Secrets Are Never Kept ~Frikey~
A Big Brother's Love
*~*Mikey's POV*~*
I was sitting in the green room, tuning my bass to where it sounds as perfect as I could make it. Once I was done, I put my bass in it's case for the time being 'til the show started. Frank was across the room, sitting in a chair, struming slowly to "Give 'em Hell Kid." I smiled softly as I watched, listening closely. Inturupting the content and peaceful mood, Gerard came busting through the door, his iPod on loud, singing. "I see a red door and I want it painted black!" I laughed loudly as I heard the Rolling Stones lyrics from my brother. As did Frank, looking up from Pansy and laughing at him. Then, as in on cue, Ray came busting in now, arms out-streached continuing the song."No colors anymore, I want them to turn black!" Then he crashed next to me on the couch. I laughed more then looked at Frank, his smirk told me the gears in his head were turning as he sat down his guitar. Oh no. "Dog pile on Mikes!" He screamed then jumped on to my lap, flinging his arms around my neck. Soon, I had Gerard and Ray on top of me. Then Bob came into the room. Help...
After I recovered from all the weight I had piled on me, I grabed my bass and got ready to go on. First, Bob went out, going to his drum set. Then Ray, myself, and Frank. Just as we started playing an extended begining to "Helena", Gerard came busting out with that sass/diva aditude he always has on stage. "Good Afternoon, mother fuckers!" He said into the mic, soon after we was singing along to the begining of the song.
The concert was going well, very! Well... Minus the bit of fan service Frank had to do with Gerard. (I turned around for that as always.) But as we were on the song "To The End", Gerard came by and tapped my shoulder lightly, and I fell to the ground on my knees playing. I leaned back some, and saw Frank kneeling over me. I smiled as I played my bass. He leaned down and kissed me gently before mouthing the words: "I love you." With that, he stood and continued walking around, playing. I stood as well, then looked around to see if anyone noticed. It looked like all was fine, but then I saw Gerard give me a weird look, then glare at Frank as we finished the song. Shit.
After the concert Gerard said his good-byes to the crowd then, as always, was the last to exit the stage.
Ray, Frank, and myself were already in the green room. I already has my bass put up, but as Frank was putting away Pansy, I gave him the look. As in the "I think Gee caught on, we need to talk" look. Frank nodded sadly, then handed his guitar case to the equiptment person.
*~*Gerard's POV*~* What, the flying fuck, was that?! Did I just see my "Best friend" kiss my little brother on STAGE?!
I sighed, knowing I had to calm down, "Im sure it was nothing..." I tried to reassure myself. "Im sure they just made it look like they did for the fans... Cause if they dont ship Freard, they ship Frikey... God I hope thats all that was." I entered the green room and Ray was on the phonw with his girlfriend, Christa. Bob was playing with his drum sticks. Mikey and Frank....They were oddly enough.... Avoiding each other! I have never seen them two appart, not once, for a month! I blinked and walked over to Mikey who was cuddled into a small ball on the couch, holding his after-show coffee. (Yes, the boy has after-show coffee.)
I sat next to him. "Hey Mikes!" I smiled. Mikey nodded as he sipped his coffee. "Hey." He was shaking a little. "Mikey, you okay...? Your shaking!" I said, concern covering my voice. Mikey smiled weakly. "Tired, thats all. Don't worry, Gee." I nodded some and patted his shoulder. After a few moments of silence, I broke. "Hey..uh..I just want you to know that no matter what, you can always come to me, about anything. You know that right?" Mikey smiled some. "Yeah, I know. Thanks, Gerard." I nodded.
I've always been protected of my kid brother. I mean, I know he's a grown man, but Im very protective of him. Even in High School, I always, always, had an eye on Mikey. When someone would pick on him, I'd stand right next to him, daring the bully to say another word about my brother. Mikey is all I have. Sure I have Lindsey and Bandit, my heart and soul. But, Mikey has and always is there. He is all I have left. Hell, I remember when his ex slammed him against the wall, yelling at him, the kissed him, trying to rape him. That wasn't fly with me. I yanked him off Mikey and-... Well, let's say it wasn't pretty and he had a few stitches. See what I mean? Im fucking willing to kill a man for my little brother.
I was sitting in the green room, tuning my bass to where it sounds as perfect as I could make it. Once I was done, I put my bass in it's case for the time being 'til the show started. Frank was across the room, sitting in a chair, struming slowly to "Give 'em Hell Kid." I smiled softly as I watched, listening closely. Inturupting the content and peaceful mood, Gerard came busting through the door, his iPod on loud, singing. "I see a red door and I want it painted black!" I laughed loudly as I heard the Rolling Stones lyrics from my brother. As did Frank, looking up from Pansy and laughing at him. Then, as in on cue, Ray came busting in now, arms out-streached continuing the song."No colors anymore, I want them to turn black!" Then he crashed next to me on the couch. I laughed more then looked at Frank, his smirk told me the gears in his head were turning as he sat down his guitar. Oh no. "Dog pile on Mikes!" He screamed then jumped on to my lap, flinging his arms around my neck. Soon, I had Gerard and Ray on top of me. Then Bob came into the room. Help...
After I recovered from all the weight I had piled on me, I grabed my bass and got ready to go on. First, Bob went out, going to his drum set. Then Ray, myself, and Frank. Just as we started playing an extended begining to "Helena", Gerard came busting out with that sass/diva aditude he always has on stage. "Good Afternoon, mother fuckers!" He said into the mic, soon after we was singing along to the begining of the song.
The concert was going well, very! Well... Minus the bit of fan service Frank had to do with Gerard. (I turned around for that as always.) But as we were on the song "To The End", Gerard came by and tapped my shoulder lightly, and I fell to the ground on my knees playing. I leaned back some, and saw Frank kneeling over me. I smiled as I played my bass. He leaned down and kissed me gently before mouthing the words: "I love you." With that, he stood and continued walking around, playing. I stood as well, then looked around to see if anyone noticed. It looked like all was fine, but then I saw Gerard give me a weird look, then glare at Frank as we finished the song. Shit.
After the concert Gerard said his good-byes to the crowd then, as always, was the last to exit the stage.
Ray, Frank, and myself were already in the green room. I already has my bass put up, but as Frank was putting away Pansy, I gave him the look. As in the "I think Gee caught on, we need to talk" look. Frank nodded sadly, then handed his guitar case to the equiptment person.
*~*Gerard's POV*~* What, the flying fuck, was that?! Did I just see my "Best friend" kiss my little brother on STAGE?!
I sighed, knowing I had to calm down, "Im sure it was nothing..." I tried to reassure myself. "Im sure they just made it look like they did for the fans... Cause if they dont ship Freard, they ship Frikey... God I hope thats all that was." I entered the green room and Ray was on the phonw with his girlfriend, Christa. Bob was playing with his drum sticks. Mikey and Frank....They were oddly enough.... Avoiding each other! I have never seen them two appart, not once, for a month! I blinked and walked over to Mikey who was cuddled into a small ball on the couch, holding his after-show coffee. (Yes, the boy has after-show coffee.)
I sat next to him. "Hey Mikes!" I smiled. Mikey nodded as he sipped his coffee. "Hey." He was shaking a little. "Mikey, you okay...? Your shaking!" I said, concern covering my voice. Mikey smiled weakly. "Tired, thats all. Don't worry, Gee." I nodded some and patted his shoulder. After a few moments of silence, I broke. "Hey..uh..I just want you to know that no matter what, you can always come to me, about anything. You know that right?" Mikey smiled some. "Yeah, I know. Thanks, Gerard." I nodded.
I've always been protected of my kid brother. I mean, I know he's a grown man, but Im very protective of him. Even in High School, I always, always, had an eye on Mikey. When someone would pick on him, I'd stand right next to him, daring the bully to say another word about my brother. Mikey is all I have. Sure I have Lindsey and Bandit, my heart and soul. But, Mikey has and always is there. He is all I have left. Hell, I remember when his ex slammed him against the wall, yelling at him, the kissed him, trying to rape him. That wasn't fly with me. I yanked him off Mikey and-... Well, let's say it wasn't pretty and he had a few stitches. See what I mean? Im fucking willing to kill a man for my little brother.
Notes
Okay, so...I lied. this isnt my long chapter, I had it confused with another one ^^"" Oopsey!But the next one, and the one after that is long! I CHECKED! I know now =w=
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