My Paranormal Bromance
Chapter 2: The Sharpest Lives Are The Deadliest To Lead
*Mikey's Point of View*
*Time Stamp: April 25th, 1998. 8:04 am (ante meridiem)*
*Location: The Kitchen*
"Gerard, breakfast!" My mom's voice was kind of annoying sometimes, especially when she yelled. I had a headache for some reason, and all I wanted to do was curl up and sleep more. I was thankful that it was a Saturday, and I didn't have to go to school. I rested my head on my arms, which were folded over the counter, "Are you okay Mikes?" my mom asked, running her hand through my hair. "I'm fine," I muttered.
Then my brother came thundering downstairs, hitting the ground with a loud thud that reverberated in my ears. He scrambled into the kitchen, sliding around the corner, and then practically tackled me off my chair. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" he screamed in my face, pinning me to the cold linoleum. "Get off your brother, Gerard!" I heard my mom shriek. "Stay out of this, bitch!" he bit back. He then turned and began to shake me, "Where is it, you stupid rat!?" he yelled, as my head crashed to the ground.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" I yelled back, biting back tears that threatened to spill over the corners of my eyes. My body was very confused, because Gerard was straddling me, and I've had a crush on my brother for a while now, but he was also hurting me, so it didn't know how to react.
And then Gerard was ripped away from me by my mother, "Do NOT attack your brother like that!" she shouted, slapping him.
"Knock knock, Ms. Way." Mitch, Vic, and Andy stood in our kitchen. Those three were inseparable. "Bad time?" Vic questioned, innocently. "No." I said, getting to my feet. "My brother is just having a shit fit for some reason, he thinks I took something," I told them. Mitch flashed a glare at Gerard.
It hurt Mitch to be around Gerard, I think, because they used to be so close, but now Gerard hated Mitch, and it was all because of Bert and his friends.
"Hello boys," my mom greeted. She wasn't surprised to see them, because neither Vic or Mitch could cook, and having fast food every day for every meal wasn't good, so they came over for breakfast and dinner. Andy was always there right next to them, even though his family lived in the mansion on the top of the hill. They were rich, like, 'we have seven cars that we don't even use' rich.
They all sat down on the table, and soon enough there was more people in the kitchen, "Hello boys," my mom greeted once again to Frank, Spencer, and Patrick, who was clinging desperately to Spencer. I looked at Frank, and he shrugged.
Mitch was suddenly yelling, and Vic was standing up on the counter, holding something out of the man's reach. "VIC! GIVE IT BACK!" Mitch shouted, as Vic held it tauntingly above his head. I couldn't get a good look at what Vic was holding, but Mitch obviously wanted it. And then I started laughing. It was a picture that Mitch kept in his wallet. And it was of Gerard. Gerard was sitting there blushing like a mad man.
Vic shoved the picture in Gerard's face, then jumped off the counter, and ran off, with Mitch hot on his heels. "Don't break anything!" My mom shouted after them. "Can't promise, but I'll pay if we do!" Mitch shouted, and then there was a loud crash.
"What was that!?" My mother yelled.
"Don't worry, Caroline!" Mitch shouted. Yeah, that's my moms name. Caroline.
She ran out into the living room, followed by us, to see that Mitch had shattered our glass coffee table. "MITCH!" She shouted furiously. The younger, but bigger man shied away from my screaming mother. I saw Vic disappearing up the stairs, and Andy ran off to see if he was okay. I almost followed him, but then Mitch grabbed my wrist. "Let Andy take care of it."
*Andy's Point of View*
*Time Stamp: April 25th, 1998. 8:30 am (ante meridiem)
*Location: The Way's Upstairs Bathroom*
"Vic, open the door," I shouted, pounding on the door. "Is Mitch there?" was the younger boys response. "No. He's downstairs getting yelled at." The door opened a crack, and a very unsure looking Vic Fuentes peered out at me.
Once he confirmed that Mitch was indeed downstairs, getting yelled at, he opened the door and allowed me in. I saw the gash on his arm, and immediately knew that Mitch was mentally killing himself for hurting his little brother.
"C'mere," I beckoned the younger boy over, and he buried his face into my chest. "Let me go see if Ms. Way has any bandages," I said, pushing him away gently. Vic nodded, his eyes twinkling, but dull with pain at the same time.
I left the bathroom, and leaned over the balcony, "Caroline!?" I called. She stopped in mid sentence, and it looked rather comical. Her mouth was wide open, and her hands were thrown in the air. Mitch, a man who was rough, tough, and covered in tattoo's was shying away from the shorter, rather petite woman. They both stopped and looked at me. Caroline closed her mouth, and dropped her hands to her side. "Yes, dear?"
"Bandages."
I didn't need to say any more. She ran into the downstairs bathroom. She brought me a roll of gauze, medical tape, and rubbing alcohol. "Thank you."
I went back to the bathroom, and soon the yelling resumed.
I made Vic stand in the bathtub, after having him remove his shirt, and pants. He stood there awkwardly, knees bent in, hands covering his crotch through his boxers (we've never actually done anything more then kiss).
"Give me your arm." I told him. He held the uninjured arm out to me. I glared, "Other arm." He dropped the arm he had held out, and used that hand to once again cover his crotch through his boxers (they were striped and I thought it was kind of funny), thrusting his other arm towards me. I dumped the rubbing alcohol over the gash, and he screamed.
I swear to God, he made my ears bleed. I clapped my hands over my ears, dropping the bottle of alcohol, it spilled down the drain of the tub.
Then Mitch, Frank, Caroline, Mikey, Patrick, and Spencer stood in the door. "Is everything okay?!" Mitch asked, alarmed. Then he saw the gash on Vic's arms, and it looked like someone had just ripped his heart out. "I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry." He whispered. Vic shook his head, "It's no biggy, bro."
I began to bandage the wound on Vic's arm, and then taped it to make sure that the bandages stayed.
"There. Good as new," I said, patting Vic's back. His hand shot down to join the other to cover his crotch again.
"So, why is he half naked?" Mitch asked me, glaring skeptically.
"Because I didn't want to get rubbing alcohol on his clothes," was my awkward reply. I was silently cursing myself for wearing tight jeans, because even seeing Vic without pants was starting to turn me on a little.
God, I was depraved.
*Gerard's Point of View*
*Time Stamp: April 25, 1998. 9:01 am (ante meridiem)*
*Location: The Way Kitchen*
Now that that whole fiasco was over, Andy, Mitch, and Vic left to take Vic to the doctor in case he needed stitches.
I stared across the counter at Mikey, glaring daggers at the target of my hidden affection. "I can't believe you." I said rather suddenly. He looked at me in shock, "What?" I growled, "You took my Misfits record, my limited edition one." I accused, knowing it was actually more likely that Frank had taken it because he liked the Misfits, and hated me.
I should be the one hating him. He had my brother wrapped around his little finger.
Mikey was staring at me incredulously, "I don't even LIKE the Misfits!" He shouted. I jumped up and yanked Mikey towards me. "You're a lying little rat." I shoved him away, and he fell to the ground. Sometimes I just used my temper to get closer to my brother, at least feel his skin. He stayed on the ground, stunned.
"What the FUCK is your PROBLEM!" Mikey shrieked. He jumped to his feet and tackled me, grabbing my hair. This was the first time Mikey had ever fought back. He pulled my face towards the table. My nose collided with the corner of the table.
"I FUCKING HATE YOU GERARD!! YOU HAVE DONE NOTHING BUT MAKE MY LIFE A LIVING FUCKING HELL FOR THE PAST TWO YEARS! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO US!"
Mikey was screaming at me. I shoved him up, got up, grabbed my keys off the counter, and then ran out of the house, and got in my car. I drove to Bert's house, and got out of the car. I ran up to the door, and knocked.
A half naked Lydia McCracken answered the door, "Oh jesus!" She said, blushing, "Bert! Your little friend is here!" She called, Bert came downstairs in boxers, looking like he'd been forcefully dragged from his bed.
"Hi Gerard."
And then I started to cry.
*Time Stamp: April 25th, 1998. 8:04 am (ante meridiem)*
*Location: The Kitchen*
"Gerard, breakfast!" My mom's voice was kind of annoying sometimes, especially when she yelled. I had a headache for some reason, and all I wanted to do was curl up and sleep more. I was thankful that it was a Saturday, and I didn't have to go to school. I rested my head on my arms, which were folded over the counter, "Are you okay Mikes?" my mom asked, running her hand through my hair. "I'm fine," I muttered.
Then my brother came thundering downstairs, hitting the ground with a loud thud that reverberated in my ears. He scrambled into the kitchen, sliding around the corner, and then practically tackled me off my chair. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" he screamed in my face, pinning me to the cold linoleum. "Get off your brother, Gerard!" I heard my mom shriek. "Stay out of this, bitch!" he bit back. He then turned and began to shake me, "Where is it, you stupid rat!?" he yelled, as my head crashed to the ground.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" I yelled back, biting back tears that threatened to spill over the corners of my eyes. My body was very confused, because Gerard was straddling me, and I've had a crush on my brother for a while now, but he was also hurting me, so it didn't know how to react.
And then Gerard was ripped away from me by my mother, "Do NOT attack your brother like that!" she shouted, slapping him.
"Knock knock, Ms. Way." Mitch, Vic, and Andy stood in our kitchen. Those three were inseparable. "Bad time?" Vic questioned, innocently. "No." I said, getting to my feet. "My brother is just having a shit fit for some reason, he thinks I took something," I told them. Mitch flashed a glare at Gerard.
It hurt Mitch to be around Gerard, I think, because they used to be so close, but now Gerard hated Mitch, and it was all because of Bert and his friends.
"Hello boys," my mom greeted. She wasn't surprised to see them, because neither Vic or Mitch could cook, and having fast food every day for every meal wasn't good, so they came over for breakfast and dinner. Andy was always there right next to them, even though his family lived in the mansion on the top of the hill. They were rich, like, 'we have seven cars that we don't even use' rich.
They all sat down on the table, and soon enough there was more people in the kitchen, "Hello boys," my mom greeted once again to Frank, Spencer, and Patrick, who was clinging desperately to Spencer. I looked at Frank, and he shrugged.
Mitch was suddenly yelling, and Vic was standing up on the counter, holding something out of the man's reach. "VIC! GIVE IT BACK!" Mitch shouted, as Vic held it tauntingly above his head. I couldn't get a good look at what Vic was holding, but Mitch obviously wanted it. And then I started laughing. It was a picture that Mitch kept in his wallet. And it was of Gerard. Gerard was sitting there blushing like a mad man.
Vic shoved the picture in Gerard's face, then jumped off the counter, and ran off, with Mitch hot on his heels. "Don't break anything!" My mom shouted after them. "Can't promise, but I'll pay if we do!" Mitch shouted, and then there was a loud crash.
"What was that!?" My mother yelled.
"Don't worry, Caroline!" Mitch shouted. Yeah, that's my moms name. Caroline.
She ran out into the living room, followed by us, to see that Mitch had shattered our glass coffee table. "MITCH!" She shouted furiously. The younger, but bigger man shied away from my screaming mother. I saw Vic disappearing up the stairs, and Andy ran off to see if he was okay. I almost followed him, but then Mitch grabbed my wrist. "Let Andy take care of it."
*Andy's Point of View*
*Time Stamp: April 25th, 1998. 8:30 am (ante meridiem)
*Location: The Way's Upstairs Bathroom*
"Vic, open the door," I shouted, pounding on the door. "Is Mitch there?" was the younger boys response. "No. He's downstairs getting yelled at." The door opened a crack, and a very unsure looking Vic Fuentes peered out at me.
Once he confirmed that Mitch was indeed downstairs, getting yelled at, he opened the door and allowed me in. I saw the gash on his arm, and immediately knew that Mitch was mentally killing himself for hurting his little brother.
"C'mere," I beckoned the younger boy over, and he buried his face into my chest. "Let me go see if Ms. Way has any bandages," I said, pushing him away gently. Vic nodded, his eyes twinkling, but dull with pain at the same time.
I left the bathroom, and leaned over the balcony, "Caroline!?" I called. She stopped in mid sentence, and it looked rather comical. Her mouth was wide open, and her hands were thrown in the air. Mitch, a man who was rough, tough, and covered in tattoo's was shying away from the shorter, rather petite woman. They both stopped and looked at me. Caroline closed her mouth, and dropped her hands to her side. "Yes, dear?"
"Bandages."
I didn't need to say any more. She ran into the downstairs bathroom. She brought me a roll of gauze, medical tape, and rubbing alcohol. "Thank you."
I went back to the bathroom, and soon the yelling resumed.
I made Vic stand in the bathtub, after having him remove his shirt, and pants. He stood there awkwardly, knees bent in, hands covering his crotch through his boxers (we've never actually done anything more then kiss).
"Give me your arm." I told him. He held the uninjured arm out to me. I glared, "Other arm." He dropped the arm he had held out, and used that hand to once again cover his crotch through his boxers (they were striped and I thought it was kind of funny), thrusting his other arm towards me. I dumped the rubbing alcohol over the gash, and he screamed.
I swear to God, he made my ears bleed. I clapped my hands over my ears, dropping the bottle of alcohol, it spilled down the drain of the tub.
Then Mitch, Frank, Caroline, Mikey, Patrick, and Spencer stood in the door. "Is everything okay?!" Mitch asked, alarmed. Then he saw the gash on Vic's arms, and it looked like someone had just ripped his heart out. "I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry." He whispered. Vic shook his head, "It's no biggy, bro."
I began to bandage the wound on Vic's arm, and then taped it to make sure that the bandages stayed.
"There. Good as new," I said, patting Vic's back. His hand shot down to join the other to cover his crotch again.
"So, why is he half naked?" Mitch asked me, glaring skeptically.
"Because I didn't want to get rubbing alcohol on his clothes," was my awkward reply. I was silently cursing myself for wearing tight jeans, because even seeing Vic without pants was starting to turn me on a little.
God, I was depraved.
*Gerard's Point of View*
*Time Stamp: April 25, 1998. 9:01 am (ante meridiem)*
*Location: The Way Kitchen*
Now that that whole fiasco was over, Andy, Mitch, and Vic left to take Vic to the doctor in case he needed stitches.
I stared across the counter at Mikey, glaring daggers at the target of my hidden affection. "I can't believe you." I said rather suddenly. He looked at me in shock, "What?" I growled, "You took my Misfits record, my limited edition one." I accused, knowing it was actually more likely that Frank had taken it because he liked the Misfits, and hated me.
I should be the one hating him. He had my brother wrapped around his little finger.
Mikey was staring at me incredulously, "I don't even LIKE the Misfits!" He shouted. I jumped up and yanked Mikey towards me. "You're a lying little rat." I shoved him away, and he fell to the ground. Sometimes I just used my temper to get closer to my brother, at least feel his skin. He stayed on the ground, stunned.
"What the FUCK is your PROBLEM!" Mikey shrieked. He jumped to his feet and tackled me, grabbing my hair. This was the first time Mikey had ever fought back. He pulled my face towards the table. My nose collided with the corner of the table.
"I FUCKING HATE YOU GERARD!! YOU HAVE DONE NOTHING BUT MAKE MY LIFE A LIVING FUCKING HELL FOR THE PAST TWO YEARS! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO US!"
Mikey was screaming at me. I shoved him up, got up, grabbed my keys off the counter, and then ran out of the house, and got in my car. I drove to Bert's house, and got out of the car. I ran up to the door, and knocked.
A half naked Lydia McCracken answered the door, "Oh jesus!" She said, blushing, "Bert! Your little friend is here!" She called, Bert came downstairs in boxers, looking like he'd been forcefully dragged from his bed.
"Hi Gerard."
And then I started to cry.
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