Sing It Out

The rest of the night went smoothly. There was a lot of joking, snacking and sharing our pasts and future ambitions with each other. I realised that my past wasn't really that interesting to be honest. My dad left me when I was a child because apparently he couldn't 'cope' with having a child, so that gave him an excuse to leave mom and I on our own with nothing. But things got better. My mom found a new partner that was one of the nicest people I have ever met in my life. He gave us everything, he really did want the best for my mom and I. But after a few years of being together, he was diagnosed with cancer and died later that year. Things since then haven't been easy. Living has been hard but it's manageable. Living with the loss is the worst part though, seeing your mother cry isn't something you want to see, but you always want to be there for her. After everything she went through, she never deserved this. 

I did not cry though, not in front of Gerard. But he could sense the sadness and death in my eyes. 
"I'm so sorry you had to go through that." he said softly. 
"It's okay. I've made so many wrong choices in my life. Some things I can't get over or forgive myself for."
"You haven't... Erm, hurt yourself have you Frankie?" he asked with worry in his eye. I can't lie to him, he's all I've got now. 
"Only a few times, no, not a few. I've gone through stages. I started off with occasional harming... Then did nothing for a few months and then I would find myself against another sharp object once more, for a longer period of time before I decide ipthat enoughs enough." 
"Oh Frankie. I don't want to live without you, I need you." he begged. I don't think I would ever want to leave him on his own. 
"I've only tried once. Well, tried to, I don't know how to word this, leave the world. It was the worst mistake of my life and I cannot forget it." I admitted. I didn't want to tell him this, but I have to be honest. 
"Oh my Frankie."

We ended that conversation quickly with much relief to me. I wanted to talk more about him, discover something about my raven haired boy. 
"So, why do you sing?" I asked out of the blue. It was obvious he is an amazing singer, but it's a question. 
"I've always loved singing. If people don't want you to talk, or if they all just want to shut your mouth, you need to raise your voice even more louder. I haven't spoken about my- history- but the only way I could express my anger or sadness was through music. That's why I also learnt to write my own music." he explained. I wish I was as talented as him, he truely is perfect. I would never get enough if him or fail to be surprised by him. 

"Hey guys, hope I'm not interrupting 'lovey dovey time', but we should do something! Gerard, come play on the playstation with me!" said Mikey as he interrupted us again.
He's good at that. 
"Can I join?" I asked. 
"Oh yeah sure! The more the merrier, and the more asses I get to kick." 
"Back off Mikey, this ass is mine." Gerard mocked as he slapped my ass. Cheek. 
"Ew, stop, I just wanted to play GTA. You guys have to promise, no fucking, no groaping or groaning, yeah?" Mikey asked. 
"Fine..." said Gerard and I at the same time with equal amount of commitment. 

We went into Mikeys room that was surprisingly fucking awesome. Band posters littered the walls along with an area linned with wall months with different guitars, different makes. I liked this room. The bed was bang in the middle of the room and everything was well organised and placed especially to fit the room. Opposite the foot of the bed was a medium sized TV with a PlayStation3 and a few games stacked alongside it. 
"Right, as GTA only really works, unlike the rest of my games, we're going to have to take it in turns to do weird shit. Goal is to do the funniest, weirdest, coolest, or all three of those things. Winner will win my share of chocolate." Mikey explained. Such a nerd. He picked up the remote first as we all laid, belly down, on the bed. As Mikey played, Gerard pulled me closer to him and kissed my head. The gesture made me feel so incredibly safe and secure. A loving gesture. Mikey was too fixated on the game to notice Gerard trying to make moves on me.
The basterd was trying to turn me on.
Fuck, no way. He began to trace his hand down from my neck, down the length of my body, past my ass, down my leg, slightly tickling my foot and making me giggle. Mikey looked back quickly to check on us, but he turned back around as he tried to steal one of the military jets, with little success. Gerard then continued his little 'journey' up the inside of my leg, slowly passing my calves, up to my quadriceps, slowing as he reached my rear end. He quickly grabbed my butt, making me squeal and before I could register what was going on, a PS3 controller went soaring past my head, hitting Gerard. 
"Fuck!" Gerard exclaimed. I just laughed at them both. 
"Stop trying to give Frank a boner for fuck sake! Can you not touch him for one second?!" Mikey said sarcastically. 
"Hey, he's my boyfriend I can do what I want!" wait, am I?
"Well its my room, I can do what I want!" 
"Yeah, but it's hard to give the room a boner."
"A room doesn't have a dick to get a boner."
"You seem to be the only dick in here Mikes."
Oooooh. Score one for Gerard holy crap! I'm so glad this guy actually talks now. I'm now in a state of uncontrollable laughter as I fall off the bed in a large thump. 
"You're not having a threesome are you guys?! Don't make me fetch the broom and separate you three!" Mrs Way shouted. This didn't help my laughter. I was developing a stitch as Gerard replied to his mom, but I couldnt hear what it was. He looked down at me with his loving yet very humoured eyes. 

I stopped laughing after a few minutes only to look up at what Gerard was doing on the Playstation. 
"And now Mikey, you shoot the hooker and get your money, plus a little bit more back. Remember, find prostitute, pay for her, shoot her, profit. Business motherfucker."

I didn't stop laughing till half an hour later.    

Notes

The first part of this chapter isn't to do with the real guys history, it's mine so.... Yeah
BUT HUMOUR TO MAKE UP FOR IT.
And double update. I'm so kind to you guys. Night night.