We Don't Fight Fair

Falling, falling, falling, I closed my eyes and plunged into the icy water. It hurt like a bitch, but I stayed on the bottom. My lungs were burning, but I ignored it. I felt my brain go fuzzy, and I was extremely light headed.

I couldn't bear with it anymore. I inhaled sharply under the water, only to have my lungs fill and sting. I opened my eyes. My vision was surrounded by a ring of black. I was near the grass. The water was very deep, and if you wandered too far on the grass in the park, you would step into it thinking it was a shallow pond. Totally unaware of the drop off. This river has killed at lot of people. I remember my dad yelling at Mikey and I because we had almost ventured into it. Oh, Mikey. I didn't want to think about him. I would feel very guilty. And dad. I would see him soon enough, if I stayed at the bottom. I floated upwards unintentionally. I was still submerged, thank God.

I could feel that this was it. Only a few more minutes, as I was switching between gasping and slipping into unconsciousness.

I felt something grab my shirt. I felt the cold night air bite my skin. This could only mean one thing.

Someone saved me.

I was so disappointed I could cry. And If I had the energy, I would have. Instead, I felt someone pound on my chest repeatedly. The water that I had inhaled burned my throat. I sat up abruptly and threw up. Water and all. My eyes watered, and I heard my savior yell at someone on the phone. I couldn't make out exactly what they were saying, but I caught " I found Gerard, " "You fucking retard," and "I can't believe you even said that, what the hell is wrong with you?" I smiled the tiniest bit. That was my brother. I tried to speak out, but it came out as a groan.

Mikey was by my side, cradling my head and humming to me. I thought this was highly unnecessary, but it was comforting me. So I let him. He dragged me to his car and we drove home. I then realized, much too late, that Frank would be home. I literally screamed at Mikey "NO, NO, NO LET'S GO SOMEWHERE ELSE, ANYWHERE, DON'T MAKE ME GO IN THERE MICHEAL!" My voice was raspy , but loud as hell. Loud enough to make Mikey yelp in alarm and lay down the horn. Well it was too fucking late, we'd already gotten Frank's attention.

He rushed outside. Even in the night lighting, it was still very obvious that he had been upset. I ignored him and went into my room. Soon enough, I heard the predicted knock at the door. Fuck knows who it was. "Come in." I rasped. Frank entered. He walked right in and punched me square in the face. I covered my eye where he had punched me. "Yeah, okay, I get that you're trying to be cute and all, but it really isn't working. What the hell was that for?" My hand searched for the tissue box to stop my bloody nose from bleeding further.

"Payback." Was his simple response. He lunged at me, but I threw him off me easily. "I told you how sorry I was. I took you on an elaborate date and invited you to break up with me. Plus, it was a complete mistake. You told me you forgave me for hurting you over Mikey. You said 'forgive and forget'. Remember that? 'Water under the brid-'" I stopped short because of how inappropriate the idiom would be, and because of Frank, who had burst into very loud tears. I let a dry deep breath. I stood up to leave, but Frank clung onto my thigh and said through his tears, "I'm mad because you tried to leave me. I'm sorry Gerard. It's not true what I said. Mostly because it was very hypocritical."

He began to get over emotional again, so I kissed him. He didn't object. He instead leaned into it. Mikey walked in then, forcing us apart. He let out the most feminine scream I have ever heard. He turned quickly and rammed right into my bookshelf, loosing his glasses on the way. He obviously realized what we were in the process of doing.

He slammed the door and we both giggled, hearing Mikey screaming at the top of his lungs all the way downstairs, and outside. He was still screaming in the same breath at this point. Still screaming, he drove away. I imagined him driving, his facial expression frozen in the same one he had made when he first caught us.

Frank was eager to continue where we left off. I suppressed a laugh, still thinking about being caught. It was certainly a scene.

Pushing me against my bed, I could tell he was trying to be seductive. He was, and I was totally ready.

Let's just hope it would be quick, because, let's face it.

Poor Mikey.

Notes

Heh. What's up guys. So I was in a slightly different mood today, so I wrote this. Plus, I was just taught that if you are ever upset, try to say "TEE HEE" in the deepest voice you can.
But uh, thanks for reading, and feedback is always welcome!

Love you guys!

-Erinosaur <3