Don't tell mom

"Gerard, come sit down." Frank said, his eyes on my while I towered over the paper clustered desk. My arms flexing as they held my body up as my eyes darted down on the surface.

"Gerard?" He called again, in my head I just imagined myself replying back to him.

Just a second, I'm coming. Be right there. But again, all those were said in my head, I couldn't talk. I was still upset, extremely. No words could compare with the hot lump in my throat.

Next to the warm lump in my throat, I felt a hand on my shoulder. A too familiar hand snaked around my waist.

"Gerard come on." He purred against my neck, his chin rested upon my shoulders.'

"What movie are we going to watch?" I managed to ask.

"Um, someone told me about this really weird clown movie, I don't know it sounded cool." He answered, his body rocking behind mine.

"What's it called?" I implied, my hands covering over his.

"Amusement or something like that." Frank said before moving his hand away to push hair out of his face, his hot breath burned my skin as it also sent ice cold sparks to race down my spine.

"Yeah lets go." I smiled, turning to face him. He smiled too as he lead my back to my bed, I fell onto my back against the mattress. My body moved as a new wave rippled on the bed as Frank sat down, reaching to the floor to grab something.

“Hey what’s your Netflix password?” He turned to me, his eyes dropping down on me.

“Uh, W- Just let me do it.” I caught myself, pulling my body up as I sat cross legged. Quickly I typed in the password, throwing the remote back to Frank. He nodded a thanks before turning back to the screen.

Like always, the netflix took forever to load. Frank and I were silent as we watched the red screen, waiting for it to finish loading. Right away, Frank was eager to start the movie as he started flipping through the categories till he was in horror. It didn't take long till we found the movie he wanted to watch. I watched him smile as he climbed over by me, his head on my chest while the rest of his body was pushed up against me.

I didn't mind Frank being so close to me as I put my arm around him, he purred in approval as he looked towards the screen. I did the same but my mind was else where, but Frank didn't notice as my thoughts continued.

I still couldn't understand how Mikey's face could be bruised that bad, I only punched him once.. But maybe I wasn't the only one that hit him. That could only leave two answers, jocks were jerking around with him.

Or it was Ray. That was probably it, why Mikey's always by him because he's scared what he’ll do to him. Rays abusing my brother?

“Hey, are we getting food.” A small voice floated in my ear, tiny compared to the thoughts that ran through my head.

“Hmm? Oh, I don’t know, if you want to.” I said.

“Order Chinese food.” Frank mumbled, moving his body closer to me.

“You have a phone.” I said, nudging my arm so I pushed him back a few inches.

“Whatever.” He answered trying to sound irritated but it only came out with a laugh. My eyes followed him as he trailed off else where in my room, disappearing as I heard him climb the stairs.

I fell back into my seat as I was alone, not having anything to do and not having anything to block my thoughts out. Nothing to block Mikey out.

I needed to talk to him, I needed to make sure he was safe. I just needed to hear his voice. I need to tell him I’m sorry, that I love him. As in his brother.

“urrrghhh.” my throat groaned as my hands slapped over my face. Everything just has to be complicated, he just had to be my brother.

My view was dark as my hands still covered my eyes, my back flat against my bed. I couldn’t do it, I needed him. I needed to call him.

That’s it! I can call him. My body leaped over to my desk as I picked up my phone.

“Who you calling?” I jumped as I heard a voice behind me.

“Um, my parents.” I felt my face grow hot.

“Oh ok.” He answered jumping into my bed, I sighed as I suppose I should call my parents now that I told Frank that. I looked back at him as he laid comfortable on the bed as his eyes watched to movie he turned on himself.

My phone rang a few times before my mom answered.

“Hello?”

“Hi mom.”

“Oh hi sweetie, how are you and Mikey doing?” She asked, her voice lightening up.

“Were good, were getting Chinese food and watching a movie.” I replied, my finger tracing shapes on my desk.

“We might be coming back late sunday night or Monday morning, I’m sorry we’re gone for so long it’s just a really important convention for work.” She apologized, her voice sincere.

“It’s fine, you do whatever you gotta do.” My body dropped to my desktop chair, spinning around as I heard my mom talk.

“Tell your brother I love him, no have fun but don’t burn down the house.”

I laughed, “yeah, yeah we will.”

“Good night.”

“Bye.” I smiled as I hung up the phone, spinning my chair so I faced Frank. He looked at me for a few seconds before turning back to the screen. His back rose and fell as he laid on my stomach, the dip in his back sinking so low that he resembled roadkill. I only laughed at my own joke before Frank turned to me.

“What?” He cocked his head.

“Nothing.” I replied as I continued to spin in my chair.

“I hate you.” Frank whined as he turned away.

“No you don’t.”

“Yes I do.” Frank said as he kept his head straight.

“Then you can go home.” I turned to him. His face flushed red before he ducked his head.

“Fine, I don’t hate you.” He mumbled.

“That’s what I thought.” I smirked as I made my way over by him. Frank moved a little to make room for me as I laid by his side, watching the horrible movie.



Frank was still by my side when I woke up, fully clothed as we laid under the blankets. No sex or anything last night. We did.. nothing. We watched a movie and stayed silent after that. I never questioned his silence and he never questioned mine, it was for the better because I wasn’t paying attention to the movie or anything. My mind was blank, all I remember was darkness of nothing. I was basically empty.

I don’t know what it was that made me get out of bed, it even confused me that the only reason I left was to grab my phone. Finding myself speed dialing Mikey.

I jumped back a bit when I noticed how fast he answered, a loud bang went through a line when I heard a voice.

“Who was that?”

"Gerard. Just ignore it I declined the call anyway I'm still upset about him hitting me y'know and he's probably with Frank anyway." My heart got a weird feeling as it it was frozen when I heard Mikey, but I stayed on the line.
"What were you saying before he called?"

" I wanted to talk to you about that day Gerard saw us." So Ray’s the one talking.

"In my room? What about it?"

"Well you know how you thought we caught or something?"

"yea."

"Well what if we did get caught?"

Woah, woah woah. No.

"What do you-"

"like what if we did get caught doing something..." My body cringed at Ray’s words but I didn’t have the willpower to end the call.

"You mean us? Getting caught...wha-oh. Oh."

"I mean why not?"

"Ray you know I love you right?"

"ya I know you love me. I love you too which is why we should get caught together as a couple, not in public maybe, but just being able to be at your house and actually do stuff with out worrying..."

His words echoed in my head as I pulled the phone away from my ear. Dropping it as my hands began tugging at my hair. My face was on fire my eyes stung as I felt the first tear roll down my cheek/

“Gerard?”

Notes

This is the worst my writer's block has ever been.. I'm working on side projects though, I got stuff coming up for Sex and Violence and fan art for other stuff. Doing a band logo for Marty and the Bodysnatchers. Like them on Facebook, they're pretty cool. But yeah, sorry it took so long and sorry it sucks I just can't write anymore and I'm crying. But school's almost over so then I don't have anything else to worry about. I'm just trying to stay on top of my grades so I can go to Warped Tour in July. But for now, enjoy.