"You don't want to see Gerard today?" Mikey asked Frank on the next Saturday. Mikey had been with Gerard all week and it was pretty clear to him that the pair were well on their way to becoming a couple or something along those lines. It was a scary thought for Mikey; both Gerard and Frank had their own issues that they needed to work on, but maybe they would be as good for each other as Mikey had first thought. After all, if Mikey wanted anyone to date his brother, it would be Frank.
"It's not that I don't want to, of course I want to," Frank was in bed, his hair messy and eyes full of sleep, "It's just we need some time together too, right?"
Mikey knew that Frank was right, ever since Frank had found out about Gerard, things hadn't been the same. Mikey and Frank barely spent anytime together, even though they lived in the same house. Sometimes things would be awkward, like the only topic they had to talk about was Gerard. Gerard wasn't the only mutual thoughts that the boys shared, but it almost felt wrong to talk about anything else.
"Well sure, what do you want to do?" The question from Mikey shouldn't be there, and Frank knew it. Why would Mikey ask that? He'd never asked before, he usually just told Frank that they were going to watch a movie or play a video game. So why was he acting so strange?
"What's wrong Mikes?" Frank asked, sitting up so that his back was resting against the headboard of his bed, "And don't tell me nothing, because I fucking know you, okay?"
"There's so much you don't know about Gerard; like his life, his insecurities, his fears, his condition. And I hate to be the one to break it to you, but I doubt that he'll tell you himself," Mikey sighed, and thought that maybe sitting on Frank's bed wasn't the best place to spill all his brother's secrets, "Come down and we'll talk okay? And God damn make sure you're dressed this time."
"It was one fucking time!" Frank shouted after Mikey walked out the door. Frank was a little apprehensive, though. Why would Mikey want to tell Frank all these negative things about Gerard? Gerard was a perfect angel to Frank and Mikey wanted to taint that image?
Frank still went down to speak to Mikey though, knowing that Mikey wouldn't have this conversation if it wasn't necessary. What was annoying, is that Frank wanted this to be a fun day for them as best friends. Frank first grabbed a coffee from the kitchen, that Mikey had kindly made and left on the counter for him, and walked into their dining room where Mikey was sat.
"Fire away then Mikey," Frank said as he sat, placing his coffee in front of him on the table, "But if Gerard hates you for telling me, it's all on you."
"He can't hate me," Mikey stated, "Because he isn't going to find out. I said that he should tell you about his past, but I need to warn you about these things, and that Gerard is more complex than you could ever understand."
Frank shuffled a little uncomfortably, but nodded his agreement nevertheless. Mikey was being really strange and Frank thought that maybe before he met Gerard, Mikey hadn't told him everything there was to know.
"Gerard hates his body, if you couldn't already tell," Mikey sighed, "He had eczema and he thinks that and I quote 'his body is as ugly as his face'."
Frank just sat, digesting the information about the boy that over the last few weeks he had grown close to.
"Our parents hate him, I'm not even joking. They seems nice, and they're so nice to me, but they deny that Gerard's their child. According to them, I'm their first born and only child," Mikey said and Frank made a noise of disgust. Mrs. Way had never struck him as being the kind of woman who would disown her disabled son. Mikey had told him before that they just resent Gerard, but to actually deny that he was alive was disgusting.
"Does he know?" Frank asked, clutching his mug of coffee.
"I would guess so," Mikey said, shrugging his shoulders, "They called him retarded and a fuck up until he moved out. They still do it, just not to his face anymore."
"If I never see your parents again I'll be happy," Frank said, "That's disgusting."
"Sure I suppose, I've grown up with it. I know Gerard isn't those things of course, he's my brother and I love him, but it would be better if he stayed in his house, away from the harsh realities of the world," Mikey suggested, not wanting to deter Frank from wanting to help his brother, but just warn him that Gerard could never be normal, "His condition is thought to be passed through genes. He can't have kids and even if he did he couldn't look after them."
"Okay," Frank didn't care to know about that part of Gerard's condition, it's not like it mattered to him.
"Gerard had a boyfriend and a girlfriend once," Mikey stated, and Frank was a little shocked but then felt highly hypocritical and rude that he had just judged that Gerard had been alone his whole life, "They both treated him like shit, and with his condition making him insecure already, they both took what little confidence he had built in himself and destroyed it all. Mark, Gerard's boyfriend when he was 16, was with Gerard for 4 weeks. It doesn't seem like a long time, but to Gerard it was. Mark was nice enough in front of me, but I overhead him telling Gerard how ugly he was when Mark thought I wasn't there. He just wanted someone to make his own confidence feel better. I made Gerard break up with him and we never saw him again."
"What about the girl?" Frank asked. Frank had finished his coffee and was now just holding the mug between his hands to stop himself from banging the table in frustration.
"Emma. She was with Gerard for a couple of days, it wasn't really much of a relationship. It was Gerard's first relationship, though. She was fine for a few days, saying how beautiful she thought Gerard was. But then she broke up with him, telling him it was just a dare," Mikey sighed, remembering the day that Gerard had come home crying about how everyone at high school hated him and was laughing at him. It was the day that the Way parents decided to pull Gerard out of the high school.
"That's why your so protective of Gerard? Is that why you wanted to always be around me when I was with Gerard?" Frank wasn't kind in his questions, he had a demanding tone, "You think I'm like Mark and Emma?"
"Well at first, sure. I think I had every right to be nervous. He's my older brother, but I need to protect him."
"No you fucking don't have the right! You know me Mikey!" Frank shouted, slamming the mug down on the table, "Well, I thought you did."