I don't love you

I stood up and walked out of the living room and into the kitchen. Shit shit shit shit shit. I killed that little high school crush years ago. I was over him. I grabbed a bottle of wine from the rack and slid into the kitchen floor. I opened the bottle, closed my eyes, and tried to calm down as I chugged. When I opened my eyes Gerard was in front of me.
"I'm sorry," he slid down onto the floor with me. I offered him the bottle and he took it, helping himself to a generous sip.
"I liked you in high school," I confessed, "Six years ago. Jesus, six years. I don't even feel real."
"Growing up has been harsh."
"Mikey doesn't talk as much."
"Bob is bitter."
"Frank has more tattoos."
Gerard looked at me puzzled, "I never would have thought that could be possible."
"He had really fucking chill parents, didn't he?" We both nodded, each taking a sip of the wine, lost in thought. "You know what?" Gerard hummed in response, "I still like you."
We turned to face each other.
Gerard narrowed his eyes, "I think I should kiss you."
"Yeah, I think you should too."


The next morning I woke up to the smell of bacon. I had a mild headache, but it lessened as I woke up. I washed my face and put my hair into a bun before venturing into the kitchen. Frank was standing at the oven making pancakes and bacon. At the table sat Gerard and Mikey, each groggy with sleep and holding a cup of coffee. I waved then looked in the living room. Ray and Bob were cuddled up on the sofa bed still asleep. I grinned at the sight.
"Bri, how many pancakes?" Frank called from the kitchen. I walked to him before answering as to not wake the sleeping boys.
"Just one, but lots of bacon."
"I can't believe I love you enough to make this shit. Animals, Briar. You're literally eating dead animals."
"And they are delicious," I laughed and sat next to Gerard.
"So," Mikey spoke up, "I think we should call the record label people. Like, today."
"I told you: two days. We don't want to seem clingy," I said as Frank walked over with my pancake.
"I think so too Mikey."
Gerard raised his hand, "I agree. Today. Fuck clingy. I'm too excited to wait."
"Fine, what time is it?" I asked pretending to be annoyed.
"9:30," Gerard answered timidly.
I smiled, "We'll call at noon." The boys cheered earning some angry moans from the living room.
"Sounds like someone has a hangover!" Frank yelled. We could barely hear the 'fuck you' over our laughter.

Notes

Oh shit I wrote another chapter. Haha fuck the system. There will be another up very very soon (probably) and it will have a time lapse so watch out. I know where I'm going with this but I don't know where I'm going with this so I guess we'll find out okay see ya.
Xoxo B