A Determined Person

I slowly make my way to my classroom, unbelievably embarrassed and I feel like I'm going to cry. I misread the signals he was sending me...
Fuck... I was sure he was gay.. And now I've made him uncomfortable, embarrassed myself, and ruined a potentially amazing friendship.

Fuck.

I run my fingers through my hair as I enter my classroom and tell my students about the studies they have to do. I cross my arms and put them on my desk, burying my face in them. About five minutes later I feel a hand on my shoulder and after I look up, my brother's concerned face.
"Mikes-"
"Gee... What's wrong..?"
I wipe my eyes, "Nothing... I'm fine, Mikey..."
He sighs and pushes his glasses up on his nose, "Gerard... You can't pull that shit with me. I know you."
I sigh and nod, "I'll-... I'll tell you after school, okay?"
He nods and stands, squeezing my shoulder as he heads back to his desk.

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I'm relieved as the bell for my last class rings and I stand up, gathering my things and stuffing the coffee stained shirt into my bag along with my brushes and paints.
I pull on my green canvass coat and zip it up, shoving my hands into my pockets. I briskly walk out the front doors, somehow managing to avoid any contact with short, cute, sweater wearing, adorable straight men. By the time I reach my car I see my lanky brother standing next to it talking with another senior I have earlier in the day, Kristin.
He quickly says goodbye when he sees me coming and climbs in my car when I unlock it. I climb into the driver's seat and start to put the keys into the ignition when he snatches them away from me.
"Not until you tell me what happened," he demands.
I sigh and rest my head on the steering wheel, "Mikey-"
"No Gerard! What happened?!"
"I-I... I kissed Frank-" I can practically hear his jaw dropping. "What?! You did!? Holy shit-"
"Mikey-"
"Are you guys a thing now-"
"Mikey."
"Or did you just kiss for the hell of it-"
"MICHAEL!" He finally falls silent. "Frank isn't gay..."
And then I hear the one thing I never thought I'd hear.
My brother laughing at me.
"G-get out-" I choke out, my eyes filling with tears. His laughter stops and I hear him shifting in his seat, then one of his extremely skinny arms drapes over me, "Gee... I wasn't laughing at you..."
"Fuck off-.."
"I'm serious, I'm laughing because.. Well, Mr.- Frank, is as gay as you are."
I raise my watery eyes to him, "W-what-..?"
"I'm serious, he's bent as a fucking rainbow..."
I wipe my nose, "Then-
Then how come-"
"He probably felt ambushed, and didn't know what to do."
I whimper and shrug, turning into him and hug him. "How're you doing, Gerard..?"
"Well," I swallow, "I really really want to crawl into a v-vodka b-bottle-"
I feel him tense, "Gerard Arthur Way, you are ten fucking years sober and you are not going to throw that shit away, okay?!?"
I look up at his stern face and slowly nod, "I p-promise I won't, Mikey-"
He nods and rubs my back, "Good..." He chews on his lip for a moment, "I think I'm going to stay with you tonight anyway, just to make sure."
I sniffle and nod, I don't blame him for not trusting me... I wouldn't. "W-we could have a L-Lord of the R-Rings marathon, I bought th-the special extended editions-"
He laughs softly and nods, "Sounds great, big brother," he lets me go and hands back my keys, "I'll just let mom know so she doesn't freak over where I am."
"Good idea..." I wipe my eyes once more and start the car.

Notes

Nice longish chapter for y'all!
enjoy!

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