Dead.

The next day, I woke up to my alarm clock. I groaned in tiredness, knowing I was going to dread the day. I got up from the firm bed, and made my way to my laundry basket. I dug out "clean" jeans and a dark shirt. I struggled to fit into the jeans, and noticed that my butt stuck out more. I stuffed my feet into the converse that were laid out next to the bed as I put on my shirt. When I was finally done changing, I looked at myself into the mirror. All I saw was a depressed man, tried of seeing dead bodies put onto gurneys. Okay, I lied. I loved seeing dead bodies. But maybe that's why I hated myself. Why did I love to see lifeless corpses?

"Hey, Frank!" Mikey's voice called from outside my window.

I thought to myself that I should just pretend that I wasn't here, hiding away in the hallway. I was going to, until I heard another familiar voice, "Frankie!"

I paused but looked out my window to the sidewalk. Mikey stood there, a huge smile on his face next to...Gerard. I looked at the two, trying to adjust what was happening. When the fuck did Gerard meet Mikey?

I opened the window fully to view Gerard. He looked different during the day. His pale skin was glowing, his hazel eyes were really bright. And he was smiling more. I said, "Why the fuck is he here?"

Gerard frowned.

Mikey frowned too, "That's not nice, Frank."

Gerard seemed upset, but something about it didn't seem believable. Gerard didn't meet my eyes as he muttered, "Bad Tuesday morning?"

I can feel the tension between us, and I think they both did too. Mikey stood in his spot awkwardly, "Do you want to come with us to the comic book store?" He asked me.

I was going to say I had other plans, but I couldn't trust Gerard alone with Mikey. Mikey was too helpless, easy to take advantage of. Gerard could charm him up and take MIkey to bed in a second, and that didn't seem right on Mikey's end. I glanced at Gerard, "Sure. I'll be out in a sec."

Mikey walked in between Gerard and I, obviously trying to keep us apart due to the bad connection. Mikey talked with Gerard ecstatically, and Gerard seemed to be having fun too-seemed. Something about him made me aware.

I said, "Mikey, I asked you a bunch of times to go to the comic store-why all of a sudden do you want to go now?"

Mikey's face flushed red, "What are you talking about, Frank?" His voice turned different, he hinted me to shut up. He added, "I love the comic book store. I go every day and check it out." He rose his brows at me, signaled his head to Gerard who was grinning ear to ear.

I took the hint that Mikey wanted to impress Gerard, finding stuff in common with him. I rolled my eyes, making Mikey frown.

Gerard walked in front of us, his hand on the entrance of the comic book store. He said, "I hope they have new stuff." He grinned at Mikey slyly, making Mikey blush. Gerard walked in, leaving Mikey and I behind. When Mikey walked in, I followed behind him. He walked to the other side of the room, opposite side of Gerard.

Mikey smiled, taking glances from the shelves to Gerard. He sighed, "He's hot, isn't he?" He asked me.

"Where did you meet him?" I asked, annoyed.

Mikey replied, "Last night. It was after dark, I was heading back home and then I spotted him. He walked me home," Mikey bit his lower lip, "We talked for two hours. He's an amazing guy."

I looked at Gerard who was scanning through the comic books. I said to Mikey, "He's perfect. Too perfect, wouldn't you agree?"

Mikey replied with a smile, "I think he likes me."

"Ignoring me, aren't you?" I asked.

"I think I'm going to ask him out."

"Mikey, don't you find it weird how he came out of the blue? We haven't seen him before, and you barley met him. You're falling into some deep shit."

Mikey looked at me, his expression changed dramatically, "Why are you trying to ruin this for me?"

I frowned, "I'm not-it's just-he doesn't seem right for you."

Mikey shook his head, "I don't believe it. You're finally jealous and want me, huh?"

I froze, "Wait-what?"

"I found someone who actually likes me back and you can't handle that."

I sighed in aggression, "I'm not jealous. I don't like you, Mikey. And I don't like him-his character. Jealously is not part of my emotion. I don't get jealous."

He was shocked and hurt by my words. He tightened his jaw, "You don't get anything. You're like-an emotionless robot." He walked away from me. He headed to Gerard with a placid smile. I can see the two talking, smiling.

I couldn't help but think I could have handled that situation better. Now Mikey might actually hate me right now. I shook it off, picking up a random comic book that I had no interest in. I scanned through the pages until a figure stood by me. I immediately assumed it was Mikey, so I was going to apologize for the back lash-but the scent of cigs entered up my nose.

I asked, "What do you want, Gerard?"

Gerard snatched the comic book from my hands, "How about we chat?"

It was an aggressive move that I haven't ever seen him make. I snatched it back, putting it back into its place, "Chat about what?"

Gerard smiled, "I've been thinking about you."

"About me?"

"The thing is, Frankie," Gerard came closer, "I really like you."

I scoffed, "Bullshit."

Gerard frowned, "What?"

I looked at him, "Bullshit." I spat out the words, but it didn't seem to affect him anymore. Gerard smiled lightly, "Whatever you say. I like you, you're something...special."

The word special chilled me to the bone. I didn't know why. I asked, "Why me?"

Gerard paused but then said, "I see a little of me in you."

And with that, I had stopped giving him my attention. Mikey had come out of the restroom, and all three of us headed to Mikey's house. I didn't talk, just barley. I replied with one-word answers, but didn't make eye contact. Gerard was nothing like me. He was a two-faced manipulator, and I was a curious guy...an emotionless curious guy.

I guess Mikey was right. I am an emotionless robot.

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