You Have Witchcraft In Your Lips

"Uh, excuse me sir. Could- could I just...?"

"What?" The large man snapped, glaring up at Gerard threateningly.

Gerard gave him a nervous smile, weakly raising his boarding pass. "My seat is at the window, s-sir. Beside yours. Could I get past- please?"

The man grunted and slid out of his seat into the aisle, where Gerard gingerly manoeuvred into his seat, trying to avoid physical contact with the man at all costs.

The man cast Gerard an evil look before slumping back down in his seat, pulling a set of headphones on and crossing his arms. Gerard sighed, scooping out his own earphones and his already rather battered script of Romeo and Juliet. Boy, this was going to be a long flight.

*

Frank awoke to the sound of Mikey's irritating defaulted ringtone. He- in a half awake daze- he rolled over to find himself practically nose to nose with Mikey.

"Mikey? Mikey" he prodded Mikey's shoulder impatiently. "Wake the fuck up, your phone's ringing"

Mikey groaned, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. "What?"

"Answer the phone" he snapped.

He groaned again, reaching blindly over the nightstand. His fingers closed over the device and he answered.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Hey, Mikes!" a giddy voice rang out of the receiver.

Mikey paused, straining to think who the voice belonged to. "Gerard...? You realise it's like- not even 8am over here, right?"

"Yes I do" he said excitedly. "I know exactly what time it is because... well I'm here"

"What?" Mikey said, sitting up quickly and pulling some of the bed sheet with him. Frank protested loudly, but Mikey just gave him an impatient wave of his hand.

"I'm at Newark airport"

"Like, right now? I thought you weren't coming til next week?"

"I wanted to surprise you"

"That's awesome Gee. I'll be right there, I promise" Mikey said, jumping out of bed and rooting around for his clothes.

"Only if it's not too much bother"

"Don't be silly! I'm so excited to see you. I'll be there in um- Frank, how long will it take to drive to Newark airport? Fuck, I don't even know. I'll be there as soon as I can okay?"

Frank's muffled voice rang out from underneath his pillow. "It's like half an hour away. 25 minutes at this time of the morning"

"I'll definitely be there in half an hour Gee" Mikey nodded firmly.

"That's awesome. See you soon kid"

Mikey stuttered out his goodbyes and flung the phone onto the bed, grabbing his skinny jeans and yanking them on.

"So. What I got from that was; your brother's here, he's stranded at the airport and has called you to come get him despite the ridiculous hour of the morning?"

Okay one- he doesn't have a car. Two- it's 8am, hardly a ridiculous hour and three, I haven't seen him in forever, it's the least I could do"

"Pretty ridiculous to me" Frank murmured. "Why were you even in my bed?"

"You were the idiot who spilt his beer, remember?"

Frank grunted and Mikey took it as a general yes.

Mikey shrugged on his top and paused, biting lip "One question-"

"What now?"

"How do you get to Newark airport?"

*

"I can't believe I'm doing this" Frank sighed behind the steering wheel as he sped down the motorway, Mikey sitting awkwardly beside him.

"Sorry"

"That's two things you owe me now. Two" Frank said firmly, holding up his fingers. "I can't believe you don't know the way to the airport"

"It just didn't enter my mind!"

"How could it not have?" Frank snapped.

"I was just excited to see him! I wasn't thinking about HOW I was going to get him"

"You owe me big. Driving down the motorway in track bottoms and a hoodie at 8 in the morning"

"I know" Mikey said impatiently. "Listen, be nice to Gerard when he arrives okay? I wasn't expecting you to meet so early"

"Why does it matter?"

"Because you're a grumpy asshat and Gerard deserves a warm welcome" Mikey said simply.

"You're an asshat" Frank retorted.

"What a clever comeback" Mikey smiled. "Park over in zone A, it's closer"

Mikey and -somewhat grudgingly- Frank made their way inside, passing either grumpy and sleepy passengers or excited tourists.

"Okay" Mikey said quickly. "I texted Gerard on the way over, he said he'll wait at the cafe near gate 5"

Frank glanced up at the plastic signs hanging from the ceiling. "That way, then"

He could see Mikey fidgeting out of the corner of his eyes as they walked slowly to gate 5, compulsively pressing his glasses into his face and pulling at his sleeve.

"It's okay, dude. He won't bite you or anything"

"I know. You probably would, if it was you I was meeting" Mikey smiled weakly. "Oh god, there he is"

Frank's gaze darted upwards and scanned the small rounded tables of the cafe. It was mostly empty apart from a woman in a buisness suit and a man at the opposite end, reading a newspaper and gripping tightly to his black hair, biting his lip and tapping his foot nervously on the dirty airport floor. Out of the two choices, Frank guessed it was the latter Mikey was talking about.

"Gee" Mikey called hoarsely. The man's head snapped up and he stopped playing with his hair. He broke into a smile and dropped the newspaper, jumping up and speeding towards them.

Frank could see his face more clearly now; and he had to admit, Gerard was a decent looking guy. Not really the way guys would be typically attractive; his features were more pretty and delicate than masculine, but attractive nonetheless. He now understood why Gerard had been chosen to play Romeo, he barely looked out of highschool.

"Mikey" Gerard collided with Mikey, nearly knocking him over. Mikey grabbed onto him tightly, holding himself against the brother he hadn't seen in so long. "You've gotten taller"

Frank scratched the back of his head awkwardly, feeling like the classic third wheel and becoming embarrassingly aware that he had chosen to go commando. In Frank's defence, he hadn't been previously aware that he'd had to get out of the car, never mind even come to the airport in the first place.

Gerard finally released his brother, stepping back to get a better look, beaming at him like a proud father. He turned towards Frank, apparently only just realising his presence.

"Oh- You must be Frank. Nice to meet you. I'm Gerard, Mikey's brother"

"I had no idea" Frank deadpanned, shoving his hands in his pockets and praying no one could see the outline of his crotch.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, we were just coincidentally walking through Newark airport and some guy ran up to us. Who'd have thought it would be Mikey's brother who we were set to pick up"

"I see what you mean" Gerard said cheerily to Mikey, who was rolling his eyes at Frank. "He's exactly what you said he'd be like"

"Yeah... sorry Gee. Go make yourself useful and grab a bag" Mikey said pointedly to Frank.

"I will in a minute, I've been needing to pee ever since we got off the motorway"

"That's okay, I haven't finished my coffee yet anyway" Gerard said, gesturing over to the table. "We'll wait for you"

Frank went off to find the nearest restrooms, cringing as he saw his reflection for the first time that day in the grimy airport mirrors. He looked like the one who'd just been on a 7 hour flight- not Gerard.

"Right" Frank spoke up as he returned. "C'mon dorks, I wanna get home and go back to sleep"

"I could drive back" Gerard offered "you could sleep in the back"

"Thanks, but I don't like strangers driving my car. Especially not after you've been on a 7 hour flight and probably barely remember the city"

"Alright then. Mikey, you drive for the kid. I don't get it, why did you drag him down here anyway?"

"I-"

"He'd didn't know where the airport was" Frank smirked.

"Oh Mikes you dingbat" Gerard chuckled, lifting one of the larger suitcases and starting down the airport.

"What's a dingbat?" Frank frowned, watching Gerard disbelievingly.

"No idea" Mikey shrugged. "Some slang he's picked up in England I suppose"

Frank shook his head, picking up Gerard's backpack and slinging it over one shoulder.

"Slow down" Frank called as Gerard practically glided down the car park, Mikey more lanky than elegant but both quicker than Frank all the same. Frank stumbled after them, struggling to keep up.

Gerard slowed down, turning his head and smirking slightly. "Sorry, I didn't notice. Your legs are just so short"

"Fuck you" Frank barked. "I'm not that short"

"It's okay, it suits your short temper nicely" he replied sweetly, looking back to Mikey who had stopped beside one of the cars. "What an adorable little car. I guess small things is just your aesthetic"

"Just get the into the damn car before I break your legs" Frank snapped, wrenching open his own door and throwing himself into it.

"Funny" Gerard said lightly. "When people use that tone they usually want people to get out of their car, not into it"

Frank set his jaw and glared at Gerard through the glass. Gerard gave him a dazzling smile and leapt into the seat beside him.

"No no, not the front. Get in the back" Frank whined, batting his hand impatiently.

"Frank, are you aware of the term shotgun?"

"Of course I-"

"Well, I called it when you were going to the loo. Right Mikey?"

"That is true" Mikey admitted, closing the boot and sliding in the back. Frank gritted his teeth. 10 minutes upon meeting this guy and he had already formed a keen dislike for the guy.

"For your information- in America, it is called a restroom" Frank said stiffly, putting the keys into the ignition and bringing the car to life.

Notes

Hello all :)

There we go, chapter up. So what do you think of Gerard, and their attitude towards each other?

-killjoybyname