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I'm Gonna Let You Finish But

Two

-Gerards pov-

"MOM IM GOING TO CHECK ON THE NEW NEIGHBORS!" I shouted in excitement. She mumbled a small 'whatever' in response and I started towards the door. Mikey slid in front of me with a tray of salty sugar cookies.
"Give these to the neighbors. Gift from me."
"Mikey, these look salty..."
"Shut it! Its sugar trust me they'll like it!" I looked at him curiously a moment before taking the cookies and trotting towards the neighbors. I gently knocked on the door as I arrived and the rebellious emo teen answered. I examined his short little body; some tattoos, with messily painted fingernails; a thin layer of black over which seemed to be yellow. Rad. The kid sighed and took mikeys cookies, sloppily throwing them to the table behind him.
"What do you want," the kid sighed. His voice was higher than I expected but still FUCKING SEXY.
"I um uh, I just wanted to see if uh you wanted to uh hang out?"
"come inside." The kid opened the door further and allowed me inside. I followed him to his room which was scattered with books and papers. He sat down on his trashed bed and sighed.
"So uh, my brother. He thinks your possessed and all-" the kid glared at me like an enraged rock.
"Listen. I don't know your name, I don't know who the fuck you are, but don't you ever comr here again, okay? Now leave before your brother burns to death on your ceiling."

"MIKEYYY HE HATES MEEE," I cried, pounding on the creaky floorboards.
"Gerard shut the fuck up. What happened."
"Well, I told him how you thought he's possessed-"
"GERARD ARE YOU FUCKING RETARDED."
"I think so."
"did you at least give him the cookies?"
"yes."
"and?"
"he didn't eat them."
"WELL HOT DAMN GERARD HE IS FUCKING POSSESSED."
"MIKEY NO HES NOT YOU'RE FUCKING INSANE."
"NO BUT YOU KNOW WHAT IS FUCKING INSANE."
"WHATS FUCKING INSANE BESIDES YOU."
"THE NUMBER OF FUCKING TIMES WE'VE FUCKING SAID FUCKING."
"Mikey, seriously though you're insane. I don't care how many times you say it but this kids not po-"
"I'm gonna let you finish but this kids fucking possessed."
"Mikey-"
"Nope."
And with that little argument being said, Mikey smugly yet angrily slipped into his room for the night. I sighed (it's crazy how many times people sigh in this fic) and slipped into the kitchen. I grabbed some pudding and an apple pie and moped into my own room, sitting restlessly on my bed.