Mikey's Point of View

"You know I love you, right?" Gerard was staring right at me, his lips pressed into a thin frown. I just stared back at him incredulously.
"Of course I know that, you're my brother." I replied, absentmindedly as I swung my legs from the edge of the kitchen counter.
He shook his head, "No, Mikey. I love you." He repeated.
I didn't quite understand what he was getting at, "What?"
"Mikey, I love you." He said, his voice sounding irritated now, "I love you more then..."

My brothers voice faded away as I was tugged out of my rather pleasant dream by a different, less pleasant noise.
Yelling.
"You've got to be kidding me Gerard!" That was Frank, and he sounded mad. "You brought ALCOHOL TO SEE YOUR BABY BROTHER?!" He was shouting now. I made a pathetic little noise as a signal that I was awake. They both turned and glared at me, then Frank spun on his heels and walked out the door, slamming it behind him, leaving me alone in the hospital room with my obviously drunk brother.
"Hi Gerard..." I whispered. I had a feeling I had better really milk this visit, because it was probably going to be Gerard's only visit.
He stared at me like I was the strangest thing in the world, and I just sighed, of course he was too blitzed to recognize me. "It's your baby brother, Mikey..." I whispered. He smiled sloppily, "Mikey!" He shouted then wobbled over to me, shamelessly holding a bottle of Jack Daniels. He threw his arms around me in an awkward hug, and his warm, rancid breath washed over my face.
"Let go!" I shouted angrily, prying the drunkard off of me.
He stumbled backwards and looked very hurt.
He then began to pout, and stomp around like a fucking five year old, his arms crossed. "Meanie!" He shouted at me, before turning towards the door. I pressed my chapped lips into a disapproving frown, "Gerard! Sit down!" I said in an almost demanding tone.
He dropped to the ground right where he was standing, about two feet from the door. He turned his head and stuck his tongue out at me over his shoulder.

Two hours later, Gerard was acting sober again, so I invited him to come sit by me. "I'm sorry, Mikey... How are you feeling?" That was the only thing he had said to me besides, "Mikey" and, "meanie!"
"I... Fine, I suppose." I said with a small frown. He frowned and hugged me lightly, "I'm really sorry..." He grumbled into my shoulder. He was acting really clingy, but I didn't mind... I was the only person who spoke with him anymore, so I understood.
I hugged him back, "Gerard. It's fine." I said before pushing him away gently.
Then a nurse came in, "Visiting hours are over." She told my brother.
Well, so much for milking the visit.

Gerard's Point of View
About a week later

We were celebrating now, because Mikey was out of the hospital sooner then expected, and we were happy. I was drinking coffee, just coffee, and we were goofing around with our music. I had gotten up and started singing "Blood", and marching around the tour bus like a total idiot. "But it's really quite alarming cause I'm such an awful fuck." I turned towards the boys and did jazz hands as I sang the last note.
"Oh, thank you!" Frank shouted.
Everyone, including Frankie, started to laugh, and it was great.
But of course it didn't last long. Rodney, our bus driver popped his head back, "We're at a gas station, get out and go get your snacks and shit." He told us. We all grabbed our wallets and waited for the bus to shudder to a complete stop.
We all ran out and into the gas station, pushing and shoving each other like a bunch of ten year olds. We all struggled to be the first one through the door, and ended up all face planting on the floor of the gas station.
The cashier looked at us incredulously.
We all got up and ran off in separate directions. I found myself in the chip aisle when my eyes drifted over to the alcohol section. I swallowed hard, telling myself no. We were having such a nice time, and that would ruin it.
Whoops. I was standing in front of the fridge with the beers. I moved over to the next fridge, and grabbed out a bottle of Jim Beam Whisky.
I paid for it quickly, and got out of there before anyone else.
I ran back onto the tour bus, and Rodney thrust a bouquet of roses towards me, "Here. Someone left these for you."
I raised an eyebrow. Well then. I snatched the roses away and red the tag; "Gerard, I think you need to smile.
~from someone close to you."
I laughed quietly at the little joke on the tag, and wondered who the hell got me roses. I put then in a jar and set them on the table, hanging the tag in my bunk. I hid the bottle in the compartment under the bed, and lay down, humming quietly.
Mikey was already back, I just now noticed, he shifted from the bunk above me, and I heard the sound of a video game.
I kicked my leg up, and hit the bottom of his bunk. He soon had his head hanging over the edge of the bed, "You seem to be doing better with the boys." He commented. I shook my head, "No. We're all just happy because you're out of the hospital." I told him. Then the bus jolted and Mikey fell off the bed.
He lay there laughing for a moment, before moving his hands to his head.
"Are you okay Mikey?" I chuckled.
He nodded, sitting up. I had leaned over, and our foreheads collided, causing him to fall backwards again.
"Ow." He giggled, scooting backwards and then attempting to sit up again. He did it without falling this time.
"Good job." I congratulated him. He scowled at me, then giggled.
"I see that someone got you roses." He commented. I nodded slowly, "Yeah. The tag said "Gerard, I think you need to smile. From someone close to you."
Mikey smiled. I liked seeing Mikey smile. He looked really cute when he smiled, well really cuter. He always looks cute.
Shut up Gerard.
Then Frank and Ray came in, stretching and yawning. "It's getting late, we should go to sleep. We have a concert tomorrow!" Ray said in a way too cheery voice.
Mikey and I groaned in unison, and then Mikey began to climb back up into his bunk, purposelessly, but lightly kicking me in the chest.
"Mikeeees." I whined.
"Whoops. Sorry!" He giggled.

When I woke up the next morning I was the first one up. I got up and shuffled to go make coffee.
I watched the black liquid drip into the pot, impatiently. "Hurry uuuup." I groaned, as if it could hear me.
I heard Rodney laugh, "Shut up!" I called. "Oh, whatever!" He called back.
Finally the coffee pot buzzed, and I poured myself a mug before shuffling back to the sleeping area. I crouched and grabbed the bottle from under my bed. I opened it, and poured three cap-fulls of whisky into my coffee. I quickly shoved the bottle back into the compartment, and climbed back into bed.
Frank woke up as I climbed into my bed, and groaned. "Ray." He mumbled trying to reach the bunk above him, "Ray wake up."
When he had no luck he got up, in nothing but his fucking boxers, and stood on his tippy toes to try to reach Ray.
Fuckin' Frank...
I rolled onto my other side, and sipped at my coffee.
Soon Ray and Frank shuffled out of the sleeping area together to go "forge for food" as they put it. I shook my head, and kicked Mikey's bunk. He shot up, and tumbled out of bed.
"PUT CLOTHES ON!" I shouted as he shot to his feet. A warm blush spread over my cheeks and I screwed my eyes shut. I didn't need to see my little brother completely naked.
"You can open your eyes again." Mikey said after a moment. He had boxers on now. I exhaled and put the coffee down on the floor, "Don't sleep naked." I told him. He laughed awkwardly, and I saw that his face was beet red.
"Lets go get something for breakfast." I said, standing up.

Notes

I tried.
It's really upsetting that Mikey like never smiles, because I love his smile <3 He has like the best smile ever.