And Like The Blade You Stain

•GERA(R)D'S P(O)V•
I'm gonna do it. I'm not gonna do it. Fuck why does this have to be so hard? I'm at Mikey's bedroom door with my fist debating on whether or not to knock on his door and also deciding if I should confess all my feelings towards him. I stood there for a good 15 minutes and knocked on his door, not caring if he's going to reject me. I heard a muffled, "come in" from him so I slowly moved my hand to the doorknob, hesitating a few times before turning it. I'm meeted by a Mikey who's hair looks like he just woke up and still in his pj's, a baggy band t-shirt and flannel pants.

"What do you want, Gee? If you want money go ahead and take it," he mumbled whilst rubbing his eyes. His voice was scratchy, sounding like he actually woke up.

"I don' t want money, I'm hear to tell you somethin' very important. Oh and have you had your mornin' coffee yet?" I replied, not wanting to go straight to the point. Mikey's head shook, signaling that he didn't.
"That explains your attitude so far," I joked, knowing that Mikey will snap if you sass him.

"Well don't sass me mister," there you go, "and by the looks of it, I'm guessing you didn't have yours either so can you move your ass and make my fuckin' coffee before I flip shit," he says. I rolled my eyes, trying to hide my blush because of his adorbleness. I think it worked.

I walk out of his room, thinking of how to start the conversation after I come back. 'Mikey I have a massive crush on you' nope. 'Lemme fuck you' DEFINITLEY NOT. 'So how's your day?' Dunno. As all these starters come to my mind, I blank out the world and do stuff my mind is telling me to do. Before I knew it, two cups of steaming hot coffee were in my hands. I put two sugars in Mikey's coffee, just the way he likes it and keeps mine black.
As I swung Mikey's door open, I was meeted by an asleep Mikey. I mentally 'awwed' at the sight of him. I put his coffee on his table next to his bed as I sat on his bed, trying not to make so much noise. I sipped the bitter coffee, melting into the taste. I stared at my younger brother, looking at his beautiful features. His light pink lips were slightly parted as his glasses were still on and at the end of his cute little nose. Mikey's jawline had to be sculpted by a god and also his light brown hair was everywhere, covering part of his eyes.

Then I think about me. Fat, ugly, greasy dyed black hair, and my black ear piercings which was a very bad thing to get 'cause I frickin hate needles. But everybody thinks I'm perfect 'cause of my straight A's and my 'amazing' drawings which to me are crap. On second thought, I might not even tell him. I'll never tell him. Until we are both dead.

DAMMIT WHY IS THIS SO COMPLICATED.

Notes

terrible, i know.

well this is my first story and i have no idea where i got this (mcr) idea.
also sorry that its short
its also v boring
i know
also i cant really think of chapter titles
so theyre gonna be random

not edited

—•mky way•—