You Only Hear the Music When Your Heart Begins to Break

Ray groaned as he began to wake up. The disapproving gaze of his mother stared down at him, "Beer Ray!?" She cried, yanking at her sons shirt, sitting him upright. Ray flinched under her cold gaze, "Sorry ma..." He grumbled, "Gerard brought it over..." Ray gestured to his friend on the other chair. "Well tell him to get the hell out of my house!" Ray's mom shouted in his face. Ray flinched once more and unsteadily got to his feet. "Gerard wake up..." Ray said, shaking his friend awake. Gerard cracked an eye open and grunted, mumbling about his head. "Ow..." He groaned. Gerard glanced up at Ray's mother, glaring daggers down at him. "Howdy." The raven haired senior laughed awkwardly.
Gerard scrambled out of his friends house and shot down the street towards his house. He burst in through the front door. "Mikes, you here?" He shouted through the dark hallway. He glanced at his watch, '11:43pm...' It was pretty late... Mikey and his stupid friends were probably all asleep up in his room or in the living room now. Gerard grumbled in disapproval as he trudged up the stairs. He tugged his jeans off and grabbed his phone from the pocket before tossing them across the floor. Next he tugged off his shirt and flopped down on his comfortable memory foam bed, the black comforter practically swallowing him up.
Mikey heard his brother call his name, and cracked open one of his eyes. He groaned and got to his feet and slowly walked down the hall, not liking the echoing sound of his feet against the wooden floor as he made his way to his brothers room. He opened the door quietly, "Gee?" He called out into the seniors room. "What..." Gerard mumble sounding rather cross. "Are you okay?" Mikey inquired. "I'm fine, Mikes." Gerard responded, "Now go away, let me sleep." As Mikey was closing the door the distinct reek of beer. "Again..?" Mikey whispered as he shut the door and walked back to his room.
Ray lay down on the couch, his face was buried into the pillows. He didn't have the energy to move upstairs to his room. His head simply hurt and he was exhausted. He groaned, and his thoughts flickered to Mikey Way. No, he couldn't be thinking about Gee's little brother right now. It was weird... He tried to distract himself by sitting up and opening his computer. He quickly typed in the most recent url he had been to, and clicked on the first result. He plugged in his earbuds, and leaned back against the couch, wondering what Gee would think of him if he knew he had a crush on Mikes.
Frank leaned against his bedroom door, silently praying his mother hadn't heard him come in so late. She would surely jump down his throat if she had heard the door close. Frank slowly made his way towards his bed, stripping off his shirt, and then pants, kicking his boxers off upon sitting down on his soft down bed. He sighed tiredly and swung his legs up, flinching as pain shot through his chest as he lowered his back down against the pillow with a grunt. "Oh my god..." He grumbled, his arms wrapping around his mid section. Frank slowly drifted off into a pained, disturbed sleep.

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