretended to play “air guitar” and laughed for about a whole Green Day album. Then we just laid on the floor, singing the lyrics to random songs.

“So, what are we doing today?”, Mikey turned to me after some time.

“Uh, I’m actually meeting Kyle for a couple of hours…”, I said, feeling guilty without any reason.

“Oh, Kyle, yeah…of course. Well, tell him I said thank you. You know, about stopping them beating me. It could’ve been so much worse if it wasn’t for him”

“I think he knows but yeah, I’ll tell him. We’re just gonna talk about things, you know? I never got the chance to explain to him, I suppose…”

“Mmhm”, he said, burying his face in my chest. I simply hugged him and we stayed like that for a while.

*time lapse*

“Kyle, mate”, I exclaimed when I saw him at the entrance of the local park. Then I hugged him-friendly.

“Ah, um, hey”, he flinched a little. Perhaps I have the ability to make people feel uncomfortable or something…

“So, what’s going on with you, haven’t talked in a while”, I said casually as we started walking around the park slowly.

“Ah, not much really. I joined an art club a couple of days ago, made a few new friends there, but that’s pretty much it. And how’s life for you? Mikey is okay, right?”

“Oh, really? That’s great, seriously! You’ve always been one to socialize with people, haven’t you? And you should show me your drawings sometime, I’d really like to see them”, I smiled at him and continued, “And me- well, there’s not much to say either. I’m kinda concerned about Mikey, though”

“How’s that?”, he said, sincerely worried.

“Well, I guess I need to start from the beginning. It’s gonna be awkward, I wished things weren’t that way but… you know”

“Yeah, well. I’ve figured out about, erm, your relation with Mikey and I’m alright with it. I mean, it’s pretty awkward, yeah, but you don’t have to worry about me”

“Just…how? How are you okay with it?”, I managed to ask.

“Don’t ask me that because I really can’t answer you. I have no idea but I just accept it. There’s also the fact I still haven’t got rid of my feelings for you, you know. But I’ll eventually get over it, don’t worry about me, as I said. I’ll always be yours and Mikey’s friend, though”, he smiled at me infectiously and nudged me a little with his elbow as we walked, surrounded by tall trees.

Not gonna lie, it kinda stung…not hurt, but stung somewhere deep inside me. It was probably just my ego though. My ego, feeling offended by the fact he was just gonna forget about his feelings for me.

“Thank you, you’re the best”, I said, nudging him back slightly. We continued nudging each other while we walked for a while.

“So, Mikey wanted to thank you for helping him. You really are a savior in his eyes now, yeah”, I said, laughing a little.

“Not at all, not at all. I doubt they’ll try to beat him again but call me if anything happens, will you?”

“Sure thing. I just wish I could help him myself. I don’t look threatening, though, so the bullies would just laugh at me, wouldn’t they? I don’t know how you make them listen to you, though. You don’t look exactly menacing either”, I smirked.

“Heeeey, I have my charm!”, he smirked back “But no, seriously… I don’t even know, I guess they just…listen, you know? Like, they think my opinion is important or something like that. It’s quite weird actually”

“And what happened when you walked in the changing rooms and saw them beating him? I’m just curious”

*flashback*

Kyle’s POV

I had a free period and I was hanging out with some friends outside of school when I remembered I’d forgotten my uniform for the PE class in the changing rooms. I told the guys I’d catch up with them later and I quickly made my way to the changing rooms. I didn’t expect to see anyone there since everyone should’ve been in class now but as I approached the changing rooms, I heard someone whimpering, a few curses and laugher. I went straight to the bulky bullies gathered around a small boy and my eyes widened- it was Mikey, Gerard’s brother. I started yelling at them and with that I stopped them hurting him any further.

“What’s going on here?”, I demanded.

“The faggot deserves it, Kyle!”, Mark, their leader said.

“You have no fucking excuse for beating him, he’s my ex-boyfriend’s brother, okay?”, I shouted at them.

“Well, that’s funny since your pretty ex-boyfriend is now fucking his own brother in the ass, isn’t he?”, Mark sneered and his ‘gang’ did too.

“Don’t you dare talk about them like that! They’re both my friends, no matter what so don’t touch them”, I said through gritted teeth.

“But Kyle, why do you keep defending his geeky emo-faggot ass? And-and he’s dating his own brother! We even have a photo of them kissing! Look”, he pulled out a photo of Mikey and Gerard kissing near school. It definitely hurt because I really liked Gerard but it still didn’t change the fact they had no right bullying Mikey. And then I snapped at them.

“Oh my god, and that’s why you beat up someone? Are you fucking stupid? You have no god damn right to lay a finger on him for his own decisions or on Gerard, okay?” They just stood there, completely dumbfounded.

*end of flashback and Kyle’s POV*

“And then you appeared. That’s pretty much it”

“So they really have a photo… do you think they’re going to use it?”, I said after a while.

“No, they can threaten and stuff but they would be too scared that if they involve the teachers or the principal, you’d say they’d beaten Mikey and they’d be suspended. So they wouldn’t tell”

“I hope so, Kyle, I really hope so”

Notes

So that's what happened!
Hope you enjoyed this chapter :з it was actually the last (and longest) one I've written so far so it may take me a while to write the next one since I also write Kill me or make me feel alive
No worries though- I'm writing both stories as soon as I have the time and inspiration to do so. c:
Subscribe, comment, vote, pleeease. xx

zombie--