The Forest

A black sharpie marker x’d out the date on the calendar, a hand put it inside the jar filled with pencils. Hazel orbs glanced back around before feet kicked off the wall and back over to the drawing table filled with paper beyond paper of pages filled with various drawings. A smile lay on the male’s face, his crocked teeth showed. Gerard felt happier in these past three weeks than he hoped. He did not know if it was from the meds his doctor sent over or if being away from certain people back home gave him his happiness back. His grabbed empty sheets of paper and his signature pencil. Over the past two and half days he drew more and more frequently than even his brother has seen.
The pencil moved over the wide paper in crisp strokes. Gerard’s hand movements were so smooth you could not the graphite of the pencil break unless your eyesight was a super power. His hand moved over, detailing the outfit on the person he was drawing. Gerard drew the tie detailing so well he thought that if he could touch it and wear it. That’s how well he drew.
He his hand through his still greasy hair. “I really need to wash my hair.” He told himself as he shrugged it off and went back to drawing. He took one shower, the day after Mikey and he went for coffee. Though today he could at least have enough time to wash his hair and clean the house. His eyes glanced to the clock beside his bed and realized that M would be home in two hours. It was time to clean up that mess of food he left earlier. Pushing away from the table in his red spinney chair, Gerard sprang up and walked out his door to head downstairs. In truth, Gerard hated cleaning with a passion. Maybe it’s a Way family trait. He did not know.
When he reached the last step, he completely forgot about the fact when he last came home he left his converse on the steps. His foot hit the last step and nearly fell onto the floor face first. “God damnit!” He yelled to himself as he grabbed onto the railing and pulled himself up. Kicking the already beaten up shoes out of his way the twenty three year old continued onto the mess of the kitchen he created an hour after his brother left. Entering the kitchen, Gerard felt his mind come awake at the mess he made. Cereal boxes, two boxes of pancake mix and it’s contents on the floor an counter, along with the an empty container of milk, eggs and a tub of butter that probably was not butter anymore.
Making a disgusted face at his work, Gerard began to clean up the powdery pancake mix with a sponge. He took the boxes and put them into their spot on the fridge. Next he took the warm butter tub in his hands. Gerard dared not to open it. Instead of putting it into the fridge, he put the tub o’butter in the freezer. Then later on he could take it out. Walking back over, he discarded the empty box of cereal than sat himself upon the counter top. He did not care if the counter was dirty with food or whatever mess both brother’s had made over these three weeks. They cleaned off the counter whenever they cooked, or if it needed to be clean.
Rubbing his head, the raven haired male glanced over towards the coffee machine, “ Eh, I guess I could make coffee.” He said aloud and scooted over to were the coffee was stored away. Moving his head to not get whacked by the door he took the can of coffee out and leaned his back to not get hit. Setting the can next to him the male shimmied his way off the counter. Jeans sliding down as he did so. Once feet fully on the floor and jeans pulled back up, Gerard walked over to the machine with the coffee being push towards it with his fingers. Really, he walked only ten steps over to the sink, yet for it felt like an hour walk. Taking off the lid of the machine, he took out the pot that held the coffee and dropped it down the sink. He knew that coffee would not taste good even if it had been half a pot. Mikey had that made that pot and left it on for around twelve hours. Ever have coffee that tasted burnt and flavorless as seven-eleven’s coffee? Than that is what it tasted liked. Filling the removable pot with water, he poured the fresh water into the back of the machine before setting the pot back on the hot plate. Taking out a fresh flitter from the little stand that held them, he poured three scoops of the coffee grounds into the flitter before shutting the lid and during it on. Once the coffee started to brew, the raven hair male began to inch his way towards the off dining room living area. It was a mess.

Two nights before, like every annual three days of the week, the brother’s had a movie night with Ray and a few of Mikey’s classmates from school. After going to the coffee shop so often, they befriended Ray over small talk then finally he accepted their offer to come over for a movie night. This gave both Way brothers’ a chance to meet people and get to them know them. Expect, they did not want their new friends to know about their mess. For whatever fucked up reason, the two did not clean out the room. In truth, they never had time to clean! With Mikey in college for almost twelve hours out half of the week, and Gerard starting a new comic they only had time to settle in and greet people over. Walls needed to be cleaned than painted, only their bedrooms had been carpeted, and wooden floors needed to be carpeted.

Realizing he had to clean another mess again, the older male began to at least clean up. Tonight would be another movie night, and he did not know who his brother would invite. Ray would be here for sure like always. Did not do much expect work. Picking up the bowls of empty popcorn, his pale hands delicately scooped up the bites and pieces of leftover food items. Throwing them carefully into a bowl he began to take off the couch cushion and eyes widen due to all the food underneath them. Swedish Fish, more popcorn, chips, and any food they had ate in here during the three weeks. Cleaning off the old food items which Gerard had thought had been growing mold on them, he placed the cushion backs on the cushions back on the couch and took out all the dirt bowls and old food before coming back with paper towels and Windex.

An hour later, Gerard was sitting on the couch with fruit rollup hanging from his mouth while watching TV. His plan to wash his hair? Never happened. It was too late now. Not less than two and half minutes ago, Mikey had texted him saying he would be home soon. More like in an hour. Chewing up the hanging rollup from his mouth, he dug his hand into the box and pulled out the last one. Once opening it, he tore off the pieces with his small teeth. He loved the feeling of all its stickiness against his teeth, the feel of it getting in between the cracks. Oh how he wished back home was this relaxing. His parent’s meant well, truly, yet they could not help him with his deeper problems. Thankfully by the time Mikey started junior and high school, the brothers helped each other out more so than their friends. Mainly his little brother gave him a lot help.

Closing his eyes and taking in a large breath, Gee pushed away his evil thoughts and watched the show. Somehow, he did not know how, they were able to get English cable. Of course they had a lot of German shows that had subtitles on them, yet it barely bothered them. Both of them needed to learn German. Mikey took it at school and Gerard could go to take a class, but chose to learn off TV along with Mikey’s homework.
“Mikey should be home soon..” he told himself scratching his head he let all his muscles relax and slump against the couch. “Oooh this is the life.” Bliss could be heard while he closed his eyes, ears taking in the sound of the TV. In all truth of being in his blissful stage, Gerard did not pay attention to the background noise, but the songs in his head. There were so many going around he could not tell which he loved the most out of them all. He hummed them, just the melody or what he could up with. Since Mikey played bass, he would usually help the older with the songs.
Lost in his stage of thought, when hazel orbs opened to see the same pair hazel and glasses staring at him. With eyes finally opened fully Gerard jumped once he came to the conclusion it was Mikey standing in front of him. “You have to stop creeping up on me! You did this last night.” He grumbled, “At 2:37 in the morning.” Mikey smirked at what his brother said, poker face still going on no matter if he smirked or not. It’s like he never had another expression. Throwing his bag onto the floor the younger decided to sit down on his brother’s legs. This earned a glare from the older male. Gerard laughed at this thought. How could he not laugh when his brother sat on him?
God, he could remember when they were both two and five. Mikey still was crawling and learning how to walk. Gerard would lay on the floor watching TV or coloring. Whenever Mikey would crawl or try walk over to his brother and lay on the back of his legs. This would cause Gee to turn around and giggle. Now a days, when Mikey did this, he tired to push him off but only for fun.
Mikey smiled, "I only creep up on you since you day dream like a cat thinking of mice and world domination."
"Cats think of world domination?" Gee questioned with loads with sass on his voice.
"Yes Gee." The blond rolled his eyes as he put pressure onto his brother's legs. "Also wash your hair soon. It's tangled and greasy. Oh! My friend from school is coming over and maybe Ray, so yeah wash your hair."
"How can I when you are on top of me?" The raven hair male told the blond, who just shrugged at him. "Is this friend an history major like you?" he could not call Mikey a geek, even if the brother's were already geeks when it came to comics and music. So for them it was a joke they used with themselves and friends.
"No," Mikey said flatly, "she majors in bio-mechanics. We have this four hour class together for German history. Her name's Vera. You know that scandinavian who's family was split due to World War two so she's this like weird mixture of Swedish, Polish, Russian and German." What Mikey had said utterly confused his older brother. He blinked trying to understand the words and a four hour history class.
"Never mind, she's coming over and we're having movie night again. I got Nosferatu."
"Wasn't that destroyed when the movie got sued and taken to court?"
"Yea, but fuck that. Classic German vampire movie. Plus it used to scare the shit out of us when dad got it for Halloween." This caused both males to laugh. They remember how them and their parents sat on the couch, both males curled up in a blanket whenever they saw the movie. Those where good memories.

Once Gerard got Mikey off of him, he went up stairs to shower before he got an lecture on wash-your-greasy-hair-before-I-wash-it-myself. He totally had the best little brother ever. Picking out a towel from the cabinet, he marched his way to the bathroom. Kicking the door closed behind him, the raven haired male turned the shower onto warm. He could not take or stand cold showers. Felt like shooting through his body or being stabbed by an icicle. Being stabbed by ice was something the male thought ws a strange way to die. Every way to die had been strange.
Stripping himself of all the clothes, he kicked them over by the hamper and stepping into the raining down water. Closing hazel orbs, the water relaxed his tensed body and shoulders slumped. The male ran a pale hand over the raised bumps along his arms. Old scars under new ones from previous months. Greasy tangled hair had been brought down by the rain of water, letting all the tangles fall straight around the males face. Gerard ran a hand through, untangling the knots which thankfully were more easy with water. Taking the bottle filled with mint scented shampoo he squirted a quarter of the bottle into his hand and began to wash the mess of hair.
"She's got eyes that can sing to me. Reminds of childhood memories." He sang out to himself and the shower. Whenever he sang, he tried not to get soap into his mouth, that did not always happen. Once feeling the soap getting into the cracks of his lips, Gerard put his head under to wash out the shampoo before putting more on. His felt clean, but he knew it really wasn't. The grease had been a total of two weeks gathering from the scalp and other causes Manly from no showers.
After shampooing three times, he quickly washed off and got out. Raven hair dripping wet yet clean again. The male picked up the towel and dried his hair. Causing it to become. soft. Not soft as it would be blown dried. He than wrapped the towel around his waist and opened the door to walk to his room. With the hallways being wood, the brothers did not worry about having the carpet get moldy from water. Everyone knew what water did to carpets.


Dropping the white towel once the twenty three year old reached his room, he made sure the door was closed. Mikey had came in far to many times to see him get dress. Oh the humiliation he caused the older male. Shuddering at those horrid thoughts Gerard rummaged through out his dressed until he the stripped black and white shirt and his fuzzy pj bottoms he loved oh so much! Slipping on those clothes, the male hung the wet towel before grabbing the brush and blow drier. Heading over to the vanity mirror in his room that specialty put next the strip outlet he placed down on his floor. Plugging it in, he began to dry his hair, hazel orbs staring at his reflection. Lost in thought for the hundredth time today, Gerard suddenly realized he had began to burn his skin.
"Shit." Gritting his teeth he turned it off and put it on the table top. Craning his neck caused him to wince and wince more when he touched it. "This is not good. We better have that gel stuff for burns. M's gonna kill me." He said trying the best for his hair not to the forming burn. The skin was staring to blister and had a small trail of wetness coming from it. For as many times as he blowed dried his hair, he burned is forehead, ear and every area of skin the heat could find. This time right on the nape of his neck. Shaking his head the best he could, the male walked out of the room and back downstairs to see their enterainment room already filled with pillows, blankets and bowls of junk food.
Blond hair came into veiw, "Ray texted me and he's coming over," the blond said with a mouth full of popcorn."Vera will be with Ray in 10." From chewing, half of Mikey's grammar made no sense, causing the older to roll his eyes before walking fully into room and grabbed the bowl out of his hand. The bass player gave a pouty face once falling in line with the steps of his brother.
"Why would you make popcorn thirty minutes before we watched the movie?" Gerard question taking a mouth full of popcorn.
"So we could eat some." Mikey said and taking a handful for himself. He plopped the handful into his mouth and chewed it, mouth haf open due to much food. Usually an hour before their guest came over, they eat all the popcorn and mainly Mikey did. Not like he means to, but loves popcorn. Does not even surprise the older if the younger would ever had popcorn coffee creamer. Now that really did not sound good.
"Then make more and get sick?"
"Yes. Best part of these movie nights. And seeing us coffee to stay awake."
"Remember that one when Ray came over and we watched Stephen King, " Gee said between eating, "and I had four cups of coffee than crashed by 5?"
"You mean five pm?" Mikey laughed so hard he nearly spilled all the popcorn and bashing his head off the table by the couch.
Gerard was able to grab the male. "Mikey don't kill yourself! Don't need us in the hospital."
"Yeah, we wouldn't. I already have plans for us to have an adventure in the for-" Before the blond could finish his sentence, a knock was heard from the door."I'll get it!" He yelled getting out of the older male's grasp who stared at him wide eyed. The younger gave him, I'll-tell-you-later look and went to open the door.
In the room the raven haired male sat there dumbfounded. The voices of Vera and Ray along with his brothers filled his ears. He could not understand what his brother meant. Flustered he gave up and greeted his friend Ray and this said female named Vera. They spent the next few minutes talking about and learning about Vera's family. Truly Gee found it interesting, well to a point. He never cared much for biology, mechanics or anything beside art and music! Hell he was lucky to past biology without dying. To the male's disappointment Mikey had left the three wile he made more popcorn for the four of them. For the brothers alone they could eat five bowls without trying to not get sick on it.
With his brother making popcorn this left Gerard to put in the DVd, and god forbid he fuck it up. He ruined two movies by titling the player and one by trying to get out of it's box. Mikey knew that Gerard was not very much of a technology person. Poping the disc into the player, the twenty three year old took a seat on the floor that was covered in pillows and blankets. He let his friends and brother have the couches.

As the movie started with Mikey coming in with all the popcorn, the raven haired male laid on the floor chewing his snack quietly. He tuned out the others conversation and keep his eyes on the screen. Chills racked through his body as memories played in his mind. Mikey and him sitting with their grandma as he drew his brother pictures, them cuddle up in a bed together during the first week of Mikey's sixth grade year. He had been so scared for them both. The younger knew how bad his brother had his junior high years that caused him to sit at the back of the class and draw. Gerard had became brave for his little brother so he did not look pathetic and weak. He did not want his little bro to see how bad he was at standing up for himself. And when Mikey found out about his self harming, Gerard felt even more guilty than he had before they moved. That memory flashed before his eyes.

Gerard sat on his bed, blade in hand, silver glimmered in the light as he turned it. Sharp edges creating little white lines from it pressing up against the skin. Sleeves were pushed up and all cuts were exposed. Old faded ones and new ones that had began to be turning pink and white. Only one scar stood out the most. It lined his inner arm, going from the hand to the inside of his elbow, the deepest scar he created over time. Sighing to himself, he brought the blade down on his skin. Pressed it into himself. He didn't even hiss. The pain felt apart of him. Red crimson blood ran down his arm, staining the skin, clothes and blankets around him. His eyes closed in pleasure from the pain being released from him. Five minutes later all of Gerard's left arm was covered in blood from ten small cuts. Blue jeans soaked and shirt was stained to the point of not returning to its original color. Dropping the bloody blade on the floor next to his bed, the raven haired male fell onto his back, blood now staining the bed even more. His eyes felt heavy, meaning he had to clean off his arms soon enough before anyone saw the mess. When eyes fell close for him to think, what he heard next would scar him more than ever.
"Gerard! Oh my god! What the fuck!?" Mikey's voice screamed as he rushed over to his brother's bed and shake the older male awake. He kept shaking the bloody body until he got a small glimpse of hazel orbs.
"Mikey..what.." his voice sounded so weak from blood loss that Mikey glanced down at his brother's left arm and nearly broke out in tears. And he did. He hugged onto his brother so hard he could swear over his sobs he could hear his brothers. Sobs of guilt and pain.
"Gee..I'm going to get the first aid kit and clean you off..okay?" Mikey sniffled when he saw a faint nod coming from his curled up brother who's sob racked through his body causing him to shake. After Mikey had bandaged his older brother up, Gerard apologized over and over again for an hour while they laid in Gee's bed. Mikey held his brother and did not want to let go.

Gerard knew that night he did not sleep, he remember it clear as day. Mikey had fallen asleep and all the older could do was lay there feeling guilt eat him alive. His brothers face stricken with pain, questioning, and sadness. Hearing the boy laugh behind him with his friends brought happiness to the male, but he knew deep downside the younger he still remember that night. How could he not? They both gave concerned stares for around five and half months before they knew everything was alright.
"Gerard!" a load yelled filled his ears and he spanned out of his memories. He looked up and realized the TV was off and his brother was in front of him.
"Wha-huh?"
"The movie ended 45 minutes ago. You laid there the whole time staring into space. Your daydreaming is getting worse. i need to get you a boyfriend, or laid, or both. Yeah both."
"Mikey, the last time you hooked me up was an horrible experience. Did Vera and Ray go home?" Gerard asked getting off of the floor, body tingling all over from laying there for an hour. Legs hurt, feet felt like he had been standing in glue.
"Yup." his brother replied as he carried the empty bowls into the kitchen leaving Gerard to move his body around so it did not feel numb anymore.
"Hey, what where you day dreaming about Gee?"
This caused Gerard to get wide eye and gape like a fish. He did not want to bring up that memory. Both did not want to relieve that horrid night when their parents were not home.
"Umm..nothing! Nothing at all. Just some stupid memories.." Gerard's voiced trailed over as he said that. Mikey raised an eyebrow, giving him the poker face before dropping the question in all. His older brother was very secretive about his memories and he never wanted to get into his personal business.
"Okay then. Anywho, when I was talking earlier before Vera and Ray came over."
"Yes Mikey, go on. You saw something about an, and I quote, adventure?"
"Yeah that, well my geographe class is having an class project and I choose the forest since we are close to it and I was thinking you could-"
"What! No! Why would want I go into there? We barely know this town as it is and now you want to go into an forest we barely know of?" Gerard was fuming now
" Look, I got a map and it would be daytime adventure, plus I was thinking you could draw some of the forest for my project. Gee, you are really-no great drawer and having your artwork in my class project would be the best gift ever. So will you please go with me?"
Mikey questioned getting down on his knees and hugging onto his brothers legs as a four year would to their mother when she would be leaving.
Sighing and giving in Gerard replied, "Fine! I'll go with you and draw pictures for your project. But! So help me Mikey if we get lost due to this, I will make sure your next life will be hell."
"Thank you! You won't regret this Gee, I promise you!" Mikey gave a kiss on his brothers cheek before happily walking out to clean up some more.
Gerard slumped against the wall and put his head in his hands. "What did I get myself into?"

Notes

Holy shit, this story has so many words I feel like I am writing novel, which I am, but I am not*inception sound*

So you got a little glimpse into Gerard's past more, and I feel like this chapter is shit and I really should get to the frick frack Frerard, but we have let the brothers get into the forest first. I feel as if I am torturing you guys to wait for the Frerard, but that's point.

My nine week finals for school is next week, so this story might not be updated until next week, I'll be writing chapter five and six starting tonight and hopefully having those uploaded on the 11th or 18th. All these chapters do take a week or two to write since I love writing a lot. I'm also having health problems right now with eating food, so I might be having doctor appointments causing my writing to be shit and I am moving in a month so I am worried about that since we don't have a lot of money and yeah.
I hope you guys like this and comment, rate, fave, sub, all that lovely stuff that will make me smile and want to hug you all and give you all cupcakes. And throw a party.