My Paranormal Bromance
Chapter 1: Words As Weapons
*Gerard's Point of View*
*Time Stamp: April 22nd, 1998. 3:02 pm (post meridiem)*
*Location: Bert's House*
Ryan was staring at me from the other couch. He had come to pick up, and had saw the way I blew off my brother. He looked very disappointed, and it was creeping me out, because he wasn't blinking. I was trying to ignore him by drumming on Bert's head, and focusing on my finger movement.
My friend Bert was sitting on the floor, at the foot of the couch, back up against the cushion I was on, between my legs. "Gerard, what are you doing?" He asked. I felt him raise an eyebrow as he spoke. "I'm playing you." I responded. I felt him roll his eyes, and then he leaned his head back, resting it directly on my dick. "Bert, what are you doing?" I questioned, "Making myself comfortable." He had a smug tone to his voice.
"Well, you're being a weirdo." I told him.
"Lets order pizza." Quinn, another one of my friends, said, moving from his place on Braden's lap. Braden, Jeph, Dan, and Bert all nodded in agreement, and so did I. Ryan on the other hand got to his spindly legs, "I've got to go, Brendon is waiting for me." He said, ruffling his hair. "Bye, Ry-Bear!" Dan said in a mocking tone. Ryan sneered at him, and walked towards the door to leave. Brendon was Ryan's boyfriend, I think.
Then my phone began to buzz. I checked the caller I.D. Mitch? Why the hell was he calling me? I hadn't spoken to that dick in over seven months. I growled almost silently, and answered the call with hesitation.
"Hello?"
"Hi." Was his sharp response.
"What the fuck do you want Mitch?" I snapped. Everyone stared at me.
"We kind of need your help calming your brother down." Mitch said into the phone.
"Well, you guys can fucking deal with whatever you caused." I replied.
Mitch sighed quietly, and I could hear Frank screaming in the background, "MITCH! HELP!" And then a low growl. "Fine, you're a horrible brother, Gerard. What happened to you?" He hissed, before hanging up.
Mikey and I used to be really close, but now all we did was fight. It was my fault, honestly, and I felt bad for it, but I had started fighting with Mikey to keep my nearly overwhelming attraction to him at bay. My friends had also changed me... I'd lost my old ones, and now I had these ones, and I'm pretty sure Bert had a crush on me.
"What happened?" Bert was on his knees, facing me now.
"Unless you're going to blow me, stand up." I told him, and he reached for my belt. I knew he was joking, but I slapped his hand away, and he started laughing. "My brother is having a melt down of some sort." I told him, "I'm sure Mitch can handle Mikey if he can handle Vic." I told him. "Alright! That means I can keep you?"
I nodded, and smiled at my friend, who was still kneeling between my legs, "But seriously Bert, unless you intend to blow me, turn around or something." I told him, putting my fingers on his forehead, and pushing him back. He fell on his ass, and I rolled my eyes as he pouted, "Maybe I do intend on blowing you." He challenged.
"Doubtful!" I responded.
Quinn interrupted us, "What toppings do you guys want?"
"Pepperoni."
"Sausage."
"Olives."
"Doesn't matter!"
Were the responses thrown back to Quinn, "Can we get a pizza with pepperoni, sausage, and olives on it?" He spoke into the phone, then fell quiet. After a moment he rattled off Bert's address, said bye, then hung the phone up.
*Andy's Point of View*
*Time Stamp: April 22nd, 1998. 3:32 pm (post merdiem)*
*Location: The Way Household*
"Calm down, Mikey!" Mitch had wrestled the spindly boy to the ground. Mikey was kicking and screaming, and we didn't know how to handle this. Last time this happened, Gerard was here to help, but Mitch said that he had refused to come. "You've lost your goddamn mind!" Frank shrieked as Mitch accidentally slammed Mikey into the cabinet.
Vic was behind me hopping up and down, nervously. He'd never seen Mikes like this before, and I'm sure he was terrified.
"It's going to be okay, Vic." I said turning to hug my younger companion. The sixteen year old buried his face in my chest, clinging to my shirt desperately. "You're going to rip my shirt." I said, pushing him away gently. He smirked at me, "I wouldn't mind." I raised an eyebrow, "Watch yourself, kiddo."
"Andy! We could use your help!"
Mikey had gotten back to his feet, and Frank and Mitch were trying to drag him down again. I left Vic's side, and tackled Mikey's midsection, and we both crashed to the ground. Mitch helped me pin him, and Frank went to go check on Patrick. The younger boy had run off to go hide, because he was scared.
Spencer stood uselessly by Vic, trying to think of ways to help.
"Mikey! Calm down!" I shouted, trying to think about how Gerard had calmed him down. "Wait, wait, wait!" I said, something finally clicking. I shoved Mitch away and dragged Mikey to his feet, hugging him tightly so he could run away. The boy squirmed in my grasp, and tried to bite me. I fished around for the words to the song Gerard has sung, and soon they came to me. Mitch stared at me, perplexed as I sung quietly.
Once I was done, Mikey just kind of collapsed in my arms, crying.
"Good work." Mitch said, rubbing the back of his neck, confused. I let Mikey go, "You need to learn to control your emotions." I scolded, stepping away. The blonde haired boy nodded and sighed sadly, "I'm sorry, guys..." He muttered.
"Relax, it's cool bro." Frank said, leading Patrick into the kitchen. Mikey ran over to his boyfriend, sweeping Frank up into a tight, airborne, hug. Frank sounded like he was being suffocated when he said, "Mikey..." When he spoke, I think Mikey's grip got tighter. "Let him go." Mitch said.
Mikey put Frank down, and kissed his cheek, "Sorry." Frank just laughed and shook his head, "I love you too."
I felt jealously turn in my stomach. Me being twenty, and dating sixteen year old Vic, we had to keep quiet. I couldn't display the affection that I so badly wanted to. "Andy, come get food with me." Vic suddenly invited. "Yeah, okay." I said, nodding. "What to you guys want?" I turned to the group that had gathered in the kitchen.
Everyone placed orders, then Vic and I left.
Vic climbed into the passengers seat of my Corvette, and I swung into the drivers seat. The second I sat down, Vic attacked me eagerly, "Hold on! We should actually go get food!" I said craning my neck to keep him from kissing me anymore. He just attacked my exposed throat with tiny nips, "Stop it!" I said, pushing him back into the passengers seat gently. He pouted and stuck his tongue out at me, folding his arms.
"Child." I teased.
He huffed and then rolled his eyes.
*Bert's Point of View*
*Time Stamp: April 22nd, 1998. 4:00 pm (post merdiem)*
*Location: Bert's House*
"Gerard, would you get that?" I whined as the doorbell rang. Gerard groaned, "Fiiine..." He muttered getting to his feet. He swung the door open, and paid the delivery boy before taking the pizza.
He sat back down away from me, placing the box on the coffee table, "I'm going to go make a phone call." He said, getting up again. I watched him walk into the kitchen, and then grabbed a slice of pizza, "Braden, what time is it?"
Braden checked his wrist watch, "It's four." He responded.
"Alright, my dad's going to be here soon, I need everyone to leave..." I announced. Braden, Jeph, and Dan all nodded, getting up. "Bye Bert. Bye Gerard!" They all called as the left the house. Gerard was talking on the phone, so I wouldn't bother him yet.
Soon he came back out, looking relieved. "Bye, Bert." He said, sweeping me into a hug. I hugged him back, and then we parted ways. I sat back down on my couch, and took another slice of pizza. Each of the boys had grabbed two slices before leaving, and there was about half of the pie left for me.
About ten minutes later my dad walked through the door. I'm twenty and I still live with my dad, pathetic, right? My friends are also still in high school, so whatever.
"Hey dad." I greeted.
He shot me a glare, "Hello." He said crossly. I frowned a little and pointed to the pizza, "Want a slice?" I offered. He sighed, "Yes. I could really go for some food." He said, grabbing a slice. "Thanks kiddo."
Then he walked into the kitchen.
*Time Stamp: April 22nd, 1998. 3:02 pm (post meridiem)*
*Location: Bert's House*
Ryan was staring at me from the other couch. He had come to pick up, and had saw the way I blew off my brother. He looked very disappointed, and it was creeping me out, because he wasn't blinking. I was trying to ignore him by drumming on Bert's head, and focusing on my finger movement.
My friend Bert was sitting on the floor, at the foot of the couch, back up against the cushion I was on, between my legs. "Gerard, what are you doing?" He asked. I felt him raise an eyebrow as he spoke. "I'm playing you." I responded. I felt him roll his eyes, and then he leaned his head back, resting it directly on my dick. "Bert, what are you doing?" I questioned, "Making myself comfortable." He had a smug tone to his voice.
"Well, you're being a weirdo." I told him.
"Lets order pizza." Quinn, another one of my friends, said, moving from his place on Braden's lap. Braden, Jeph, Dan, and Bert all nodded in agreement, and so did I. Ryan on the other hand got to his spindly legs, "I've got to go, Brendon is waiting for me." He said, ruffling his hair. "Bye, Ry-Bear!" Dan said in a mocking tone. Ryan sneered at him, and walked towards the door to leave. Brendon was Ryan's boyfriend, I think.
Then my phone began to buzz. I checked the caller I.D. Mitch? Why the hell was he calling me? I hadn't spoken to that dick in over seven months. I growled almost silently, and answered the call with hesitation.
"Hello?"
"Hi." Was his sharp response.
"What the fuck do you want Mitch?" I snapped. Everyone stared at me.
"We kind of need your help calming your brother down." Mitch said into the phone.
"Well, you guys can fucking deal with whatever you caused." I replied.
Mitch sighed quietly, and I could hear Frank screaming in the background, "MITCH! HELP!" And then a low growl. "Fine, you're a horrible brother, Gerard. What happened to you?" He hissed, before hanging up.
Mikey and I used to be really close, but now all we did was fight. It was my fault, honestly, and I felt bad for it, but I had started fighting with Mikey to keep my nearly overwhelming attraction to him at bay. My friends had also changed me... I'd lost my old ones, and now I had these ones, and I'm pretty sure Bert had a crush on me.
"What happened?" Bert was on his knees, facing me now.
"Unless you're going to blow me, stand up." I told him, and he reached for my belt. I knew he was joking, but I slapped his hand away, and he started laughing. "My brother is having a melt down of some sort." I told him, "I'm sure Mitch can handle Mikey if he can handle Vic." I told him. "Alright! That means I can keep you?"
I nodded, and smiled at my friend, who was still kneeling between my legs, "But seriously Bert, unless you intend to blow me, turn around or something." I told him, putting my fingers on his forehead, and pushing him back. He fell on his ass, and I rolled my eyes as he pouted, "Maybe I do intend on blowing you." He challenged.
"Doubtful!" I responded.
Quinn interrupted us, "What toppings do you guys want?"
"Pepperoni."
"Sausage."
"Olives."
"Doesn't matter!"
Were the responses thrown back to Quinn, "Can we get a pizza with pepperoni, sausage, and olives on it?" He spoke into the phone, then fell quiet. After a moment he rattled off Bert's address, said bye, then hung the phone up.
*Andy's Point of View*
*Time Stamp: April 22nd, 1998. 3:32 pm (post merdiem)*
*Location: The Way Household*
"Calm down, Mikey!" Mitch had wrestled the spindly boy to the ground. Mikey was kicking and screaming, and we didn't know how to handle this. Last time this happened, Gerard was here to help, but Mitch said that he had refused to come. "You've lost your goddamn mind!" Frank shrieked as Mitch accidentally slammed Mikey into the cabinet.
Vic was behind me hopping up and down, nervously. He'd never seen Mikes like this before, and I'm sure he was terrified.
"It's going to be okay, Vic." I said turning to hug my younger companion. The sixteen year old buried his face in my chest, clinging to my shirt desperately. "You're going to rip my shirt." I said, pushing him away gently. He smirked at me, "I wouldn't mind." I raised an eyebrow, "Watch yourself, kiddo."
"Andy! We could use your help!"
Mikey had gotten back to his feet, and Frank and Mitch were trying to drag him down again. I left Vic's side, and tackled Mikey's midsection, and we both crashed to the ground. Mitch helped me pin him, and Frank went to go check on Patrick. The younger boy had run off to go hide, because he was scared.
Spencer stood uselessly by Vic, trying to think of ways to help.
"Mikey! Calm down!" I shouted, trying to think about how Gerard had calmed him down. "Wait, wait, wait!" I said, something finally clicking. I shoved Mitch away and dragged Mikey to his feet, hugging him tightly so he could run away. The boy squirmed in my grasp, and tried to bite me. I fished around for the words to the song Gerard has sung, and soon they came to me. Mitch stared at me, perplexed as I sung quietly.
Once I was done, Mikey just kind of collapsed in my arms, crying.
"Good work." Mitch said, rubbing the back of his neck, confused. I let Mikey go, "You need to learn to control your emotions." I scolded, stepping away. The blonde haired boy nodded and sighed sadly, "I'm sorry, guys..." He muttered.
"Relax, it's cool bro." Frank said, leading Patrick into the kitchen. Mikey ran over to his boyfriend, sweeping Frank up into a tight, airborne, hug. Frank sounded like he was being suffocated when he said, "Mikey..." When he spoke, I think Mikey's grip got tighter. "Let him go." Mitch said.
Mikey put Frank down, and kissed his cheek, "Sorry." Frank just laughed and shook his head, "I love you too."
I felt jealously turn in my stomach. Me being twenty, and dating sixteen year old Vic, we had to keep quiet. I couldn't display the affection that I so badly wanted to. "Andy, come get food with me." Vic suddenly invited. "Yeah, okay." I said, nodding. "What to you guys want?" I turned to the group that had gathered in the kitchen.
Everyone placed orders, then Vic and I left.
Vic climbed into the passengers seat of my Corvette, and I swung into the drivers seat. The second I sat down, Vic attacked me eagerly, "Hold on! We should actually go get food!" I said craning my neck to keep him from kissing me anymore. He just attacked my exposed throat with tiny nips, "Stop it!" I said, pushing him back into the passengers seat gently. He pouted and stuck his tongue out at me, folding his arms.
"Child." I teased.
He huffed and then rolled his eyes.
*Bert's Point of View*
*Time Stamp: April 22nd, 1998. 4:00 pm (post merdiem)*
*Location: Bert's House*
"Gerard, would you get that?" I whined as the doorbell rang. Gerard groaned, "Fiiine..." He muttered getting to his feet. He swung the door open, and paid the delivery boy before taking the pizza.
He sat back down away from me, placing the box on the coffee table, "I'm going to go make a phone call." He said, getting up again. I watched him walk into the kitchen, and then grabbed a slice of pizza, "Braden, what time is it?"
Braden checked his wrist watch, "It's four." He responded.
"Alright, my dad's going to be here soon, I need everyone to leave..." I announced. Braden, Jeph, and Dan all nodded, getting up. "Bye Bert. Bye Gerard!" They all called as the left the house. Gerard was talking on the phone, so I wouldn't bother him yet.
Soon he came back out, looking relieved. "Bye, Bert." He said, sweeping me into a hug. I hugged him back, and then we parted ways. I sat back down on my couch, and took another slice of pizza. Each of the boys had grabbed two slices before leaving, and there was about half of the pie left for me.
About ten minutes later my dad walked through the door. I'm twenty and I still live with my dad, pathetic, right? My friends are also still in high school, so whatever.
"Hey dad." I greeted.
He shot me a glare, "Hello." He said crossly. I frowned a little and pointed to the pizza, "Want a slice?" I offered. He sighed, "Yes. I could really go for some food." He said, grabbing a slice. "Thanks kiddo."
Then he walked into the kitchen.
Notes
I was GOING to get this up sooner, but my laptop stopped working, and I couldn't put it up, but it's here now, so enjoy!
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I think I'm going to enjoy writing with Andy and Vic more then I will Gerard and Mikey XD
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I'm including that in the next chapter, actually.
2/12/15