I Wanna Be Yours

Gerard’s point of view
I DID IT! I MANAGED TO ASK FRANKIE TO A DATE! Okay, maybe it’s not really a date since Mikey will be there, but… we can call it a date??
I say bye to Frank, and tell him that I’ll text him my address later on tonight. He waves at me, and walks off. If only I had the guts to tell him how I felt about him. He makes me so happy inside, and Mikey keeps telling me that Frank most likely feels the same, but I still can’t find the confidence I need to tell him. At least Mikey will be happy to know that I invited him over.
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“MIKEY!” I call for my younger brother. “OPEN THE GODDAMN BATHROOM! I HAVE TO LOOK GOOD!”
“and why would that be, Geetard? Why do you have to look so good that it makes you interrupt me in the midst of taking a crap?” I scrunch up my nose “that’s disgusting, Mikes. “ Mikey makes constipated noises, and I decide that I’ll either have to wait an hour before using the bathroom again, or just stay in what im wearing currently.
Once Mikey is done taking his, oh so important crap, I open every window in our apartment, out of fear that if I didn’t, I would die from lack of air. I grab two bottles of febreze and prance around the apartment, coating it with layers of the sweet smelling spray. “why are you so tense Gee? It’s just a Tim Burton marathon. It’s not like the Tim Burton himself is coming. OR IS HE? GEE DID YOU KIDNAP TIM BURTON FOR ME?” he strangles me in a hug “THANK YOU OLDER BROTHER! I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH!” he says, kissing my on the cheek. I flail my arms at him and make a snorting noise. “Chill, Mikes. Unless Frank is secretly Tim Burton, you have absolutely no reason to be harassing me like this.”
Mikey pouts “damn, Gee! First; don’t lead me on like that! And second; Frank? I never thought you’d have the guts to have a proper conversation with him. You really are full of surprises, Gee.”I beam at him, proud of myself. I check my watch. “Okay, so it’s four. Frank is coming at six. TWO HOURS TO GO, GET THIS APARTMENT SPARKLING!” I command my younger brother, as we begin to clean the pigstie we call our apartment.
We are almost finished cleaning when Mikey comes up to me, and puts a hand on my shoulder. “Hey, go get yourself looking pretty. I can take care of the rest.” I nod “Thanks, Mikes. You’re number one. Maybe next time I will kidnap Tim Burton for you.” His eyes widen “just for me?” he asks, theatrically. “just for you, dimwit.” I say, giggling, as I go to my room.
I look at myself in the mirror. My first problem is my extremely greasy hair. I get in the shower and quickly rinse my body, and hair. Once that’s done, I go back to the mirror and stare at myself. I put on my boxers, and look for a pair of black skinny jeans. I decide to wear a white short-sleeved dress shirt, though It looks casual enough for a Tim Burton marathon. I dry my hair, and quickly run my fingers through it. I decide to add a bit of red eye shadow underneath my eyes, and quickly smudge eye liner on. I look at my reflection, one last time. Satisfied, I walk out of my room. My phone buzzes, and I receive a text from Frankie.
From: Frankie<3
Hey, Gee. I’m on my way there. See you in ten.
“MIKEY!!! FRANK’S ON THE WAY! GET THE MOVIES READY!” Mikey walks up to me. “older brother, do you really think I didn’t do that? Do you doubt my undying love for Tim?” I chuckle. “No, sorry for doubting you, younger brother.”
I sit on the couch cross-legged, anxiously waiting for Frank to arrive. Suddenly, my negative conscious invades my thoughts; ‘he’s probably not even gay!’, ‘ he wouldn’t go for you, even if he was!’, ‘you’re just friends, learn to accept that!’. I frown as I think of all the possible scenarios that involved: Frank, and my broken heart.
There is a knock on the door, and I am brought to my senses. “I GOT IT!” I yell at Mikey, although he’s sitting right next to me. “I figured.” He mumbles, and I turn back to stick my tongue out at him. I make my way to the door, and take a deep breath. Anything could happen tonight. I could end up confessing my feelings for Frank, we could just hang out like normal friends, or he could be a complete dick. Once again, the possibilities were endless.
I opened the door, and the stood Frank. Looking utterly beautiful, like usual. I take a moment to embrace his appearance; he was wearing skinny jeans, a black top, and a red tie. I smile at him, and he lets out a nervous laugh. “shit… now I feel overdressed.” In the background, Mikey shouts something like: “well no shit! Nobody wears a fucking tie to a Tim Burton marathon!” I roll my eyes, “sorry about him. You see, physically, he’s nineteen, but mentally, he’s really just ten.” Frank giggled, then shrugged. “I don’t mind. Mikey’s a cool ten year old anyways.” Frank says “hey! Elf! I heard that!” Mikey complains. We hold an awkward silence, until we all burst out laughing.
Once we all stop laughing, and are gasping for air, Mikeys speaks up- of course- “Now, are we going to watch these movie? Because if not, you can go home, Frank.” “Yeah, sorry about that Mikes.”
We begin by watching ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’ , obviously. Then, we begin ‘Frankenweenie’ Halfway through the movie, Frank moves a bit close to me, then leans his head on my shoulder. I blush and Mikey coos at us and I roll my eyes at him.
Once we are finished with the movies, it’s actually 12:00 noon, in the next day. “fuck, that was so much fun. Thank you for inviting me, Gee.” I blush, again. “we should do it again.” Mikeys says, shaking Franks hands. “yeah.” I agree. I hug Frank, and he leaves. I sigh, and close the door. “so, what do you think of him, Mikes.” Mikey grimaces. “not passionate enough about Tim Burton to be in out family.” I roll my eyes. “you have a serious problem, brother.” He sighs. “you’re just too normal.” I scoff. “me? Normal? You really do have a problem. We chuckle together for a while and then decide its time to eat lunch.
“man, it feels like I haven’t eaten in forever. I almost forgot what food tastes like. Such a wonderful gift from the heavens.” I say, caressing my sandwich. “dork.” Mikey states. I flash him a smile. “Please, you love me.”

Notes

hello little friends. Just letting you know, I changed my name, again. I was Placebo, But as you can see, I am now Jesus aka Kurt Cobain. Is this chapter still short? Or is it like a good length? or too long?? idk help me out man