How the misery begins

I woke up the next morning feeling like shit. I was in a really bad mood, not for any particular reason, it was just one of those days. I pulled out an old iron maiden shirt and put it on, then shuffled into some black skinny jeans and shrugged on a grey jacket then made my way down stairs. I skipped breakfast, just drinking a few cups of coffee instead and ignoring any attempts at conversation made by Mikey or Gerard. We got into the car and started the drive to school, Gerard glancing worryingly at me through the mirror every so often as I huffed and crossed my arms. I stormed out quickly once we were parked outside the school and strode hastily through the big doors, ignoring Ray calling in the distance.

The whole day was torture. I had to listen to arrogant assholes ramble on about how 'algebra is totally stupid' and 'we shouldn't have to do religious education if we're not religious'. I mean, how much more obnoxious do you want to be, the world doesn't freaking revolve around you? Lunch was no fun either, they all attempted to talk to me, but I was to irritated and I was scared that If I spoke I'd snap and say something horrible to them. The rest of the day was pretty much the same, I sat in my seat gazing out of the window, tapping my pen on the desk and generally not giving a crap. At soon as school ended, I ran to the parking lot and waited for the guys, they turned up soon enough and we drove home. I walked through to the living room and fell onto the sofa, hoping to get some peace and quiet, but that didn't quite work out. Gerard and Mikey came in, looking slightly frightened, and sat in front of me, taking care with each move they made. After a few moments of silence, Gerard spoke.

"frank, we uh...we already told mom." He looked away, avoiding my eyes.
"she came home earlier than she expected last night, and we thought it would be better if we told her. She made such a big deal out of making sure you wouldn't find out, so if she got mad, it would be with us not you." Mikey interjected, defending his brother.
"i..but" I sighed, not in the mood for an argument. "What did she say"
"she took it pretty well, she said it was bound to come out sometime." Gerard said, having regained his confidence.
"okay, I guess I'm okay with that, just as long as she didn't flip out or whatever." I exhaled, leaning back on the sofa.

MIkey suggested that we watch a movie in gerards room, a room in which I had never been. I agreed, and was confused when they headed towards the door.
"where are we going?" I asked.
"Gee's room, he lives in the side building" Mikes replied, still walking.
"iv'e lived here for over a month, how the hell did I not notice that?" I chuckled.
"you see, but you do not observe" gerard said, tapping his temple with a smirk on his face.
"okay, calm down, Sherlock" Mikey laughed.
We walked in to the side building, and I was mesmerized. The first floor was covered in book shelves and there were tons of comic books stacked up all round. A giant, flat screen tv hung on the wall, and on the other walls were dozens of paintings and artwork, most of which had his tiny signature scrawled in the bottom left hand corner. The paintings were all quite dark and mysterious, they intrigued me, I was drawn to them. It wasn't until I heard footsteps that I realise they'd already gone upstairs, so I ran up after them.

His room was basically a smaller version of the one downstairs, except there was a bed. Mikey put on Frankenstein, and we all hopped onto gee's bed, me in the middle of the two brothers. About an hour later, Mikey said he was tired and that he was going to go to his room. I stood up to leave too, but Gerards hand latched onto mine, pulling me back towards him.
"stay with me" he said, looking hopeful.
"okay, until the movie finishes"
Half an hour later we were still sat next to each other, but I was the only one actually watching the movie, because I could feel his eyes on me. I finally turned to face him to ask why he kept staring at me, but as soon as my head moved in his direction, his lips were on mine. I was about to protest, but then he bit my bottom lip I didn't know what I was going to protest against. He tangled his hands in my hair and I rolled over so I was straddling his waist, he removed his lips from mine and began peppering tiny kisses down my jaw line and onto my neck. Once he found a spot he knew I liked, judging by the embarrassing noise that escaped my lips, he attached his lips and sucked on it. Once he'd finished, but not without leaving what would become a very noticeable hickey, he looked up at me.
"how about you stay a little longer" he raised an eyebrow.
I nodded eagerly and he pulled my shirt over my head, then ran his tongue over my torso. I let out an odd sounding moan, and then the door clicked open.
"oh my freaking god"
Mikey.

Notes

Hey guys, not that you'll care, but guess what?
some asshole in my science class spilt fuel all over the table and floor and set it on fire 'accidentally' and I was right next to it AND HE NEARLY SET ME ON FIRE BECAUSE THE FUEL GOT ON MY LEG,
sorry, just needed to rant about it somewhere. Anyway, here's an update that kind of has smutt in, so enjoy :)