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I Put A Spell On You...

3rd Person POV



The drive home was quiet. Neither one of the brother had anything to say to the other.. well other than "Why didn't you..-." and "I don't wanna fucking talk about it.".

Whenever they arrived to their final destination, the Way brother's slammed the car doors shut. They walked up the mini stairs to the front door of their little mansion.
The Way's had money, when I say that I mean they were fucking loaded man.

Donna Way, Gerard and Mikey's mom, was an RN. Their father Donald, was a successful business man. But there was a downside, they never came home from work.

Whenever Donald came home he'd bring one of his infamous whores to spend the night and play 'mommy' -if you know what I mean-.
Donna would come home every now and again, but the brothers didn't really enjoy her company anymore than there fathers. All she did was bitch about work, coworkers, how the house wasn't clean, and how Donald never spoke to her anymore. Poor tired bitch.

So, in reality, the only people that the Way brother's had were..themselves. And the maids who came to clean the house every Tuesday.

Mikey and Gerard never got along. Gerard had always been their parents favorite, In the limited amount of time they had spent with him. After all, Gerard wasn't as much of a mistake compared to Mikey. Gerard won art awards, and he was kick ass in the science department as well.

The neglect turned Mikey's perspective towards his family ..black.

"What's for dinner?" Gerard asked Mikey as they stepped into their luxurious house.

Mikey shrugged and made way to the movie screening room.
"Velveeta.. I don't know.. fucking hotdogs.."

Gerard groaned as he made his own path towards the kitchen. He scoped out their stainless steel fridge. Of course, Mikey forgot to use the credit card to buy food. Because it was empty.

'Empty..' Gerard thought. "It's a metaphor.."

"What?" Mikey hollered.

"This fridge represents our home. Empty."

"Shut up, I'll go to the store tomorrow!"

Gerard sighed as his train of thought sped up. 'What other things in this world are empty?'

And then he appeared like a projection in Gerard's very head. Frank appeared to be insecure and innocent. But after seeing him in a drunken state, Gerard knew he was more than innocent. He remembered his truth as to why he hit Frank in the first place. He felt dumb, he was too blind to see the reality of it all. Frank was playing a character.

Some people say you aren't yourself when your intoxicated. But Gerard didn't believe that. Metaphorically speaking, he thought that everyone had a little green monster lurking inside of them.. And people try their best to keep it hidden. But booze pulls people out of their perfect, polished plastic wrapping and reaches inside of their soul. It brings forward the monster, also known as 'truth'.

Frank revealed himself to be angsty, angry, bitter and.. empty.

He truly was empty, you could see it in his eyes. Well, to be more literal, you couldn't see anything. No glint, shimmer, glimmer. Not a sparkle of hope anywhere to be seen.

The sudden epiphany made things worse for Gerard. His head started to spin.

He weakly made his way to his brother, "I'm going to bed."

Mikey turned around from the television and gave Gerard a strange look.
"It's not even eight o'clock yet."

"I'm not feeling well."

Mikey bitterly laughed, "What Is it Gee? Can't you stand being alone with me?"

"Asshole.. I've been alone with you all my life. I feel so.. weird. I need to sleep or.. maybe just.. puke..?"

Mikey seemed surprised. "Did they finally knock some humility into you, champ?"

Gerard glared at his brother, and gave him the finger. Mikey shrugged and turned back around to watch the television.
"Breaking News! Confessions gone wrong.. Outrages acts of oppressed homosexuality!"


Notes

The original title to this chapter was *Attention* Calling All Assholes *Attention*
..I'm not really sure if there is a method to my madness at this point.
It's still summer, I'm not in the same mindset. Let me fuck shit up..

Oh.. and this is just completely random.. but I just wanted to say it. The community on this website it absolutely amazing. I've been on the site for a year now, and I really never got how great it was till now. People who have written some of my favorite fanfictions are complementing my work, and talking to me. When I first joined, FerardFaggot and I had a conversation that lasted weeks. It's amazing how the majority of the people on this site are so humble. I admire everyone on here.

Comments

@petewentztheemogod
also in the last chapter i mentioned how Gerard wanted to do dirty things wt Frank and so in this chapter he let those
feelings overcome his his sense of rationality

Twisted X Space Twisted X Space
10/25/16

@petewentztheemogod
so yeah.. in the last chapter i mentioned the shit storm.. i left you about a week to interpret what that meant.. and so this is the shit storm. enjoy? cx <3?

Twisted X Space Twisted X Space
10/25/16

what?????? the????????? fuck??????????????????

THE LAST CHAPTER WOULDNT LOAD FOR ME TO EDIT IT SO THERE ARE SOME CRINGEY MISTAKES...SORRY!!

Twisted X Space Twisted X Space
10/22/16

@petewentztheemogod

:)

Twisted X Space Twisted X Space
10/22/16