All the way with the boys in the bands.

"Please, MikeyWay?" Gabe whimpered, pushing out his bottom lip as he clasped his hands together. He woke up yesterday and he was already making me do things for him. Not that I could refuse, because was bedridden and bored, but still.
"I hate you, Gabriel Saporta." I huffed, turning on my heel. Pete was passed out on the hard plastic chair and my lips turned up slightly at how cute he looked curled up on himself. I shook my head, making sure to exaggerated me slamming the door.
Gabe wanted his IPod. Out of all things. Food, drink, phone, comics, no. He wanted to listen to music really loudly and annoy the other patients. Great guy, huh? The task proved easy enough but I did not to expect to walk in on what I did. I never ever EVER wanted to see my brother naked. Like, ewww.
"Guys, ew! You have a bedroom!" I yelled, shielding my eyes. I peeked out between my fingers, once I deemed it safe enough, to find two flushed faces staring at me. Thankfully they had enough common sense to at least pull boxers on.
"Maybe if Gee could learn how to keep it in his pants." Frank giggled, biting his lip.
"Frank!" Gerard gasped, shoving him lightly. "You started it! I just wanted to-"
"Okay, okay, just tell me where Gabe left his IPod!" I demanded over them, putting a hand in my hip and trying to look intimidating. It failed, but Frank still helped me find it. In the fridge. Not gonna ask.
"Nice hair, Gee!" I shouted as fled from the scene quickly. His hair did look nice, however, I would have to burn the image of him naked out of my head later.
"It was in the fridge, asshole." I sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Why was it-? Oooh." Gabe giggled, staring at the ceiling as he remembered.
"So goddamn weird." I sighed, rubbing my eyes. I hardly gotten any sleep but I refused to let Gabe know that. He'd make me go home and I didn't want him and Pete fighting while I was gone. 1. Gabe was hurt 2. Pete could get kicked out and that would be awful because I think he actually cared enough to see that Gabe was at least okay despite the front he put up of Mr. No Emotions.

Notes

Title Credit: Sugar We're Going Down - Fall Out Boy because basically I wasted all day listening to From Under The Cork Tree on repeat while reading and rereading this fic to figure out how to write this chapter. ^^; So, sorry if it sucks...