What's the Worst thing I can Say?

Gerard's POV

This morning, I woke up early enough to see Mikey get ready for school. Realizing I was awake, he smiled a mile wide.

"What're you doing so damn early?"

I shrugged. "Saying goodbye to my bro."

He lifted his bag upon his right shoulder and hurried his way down the stair steps. Unlocking our bronze colored lock, he ran out the door faster than a bullet.

I was going to get ready for school too until I realized the time, 2:00 in the morning. Not only was I alone, but I had four hours to myself. And nothing to keep me busy. I dug through my pocket for something to keep me busy. Something that felt good, and something I must keep and do myself. Something small and metallic. What was that alt. indie song on the radio saying? Ah yes. Water is sweet but blood is thicker.

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