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Gerard and Frank Discover the Secrets of the Universe

it's all that i want

I pull into the driveway of my house at 11:56. 4 minutes before curfew. Wonder if Mikey's home. He better be, as his curfew was an hour ago. God, that kid might be more of a 'rebellious teenager' than me.

My eyes look down to my phone, checking the time once more before I shove it in my back pocket. I step out of the car and start walking to the door, pulling out my keys as I do. Moments later, I'm inside the house and clueless. No one is here. It almost feels like the beginning of a horror movie.

I spot a note on the table by the wall, and now this seems like even more of a horror movie. The note is signed Mikey. Okay. Either Mikey is the killer or the killer killed Mikey and is pretending to be him. I've always loved playing games like that with myself.

Gee,

I'm in my room. If you can hear music blasting from outside, don't go in. I don't even need to tell you what that means.

Mikey

So either Mikey and Pete are fucking, or he's trying to tell me that the killer is hiding in his room. Mikey was fucking kidnapped! That's it! "Mikey?" I yell up the stairs, the soft padding of my feet on the stairs making the only sound in the house. I take a left when I reach the next level, knocking on the door.

"Come in." I hear, and no music. My mind is practically screaming at me don't go in! don't go in! but it's not like redrum is written on the door. I open the door and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Just Mikey, sitting crisscross on his bed, rereading Aristotle and Dante.

Maybe the killer is hiding in his closet and Mikey is just acting! What if-

Stop, brain. Just stop thinking.

"How was it?" I ask, taking a seat on his desk. Two brothers who don't know how to sit. Mikey waits a second before folding the edge of a page, closing the book and setting it down. He shifts in his seat to face me, clapping his hands a single time.

IT'S A SIGNAL TO THE KILLER THAT YOU'RE-


SHUT THE FUCK UP

"It was amazing." He smiled, his fingers lacing together. "A band called Satire Responses played. They had a song called 'Fault Line' that I really liked. They almost remind me of Anarbor." Satire Responses. SR. It'd be dope if I were in a band. I'm not bad at singing.

"Give me all the juicy deets." Ugh. Did that sentence really just come out of my mouth? "What did you eat. Did you kiss? What car does he drive?" Mikey bites his lip for a moment, gazing at the popcorn ceiling before looking back to me.

"We both got a few orders of their hamburger sliders. With a salad on the side. No, we haven't kissed. He drives a Hyundai." He says, counting of questions for each sentence. I take a moment to take it in. Hamburger sliders. Mini hamburgers with cheese and pickles. They haven't kissed; I see they are taking things slow despite having known each other for years. A Hyundia. Based on Mikey's car recognition skills I'd say it's white, with a fin, and similar to a sports car.

"Now, tell me." He says, drumming his hands on the bed.

HE'S GONNA KILL YOU.

WHAT THE FUCK IDIOT HE'S MY BROTHER

"What did you order? I know y'all are super lovey-dovey so tell me how far you went. What was he wearing? Did you get the part?" Geez. Are Frank and I really that affectionate in public? Must be. "I ordered a burger and a salad for him, while he got a veggie burger. We got to second base, and it was amazing. He was wearing a dark jean jacket over a black and white striped shirt. And yes, I'm Aristotle and he's Dante."

Mikey kept a grin on his face for most of my answers, but after the last word his face turned to horror. "Pull out your phone right now and tell me who got Julian Enriquez!" I do as he says and scroll through the cast list. "It's... Bert. Who is Julian Enriquez?"

Mikey sighs, running his hands through his already messy hair. I hear him whispering something over and over again. "My brother is an idiot, my brother is an idiot." Wow. Thanks, Mikes. I pretend I don't hear him and wait for him to elaborate. "Julian Enriquez, or Bert, beats Dante, or Frank, up in the book."

Shit.

Notes

I have a short filler chapter for you

honestly I was in a writing mood but needed something to write

I wanted to upload something too

so here this is

I know its annoying but please rate and comment! it honestly means more to me than you think.

Comments

I honestly love this story so much.

love this it's so cute

This is so good. Good luck my friend, and my best wishes bc this is really good and very sweet

cKayE cKayE
1/11/19

Gerard is right - Frank is definitely perfect! :D (‘slight’ Frank bias here!)

SaskiaK SaskiaK
1/4/19

This is really sweet! Also, 30% tip?? Who’s he trying to impress?? :P

SaskiaK SaskiaK
1/4/19