My parents were having a small celebratory dinner thing and the entire band was there. Mikey and Ray were messing about with sounds on the computer. Those always seemed to be working. They couldn’t even relax for just one night. As always, Matt sat on the couch not far from them playing video games and Frank was watching, trying to distract the drummer from him game or making annoying comments about his game playing skills. I just laughed at my best friend and he tried grabbing the controller from the bigger male. He was such a kid some times.
I made my way into the kitchen where my mom was busy making dinner with my girlfriend, Melania’s help and my dad was keeping them company.
“Thanks, Mom, Dad for doing this. You really didn’t have to,” I said sincerely grateful.
“Gerard,” Mom started seriously. “Your band just got signed. That’s great news. It’s big! Your father and I just want to show you that you have our support.”
“Until the year you asked for is up,” Dad added jokingly.
Melania turned around to face me, her smile instantly bringing about my own grin.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Way. The boys are going to kill this. You haven’t seen world domination.”
Everyone in the room turned around to see who had made the exclamation. I could clearly make out Brittany’s angry voice and hurriedly made my way into the living room, because there could only be one reason for her outburst. Brittany and Frank were arguing again.
“I don’t get it. If you guys hate each other so much, why don’t you just stop talking to each other? You’re constantly fighting and it’s pissing me off,” Mikey grumbled and Ray simply nodded in agreement.
“He’s so full of shit!” Brittany exclaimed, angrily pointing a finger at the guitarist. “No, wait, he’s full of himself!”
Matt and I cracked up at the direct hit momentarily forgetting our annoyance.
“In that case you’re full of me too,” Frank shot back.
“Okay, stop it! If you want to talk dirty to each other, go do it somewhere else, because I don’t want to hear it,” I said sternly. “What the hell are you even fighting about this time?”
The pair looked at each other and then back at me, but neither of them could give me a straight answer.
“Does it matter what we’re fighting about? Your best friend’s a dick and you are all oblivious to that fact!” Brittany exclaimed incensed. “I don’t get how none of you can see the real Frank fucking Iero.”
I opened my mouth to reply, but someone else beat me to it.
“Brittany, your language! You’re a girl and even if you weren’t, we never taught you to speak such foul language!” our dad scolded her with an angry look on his face. “Now can someone please tell me what’s going on here?”
“Frank and Brit hate each other. It’s as simple as that, Dad,” Mikey muttered. “They’ve never been in the same room for more than a few seconds without trying to rip each other’s heads off.”
My dad looked over at the two of them sternly. “You’re both grown up now. Don’t you think it’s time to start acting like it?” And with that the old man left the room.
I looked back just in time to see Frank lean closer to Brittany and whisper, “Because I’m Frank fucking Iero.”
“Frank!” I snapped as my sister shot him a dirty look.
He grinned innocently up at me, “Yeah, Gee?”
I stared at him for a long time before shaking my head, unable to help the chuckle escaping my lips. “You are just impossible. You’re like a dog. No one can stay mad at you.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” the pint-sized guitarist grinned broadly.
I’m not even sure what happened next, because it was all in a matter of seconds. Frank seemed to double over in pain and Brittany was simply gone.
“Fucking bitch,” Frank hissed quietly, clutching his shin where the blonde girl just kicked him before storming off.
Now it was Mikey’s turn to laugh. Frank flipped him off and wobbled over to the couch still holding onto his injured leg.
“You know,” Matt started not taking his eyes off the television screen. “You and Brittany are perfect for each other.”
“Fuck you!” Frank snapped.
I walked over and sat down next to Frank, interested in what the drummer had to say.
“I’m completely serious,” the male with the scruffy blonde hair said, finally looking over at Frank. “I disagree with Gerard’s dad. Neither you nor Brittany is grown up and from what I can tell, neither of you are planning on ever growing up. So my conclusion is that you belong together.”
“You are fucking delusional, my friend,” Frank stated sourly retying his shoelaces. “That girl is fucking crazy. I’ll pray for the poor soul who is stupid enough to get mixed up with her. Don’t you know? Black widows eat the male after mating.”
“For someone who is afraid of spiders you sure know a lot about them,” Ray spoke up from the other side of the room.
“It’s only for survival,” the short male assured him.
“Frank, please don’t talk about my sister as a black widow again,” Mikey requested.
“But she’s exactly like that,” Frank insisted.
Mikey scowled, “I don’t care. I don’t want to picture her mating… ugh, you know, whatever with anyone. It’s…quite disturbing.”
Frank turned around to face him, a wide mischievous smile spread across his face.
“Is that so? What would you picture when I put Brittany and… Matt in the same sentence?”
“Shut up,” Mikey growled, getting up from the chair he was sitting on.
“What about Brittany and…”
“Frank, I swear if you don’t shut up right now, you’ll be Frank fucking dead Iero,” Mikey threatened.
The doorbell rang and I jumped up to go answer it.
“Brittany and your mom!” I heard Frank yell and then chaos erupted in the living room.
“Hey, Syd,” I greeted hurriedly, letting Mikey’s girlfriend inside. “You’re just in time. I think Mikey is about to kill Frank,” I told her and she laughed as we made our way into the living room.
We could hear Mikey shouting angrily somewhere inside the house, but it sounded like Frank had locked himself into a room and Mikey was just banging on the door. I have no idea how my parents ever survived us lot.
“Help?” Ray said, looking pleadingly at the tall female next to me.
“Mikey!” Syd called out to her boyfriend and soon before long my brother appeared in the living room. “Why are you trying to kill Frank?”
“Because he’s a little asshole,” Mikey grumbled, walking over to her and giving her a kiss.
“He’s lucky you’re here now otherwise I would’ve had his head.”
Everyone in the room burst into laughter at his statement and then went back to what they were doing before.
I slowly opened the bathroom door and peeked outside to check if Mikey was still lurking around, wanting my blood. By looking at him, you’d never be able to tell that he was such an aggressive kid, but he could be really scary at times.
It appeared to be safe and I quietly snuck out into the hallway. I could hear the sounds of laughter coming from the living room’s direction, but that was not what caught my attention. Instead my eyes found a thin sliver of light coming from beneath a door deeper down the hallway. Brittany’s room. I reached it in a few short strides and quietly knocked on the door.
“Come in!” her muffled voice sounded from inside and I accepted the invitation, finding her stretched out across the bed on her stomach, face buried in what looked like some magazine.
She looked up from it and her emerald green eyes narrowed as soon as she saw me standing in the door.
“What do you want?”
I put my hands up in the defense, “Relax. I just want to talk. I promise I’m not here to piss you off. I might end up doing that, but I’ll try not to,” I finished with an innocent smile.
She looked at me suspiciously for a long time and I could only imagine she was thinking. Her eyes were scrutinizing me and I almost started to feel uncomfortable under her glare when finally she sat up and nodded. “Come in then and close the door.”
“Did you like what you saw?” I asked cockily, unable to help myself as I walked over to her bed and sat down across from her.
Brittany rolled her eyes, the corners of her mouth twitching upwards as she said, “But of course, Frankie. You’re such a hot human being I can barely look at you without feeling my entire being burn up.”
I lay down and chuckled up at the ceiling, “Okay, okay. No need to boost my ego too much. I might just get a big head and how do you think that will look with my small body?”
Suddenly Brittany’s face appeared above mine and she looked at me with a small smile. Her green eyes seemed to sparkle with laughter and I could swear that she was making an effort to keep her face from splitting into a broad grin.
“Maybe a big head would be too much for your tiny frame to bear,” she laughed, sitting back again.
“Now hold on a second,” I said a little exasperated, sitting up just enough to enable me to grab her hand and pull her on top of me. “I’m taller than you are so what are you actually saying?”
“I’m not shorter than you!” the blonde argued.
“Oh, yes you are,” I laughed.
“By half an inch!”
I grinned triumphantly, “Still shorter.”
There was a long comfortable silence during which we just stared into each other’s eyes. However, Brittany soon broke the silence, saying, “I guess it’s true that a person’s body makes up for a shortage in one area by overcompensating in another.”
“Wha…” my mouth hung open, because I had no idea what her insult was aimed at.
“Maybe if you weren’t so pint-sized, you wouldn’t have such a big mouth.”
“Excuse me? I don’t have a big mouth,” I retorted a little irked.
“Don’t worry, short shit,” she giggled. “You’re quite skilled with your big mouth,” she grinned before closing the distance between our faces.
Okay, now I definitely didn’t feel insulted anymore. This definitely made up for her bitching me again earlier too.
Her lips gently massaged mine, but it wasn’t enough and I rolled us over, deepening the kiss. I must be brain damaged, because this is the second time this week I’ve made out with Gerard’s sister. Fuck… He was going to skin me alive if he found out. However, these thoughts were soon pushed to the back of my mind and Brittany sucked in my lower lip and I let out an involuntary moan. I could feel her hands push up beneath my shirt and then how she slowly dragged her nails down my chest. This caused goose bumps all over my skin. This girl was going to be the end of me and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.
People… Laughing… Somewhere inside the house. Brit tugged on my hair sending a new sensation running through my body. The Ways, Ray and Matt… A celebratory dinner… Me and Brittany in her room making out furiously… Fuck.
“Brit, stop,” I mumbled against her lips.
“But what…if I don’t want to?” she asked and then she was straddling my hips, smirking suggestively down at me. She gave one look at my flushed face and the quick rise and fall of my chest and grinned broadly. “You don’t really want me to stop, Frankie. You’re already a mess.”
I couldn’t argue with her. I was so turned on that it wasn’t even funny. Her sitting on top of me definitely wasn’t helping matters. But we had to stop. We weren’t alone and anyone could walk in on us at any minute. Mikey was probably still looking for me and if neither of us rejoined the conversation soon, someone was bound to wonder where we were.
“No, Brittany. We can’t,” I insisted, taking her hands in mine to keep her from kissing me again or teasing me for that matter. I only had a limited amount of self-restraint. “Your entire family is in the living room and so are the guys. We really can’t…”
“Way to kill the moment, Frank,” she said annoyed as she got off of me. “While you’re making out with me, you’re thinking of my family?”
“No, I’m just trying to be responsible here. Do you really want your parents or your brothers knowing? I know I don’t…”
“So you’re scared?”
“I’m just being careful.”
The blonde teen sighed deeply, clearly not very happy with me right now.
“You should go. We don’t want to get into any trouble now,” she stated sarcastically. “Heaven forbid anyone finding you in here with me.”
It was my turn to sigh and I got up from her bed, heading for the door. I didn’t have anything to say to her and left her room without another word to rejoin my friends in the living room.