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Mikey’s POV
My head was spinning, my eye sight was blurry, and I was scared I would wake someone up. As I opened my door I tried to keep my balance on the handle, my mouth consist of the taste of alcohol. I’m going to be screwed tomorrow, the hangover is going to suck, but if Gerard sees me like this, it’ll be even worse.
I guess it doesn’t matter because I hear faint moans coming from the basement.
I sighed, I guess it doesn’t bother me that my friend is fucking my brother. I closed the door hoping they wouldn’t notice. My ears ring as the door slams shut. Shit. I hear a yelp and Frank whisper to Gee. I ran up stairs hoping my legs won’t fail me now.
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I rested my head on my pillow; I turned my headphones up real loud to ignore the sounds of reality swarming around me. The heartbreak beat of the drums and the steady guitar riffs help me forget about her. Tears flowed down my cheeks, I’m not the type of guy to cry so much over a girl but my bipolar disorder was catching up to me.
My eyes felt heavy, my pillow wet, and my head still spinning. My mind black out into not just a dream, but a secret nightmare.

Gerard’s POV
Frank kissed my forehead gently and brushed my hair behind of my ear.
“I love you, goodnight gee.” He winked.
I pressed my lips gently against his,
“I love you too.” I laid on my bed and watched Frank go upstairs.
Was this what I was waiting for? To save Frankie from his past life with Chris and Bert by giving him all my love and life. He was so much more to me than just a boyfriend. How much I loved him, there is no words to describe. Is that gay? I laughed at myself as I closed my eyes.
My mind wandered from Mikey and Frank to Alex and Elena, Bert and Chris to Ray and Bob. Thanks for the memories, life.
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My eyes felt like bricks, my alarm clock decided to piss me off and wake me up at 5:30 on a Monday. I might as well make some coffee while I’m up. I slid my feet off of my bed and decided not to make my bed today.
Mom was up already, her hair tied back she wore her pink rob, she sipped on steaming black coffee, and read the newspaper as if, if she didn’t read the line thoroughly she would miss the whole secret to the meaning of life.
“Morning, Mum.” I poured myself a glass of coffee, trying not to spill on the counter or mom will flip.
“Good morning Gerard, How did you sleep last night?” She raised an eyebrow.
I hesitate, does she know about last night?
“I slept great, thanks for asking, how about you?” I lied, I really didn’t sleep that great, my ass hurt really bad.
“I would have slept like a baby if it weren’t for the moaning and the sound of your brother slamming the door due to his late night date with booze.” Her eyes stabbed me.
I didn’t dare say a word. I looked down at my feet until I heard someone coming down the stairs. I looked up; Frank’s eyes caught mine once again. He smirked.
“Good Morning, Ms.Way,” He kissed my cheek, “Morning Gee.” The I-just-got-laid-and-liked-it act was so obvious with Frankie. He giggled and poured himself coffee.
“Frank, do you mind telling me why you were downstairs with Gerard last night?” Mom’s eyes focused on us with disgust. His smiled faded away to a flat frown.
“Mom!” I scowled.
Frank bit his lower lip and then said with a hint of confidence, “With all due respect, I love your son, he is the most beautiful person ever, I would never do anything that could hurt him,” he smirked, “That is a very personal question, but I could get into depth about what we did last night, if you really want to know.”
We snickered and she just gave us the “death glare.”
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I kept my eyes on Frank. He did the same routine with his coffee every day. He took too big of a sip of his coffee, made this cute facial expression when he burnt his tongue, and then recovered quickly taking another sip. His expressions amused me, I giggled to myself.
“Wha-?” his voice unaware of my center of amusement
“Ha-ha, I love you.” I touched his hand.
He blushed a light red in embarrassment.
“Ever heard of School?” Mikey’s bloodshot eyes found ours.
“Mikey you’re so fucked up, it’s usually me who’s drunk!”I giggled, Frank didn’t find it funny, I ignored his glare and made my way to Mikey.
“The police officer and the “S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W unit said we have to stay home for while, I count as awhile still,” The Scarecrow unit is just a nickname for the police here, they’re like scarecrows they just sit there and don’t do shit, but once some criminal(crow) come around they always get them, usually without mercy.
Frank winked ,”Have fun at school with that hangover.”
“He’s not going to school,” Ms. Way chimed upstairs as she walked by the hallway.
“Fucker,” I mumbled under my breath, “I have to go to the bathroom.”
I ran into the plain white bathroom, opened my shelf, where I locked my eyes on the pills.
Frank’s POV
Mikey wouldn’t keep eye contact with me.
“What happened last night, Mikey?”
He looked down at his feet, “ I was drunk , I dumped Jeanine. She said things to me that cannot be repeated,” he lost focus; “I’m such an awful fuck.”
He leaned against the coffee table, his body scrawny, he was cute, but certainly not gay.
“Mmm, Mikey there is someone out there better for you, you just have to find,” I emphasized,” Her.”
A loud bang from a door slamming up startled Mikey.
“What the hell, motherfuckers!!” Mikey rubbed his templates.
I sighed and looked through the cabinets for food.
Gerard Snuck behind Mikey, placed both hands on his hips, and pulled hit bum towards Gee’s crouch, “Rape!” Gerard giggled.
“Gerard, stop I’m not in the mood for laughing.” He closed his eyes.
I giggled and turned back towards the cabinets.
I felt hands on my hips, my bum pull towards Gerard.
“Rape!” He laughed in my ear.
“Boner!” I yelped in pleasure.
Gerard leaned against the table, trying to keep balance so he won’t fall on the floor laughing.
I brushed a loose hair behind his ear.
His lips touched mine once again, we both wanted more.
I felt his tongue against my lips, messing around with my lip ring.
We would of gone full on making out if it weren’t for Mikey right there.
“Take it to Gerard’s bed if you’re going to do that here, because I feel somewhat turned on right now.” He shrugged
“Maybe it’s because you’re not fully sober.” Gerard glared; he wrapped one arm around my waist.
I rested my head on his chest.
“Mikey, The world is ugly…” I played with my lip ring.
“But you’re beautiful to me.” Gerard kissed my head.
Little did we know, this would be the last time we would see the 6 am New Jersey morning light.