Keep it a Secret

Chapter 2:
Gerard POV:

A few days later, I walked through the front door to my mom’s house in New Jersey. I struggled to carry all of my luggage in one trip but ended up dropping it in the doorway, clothes spilling everywhere. I cussed under my breath.
“Don’t you swear in my house.” My mother came up from behind, startling me. She wrapped her arms around me and smiled. “So good to have you back home, honey. Mikey and I set up the basement back into a bedroom for you.”
Great, back to being basement Gerard, though shouldn’t be too disappointed. It couldn’t be easy having your 24-year-old son come back to live you. “Thanks mom.” I smiled and headed to the basement with the rest of the luggage that hasn’t fallen. After hauling it all on my old bed, I turned around to get the rest but instead walked right into a familiar face. One who happens to be carrying the rest of my luggage that has once again, spilled all over the floor.
“Mikey!” I screamed and hugged the living hell out of my younger brother, completely ignoring the fallen clothes.
“Oui, Gee, you’re squishing me” he laughed as I released him and smiled at the old nickname. I missed it. “I tried to salvage some of your clothes. Do you ever fold them? Or do you like going around dressed in clothes that looked like they got trampled by –“
“Don’t say unicorns”
“I wasn’t!” I raised an eyebrow at him. “Yeah, yeah. Okay, shut up. I’ll help you unpack and get situated. Then you can tell me all your adventures in Manhattan. You know, besides the...”
He stopped mid-sentence. I didn’t blame him. The falling of the towers was not something I wanted to relive and I’m sure neither was the panic that they suffered through while I was so close to the catastrophe. God I felt like such a dick for making them worry like that.
I hugged my brother again. “Its okay, Mikey. I’m okay. I’m home now and it’s all going to be alright. Understand?” He let go of me and nodded. “Alright, now what to do with my life now that I’m back home.”
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**Time Lapse**
It’s been a few days since I came back. I ended up locking myself up in my basement/bedroom and started drawing. I drew any comic book character that came to mind. Hero, villain, anything that would keep my head busy. I was getting stressed. I specifically came back home to get away from a career that had to do with drawing but that’s all I seemed to know how to do. I looked around my room for about the hundredth time that day for any inspiration but still coming up with nothing. “Fuck it.” I sighed and went upstairs to get some food.
I went straight to the coffee machine to brew a fresh pot before getting all the ingredients I needed to make a sandwich.
“Oh so he finally emerges from the cave?” Mikey chuckled, completely startling and causing me to drop the sandwich on my shirt.
“Shit, Mikey!” I looked down at my favorite Misfits shirt, now completely covered in mayonnaise.
“What? It’s not my fault you’re jumpy as fuck.”
“Michael! Gerard! Language!” we heard as shout from upstairs as Mikey winced.
“Sorry mom!” We both shouted back as I took one last look at my soiled shirt before deciding to give up on lunch.
I made my way back downstairs, fresh coffee in hand before setting it on my desk. I took off the shirt and opened the closet door for something else to wear. Then something caught my eye.
I grinned, dropping the shirt that was now starting to crust over and took my old guitar out from the back of the closet. I strummed it. Way out of tune but that could be fixed. I laid it on the bed and pulled out a fresh sheet of paper and a pen. Immediately inspiration struck and I started writing.
I wrote for hours. Scribbling out words, adding new ones, and just completely trashing the paper to restart a few times. By the time I was done, my hand was throbbing but I couldn’t care less. I smiled maniacally at the outcome before scribbling down a title.
“Skylines and Turnstiles.”
Yes. This will do.

Notes

Currently half way through chapter 3 ^~^