You'll Be My Detonator

Mikey, Brendon and I waited by the front door. Gerard need to hurry up. It was hot outside.
He finally decided to walk over and unlock the door for us.
"Finally!" Mikey ran inside as fast as he could inside and collapsed on the couch.
I rolled my eyes. He had to exaggerate so much. But, that's why I liked him.

"Do you guys want food?" Gerard asked, throwing his bag on the floor by the door.
We all nodded in agreement and ran to the kitchen.
"Sandwich..." I mumbled. "Sandwich..." Brendon said, appearing by my side.
Mikey just laughed. "You guys are so adorable!" I shot him a 'shut the fuck up before I kill you' look.
"What? It's true." He was shoved aside by a flustered Gerard.
"Michael, quit making them uncomfortable." He said with a straight face.
"I thought I made it clear it was 'Mikey' not 'Michael.'" He took out the bread and rolled his eyes.
"I can call you Michael if I want to." He took out the other supplies while Bredon and I watched their weird sibling conversation.
"What do you want on your sandwich Frank?" Gerard said before Mikey could say anything back to his comment.
"Uh ham?" I wasn't used to people making stuff for me. Dad never made me anything. He just kind of went into his room and expected me to do everything on my own.
"What else?" He said. I had to think.
"I dunno, mustard, pickles, cheese." I wanted to keep it simple. He smiled.
I turned back to Brendon who was also smiling. I couldn't help by smile back.
I glanced back at Mikey who was eating his 'creation.' I knew he was about say something.
"Here..." Gerard said, tapping on my shoulder. I turned around and he handed me my food.
"Thank you." I took a bite out of it. Deliciousness.
"Brendon, what do you want?" He walked back to the counter and took out two more slices of bread. I just followed Mikes into the other room.
"Dude... Don't say anything about... Me liking Brendon..." I said between bites of food.
"But why? I mean you two could hit it off!" He licked his fingers.
"What are you talking about?" I whispered. "He won't like me!"
"What are you talking about? He talks about you all the time! He's so into you!" We were both whisper screaming.
"I didn't even know he was gay! You have to tell me these things!" I fell face first into the couch as I finished my food.
"Hey guys!" Brendon cheered. He seemed too happy to be human. ALWAYS cheerful.
"Hey B." Mikey said. I picked up my head from the pillow and saw them high five.

"I said we go upstairs." Brendon suggested, looking me right in the eye. Why did he have to do this? I blushed a deep shade of red and sat up.
"Let's do this..." Mikey ran to the stairs and, again, almost tripped.
"Be careful!" I laughed and followed the both of them.

I slammed the door shut and saw Mikey jump on the bean bag chair face first.
"Dog pile!" Brendon yelled. Oh, great. He jumped on top of Mikes and lied there laughing.
"C'mon Frank, this is fun!" Brendon motioned me to join in.
Oh, what the hell...
I ran and jumped on top of them both. Trying not to hurt Brendon, but definitely trying to hurt Mikey. I laughed as he gasped for air.
Brendon wrapped his arms around my waist and rolled me over so I fell on the floor.
Mikey clawed at the carpet, trying to crawl out from beneath him.
"Help..." He breathed. "Save me..."
I grabbed his wrist and pulled him out from under the weight of the boy on top of him.
"Oh my god..." He lied on the floor gasping for air. "Thank you Frank."
We all laughed.

We were very immature for 17 year olds..

Notes

I'm like really sorry.
I'm bad at writing compared to @MCR Babe 124
Anyways, yeah here it is...