The door to Gerard’s bedroom burst open, startling him out of his slumber. “Gerard get up, we’re going out.” Mikey said nonchalantly from the doorway. Gerard hid his head under his pillow and groaned incoherently before telling Mikey to fuck off. The pillow flipped off of Gerard’s head and fell onto the floor. “Get up” Mikey said again, this time more insistently. “Take Pete,” Gerard groaned burrowing farther into his blanket. Mikey sighed. “Pete’s busy and I need you to come anyway,” he said, “Now get up or I’m gonna pull you out of bed.” Gerard could feel pressure wrapping around his ankle and he knew Mikey had ahold of him. He groaned and shook Mikey off before climbing out of bed.
Fuck Mikey and his stupid telekinetic powers. He glared at his younger brother who smirked before turning around. “We’re leaving in twenty, get ready.” He called before waving his hand making the door shut behind him. Gerard shot the bird at the closed door before groaning and chucking his sweat pants off.
He loved his brother, he really did. Mikey was kind enough to let Gerard move in with him when their mother finally kicked him out of the house after he couldn’t keep down a stable job about two years ago. Then again he still couldn’t keep down a stable job, but Mikey wasn’t so insistent on it as long as he got most of his part of the rent in. Realistically Pete would pay anything Gerard couldn’t.
On the other hand, Mikey could be a bit troublesome at times with the slightly aloof attitude he’d developed once Pete’s band started getting popular. He apparently took great pride in dating a rock star.
Along with that, he relied solely on his powers to do almost everything. Gerard was sure if Mikey could make himself float, he wouldn’t even walk. Gerard could understand. Why bother with exerting energy when you could look at something and make it move anywhere you wanted? The reliance has caused Mikey some problems however in that he literally couldn’t lift anything regularly anymore. He basically had no upper body strength. Some small things were okay like silverware and water bottles but anything much bigger than that was too much for him. Gerard knew that if he didn’t knock it off soon, the little things would eventually become too much for Mikey.
Gerard finished changing into a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt and pulled a black hoodie over his head. He didn’t bother with a shower figuring it wouldn’t be a good idea to go out in the cold with wet hair. He’d just take one later. He did brush his teeth really quickly and run his fingers through his hair to get rid of the knots. Or, at least some of them.
He left the bathroom and found Mikey in the kitchen sitting at the table in front of two mugs of coffee. He grabbed the cup that was meant for him and gulped down a large mouthful. The hot liquid burnt his tongue and throat, but he didn’t care. He wouldn’t make it through this outing without it.
“Where are we going anyway?” Gerard asked after taking a few more sips. “Record store” Mikey answered quietly. “I’m gonna get you something for your birthday.”
Gerard was confused. His birthday was a week and a half ago and Mikey and Pete had gotten him a present, a new laptop. He started to voice that, but Mikey silenced him with a raised hand. “Pete paid for that.” He explained “I feel bad and I have some extra money, so I figured I could get you a record or two.”
Gerard suddenly felt very guilty for telling Mikey to fuck off that morning.
He stuttered out a thank you as Mikey stood up from the table and moved his mug into the sink. Gerard quickly finished off his coffee and did the same. “You’re driving though” Mikey said, just barely giving Gerard enough warning to catch the keys flying toward his face.
Never mind. Fuck Mikey.

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Gerard stepped out the car, shivering at the cold. They’d parked in front of a small dingy shop called Sweet Pea’s Record Store.Gerard felt a little suspicious about the place. There had to be better record stores in town. However, before he could protest, Mikey waved him inside.
The place definitely seemed better on the inside than on the outside. The bright florescent lighting made the place seem a lot more appealing. The walls were lined with shelves upon shelves of vinyls. Gerard could see one of far selves had CDs and tapes on them as well. Two long shelves sat in the middle of the room filled with more vinyls. There were labels on every section on the shelf and Gerard was grateful for the organization.
Gerard followed Mikey further into the shop before Mikey told him to go pick something out and walked off to go look at something in one of the center shelves. Gerard sighed. He didn’t even know where to start. He quickly browsed over the labels and found a small section of Britpop. He was really liking this record store.
Unfortunately, there were two people standing directly in front of the shelf, preventing him from looking through the section. Gerard panicked. He knew he should just ask for them to move. They weren’t even looking through the records, just talking, so it’d be no problem. But his breath caught in his throat and his heart started pounding.
Gerard always got like this around people he didn’t know. Struggling to talk to people, stumbling over his words, that is if he could get them out at all. He knew it made him look stupid and he knew people judged him whenever it happened which is a large part of the reason why he avoided talking to people at all costs along with really not liking the stab of fear he got whenever he had to talk to people.
Gerard was about to give up and find somewhere to look when Mikey called over from the other side of the store “Hey Gee, look at this!” Gerard turned and found Mikey levitating a Morrisey album he didn’t have yet.
“Hey, no powers on the merchandise!” another voice called out. The brothers both turned toward the voice and Gerard let out a quiet gasp. Standing behind the register was a young man in a tan cardigan. He was definitely shorter than Gerard and his brown hair was styled in a messy mohawk. Gerard could also see a lip and nose piercings along with tattoos on the side of his neck and fingers.
But the man behind the counter wasn’t what surprised Gerard. It was the glowing light blue light surrounding his body like a halo.
Gerard couldn’t breathe, nor could he draw his eyes away. He felt like he was going into shock. He vaguely heard Mikey sigh and apologize. Quickly Gerard made his way over to his brother who was now holding the vinyl in his shaking grip.
“Mikey,” he whispered urgently still not averting his gaze from the man behind the register. “You wanna get this?” Mikey asked holding up the record. He didn’t seem to notice Gerard’s panic. “Mikey!” Gerard whispered again more insistently. “What?” Mikey sounded annoyed before looking over at his older brother. Instantly the tone in his voice changed to a softer more concerned one.
“Gerard, what’s wrong?” “I-I can s-see it” Gerard stuttered motioning to the man behind the counter. “I can see his aura.” Mikey looked over at the man in surprise before quickly looking back at Gerard.
“Don’t stare at him.” Mikey commanded in a quiet voice. “You’ll freak him out.” Gerard nodded and gave the man and his bright blue aura one last glance before regretfully averting his gaze. He could still see the shining blue in his peripheral vision making it hard not to look back up again.
Mikey tried to command his attention away by having him flip through the row of records in front of them since he was finding it too hard to hold the Morrisey record in one hand. After a few minutes, Mikey decided it was time to go. Gerard decided he wanted to keep the Morrisey vinyl since he did really want it. They made their way to the register. Gerard’s heart started pounding again. Up close the light was much brighter and he could get a clearer look at the man who was apparently named Frank according to the name tag pinned to his cardigan.
While Mikey payed for the vinyl he made conversation with Frank about music. Gerard kept his head down at the counter to avoid staring at Frank. At some point Mikey mentioned that the vinyl they were buying was a late birthday present which seemed to spark Frank’s interest. “When was your birthday” he asked while setting the bag with the vinyl in it in on the counter in front of Gerard.
Gerard looked up in surprise finding Frank smiling kindly at him. He felt himself blushing and quickly lowered his head again. “A-about a week… and a half ago” he forced out. He heard Frank laugh and he felt himself getting more red. Frank probably thought he was a dumbass. Gerard suddenly regretted not showering that morning. He probably smelled bad on top of everything else.
“Well, I hope you enjoy the record.” Frank said, and all Gerard could do was nod as he picked up the bag and all but pulled Mikey out of the shop. He could feel Frank’s eyes on his back as he left.
Back in the car, Gerard set the album in the back seat while Mikey shook his head at his older brother with a smirk on his face. “We’ve gotta work on you being more social,” he said causing Gerard’s blush to return. “Shut up.” Gerard grumbled as he turned the key in the ignition. He looked through the window of the shop and could make out Frank’s aura again.
He’d definitely have to come back.

Notes

Henlo! First real chapter is up! Hope you guys like it! Rate, comment, and subscribe if you do! We're gonna get some action next chapter. Hopefully that should be up soon!

Oh also for reference, Frank's aura color is the same blue from the Parachutes album art in case y'all wanted a more exact description.

Till Next Time!

- Josh