You're Beautiful To Me.

Selena's P.O.V.

Once I got to my new house I looked in the drive way. No car. Aunt Rosie must be working late tonight. I walked through the unlocked door. I was taken back by the sweet smell of honey and vanilla. That's how Aunt Rosie's house had always smelt. I was expecting a more purified-air kind of smell like my house. The house I would never step foot in again. I set my bag down on the couch in the living room and went to my room. The house was so bright compared to mine. My house was larger than most two story houses and was very brown. Medium brown walls, a huge oak table, art of forests. My parents had always liked wooden things. I stopped at the room that Aunt Rosie had hung a wooden sign on. "Sel's Room!" Aunt Rosie had always ever called me Sel. I never saw much of her due to distance, so living with her was going to take a bit of getting used to. I twisted the cold metallic door knob and walked in. The same sweet smell brushed my face when I entered. The room was made up and looked nice. The bed had a quilt folded on top of it. The walls were painted a bright purple and there was a T.V. on a shelf in front of the bed. This seems livable. After I had looked around my room a bit I got bored. I went into the bathroom to look at myself. My eyes were still puffy and red. I turned on the sink and splashed my face with some water. I wanted Mikey to hold my hand again. Aunt Rosie wasn't going to be home for a while so i though I would look around. The house was pretty simple. It was small and plain. Nothing much to look at. I decided to take a nap to ease all my thoughts of today. I walked to my room and laid on top of my bed without pulling the blankets up or anything.
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Mikey's P.O.V.

I woke up around five P.M. and went down stairs to get a snack. I passed Gerard on the stairs and glared at him. He stopped but I kept walking.
"Mikey. Come on dude. What else do you want me to do?" I stopped on the fourth step, but never turned around.
"There isn't anything you can do. You fucked up dude. I'm just pissed." Finally I turned to face him. "Maybe you should have stopped bullying me when I didn't care. Before it got to this point. This isn't even about Selena." Once I finally said it out loud, I realized how true it really was. "It's about how you have always teased me. Bullied me. Your own brother. How could you do something like that?" And then I looked at him. I actually looked at him for the first time in years. I noticed how sad his eyes were. The dark circles under his eyes and his worn out jacket. I was on the verge of tears now. "Your own brother." And I turned and walked away before he could see a stray tear fall from my eye. I ran into the bathroom and I wanted to scream. Tears waterfall-ed down my cheeks and into the sink. My eyes burned. I wiped the tears off my face and turned on the sink. I plugged up the drain and the sink filled with water. I dropped my head into the water and kept it there for a few seconds. The water felt cold and refreshing on my face. I was glad that the cold had taken everything off my mind for a moment. I needed it.
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Gerard's P.O.V.

"How could you do something like that? Your own brother." Mikey turned and walked away from me. I was speechless. I didn't know what to do but stand there being dumbstruck. After about a minuet of just standing there, I decided to just go to my room, like my original intent. I pried my hand off of the railing and turned toward my room. On my way there, I stopped at a plain white door. Mikey's door. I looked around to make sure he wan't around and went in. It smelt like his cologne that he used. I had always been jealous that he had that cologne. It smelled nice but it was discontinued so I never had any, and Mikey kept his to himself. Everything was neat. That was probably our biggest difference. He was always neat and organized. I was lucky if I could pick up my socks. Ever since we were little he has been neat and I was always a bull in a china shop. Another thing that was different about us was that he could always forgive. No matter what someone had done to him, he would forgive them. Me on the hand, I kept grudges. Always have. It's always been hard for me to forgive people. Even if I wanted to it was hard. But Mikey always forgiven people. Except this time. This time I really did fuck up.

Notes

Introducing Gee's P.O.V. c: Sorry if it's short, I was at a friend's house most of the day. BTW I have a plan for this story and it's sad so prepare.

~Onyx