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Mikey
My eyebrows shot up my forehead. What the hell was his problem? Of course it hurt to see Frank so upset, but he worries to damn much about everything. And the drugs and alcohol weren’t his problem, they were mine. I slouched on the couch, ending up in a slightly uncomfortable position, but I was too pissed to rearrange myself. As hard as I tried, I just couldn’t get the hurt look on Frank’s face out of my already troubled mind.
I sat there for a few minutes with an eerie silence. In an odd way, I felt much like the guy on the movie Audition. I felt like I was being stabbed with a needle over and over in the most sensitive spots, especially my heart. Just as I made my mind to get off my lazy ass and walk to the kitchen to grab a beer, I heard the front the door being swung open. The pitter patter of feet filled the air and I turned my neck to get a better view. Standing there was my older brother, Gerard.
He gave me a feeble look before saying hey.
“Hey,” I replied back.
“So, what’s been up Mikey? Are you alone in the house or what?”
“Nah. Frank just left a couple of minutes ago.”
“He must have fled or something,” Gerard said with a faint smile. “You know that kid always stays for supper and dessert. Or he could have been hiding in the bush. He’s short enough too.”
I let out a forced laugh and nodded my head. “Tell me about it.”
Gerard walked into the living room and plopped himself on the couch next to me. He picked up the Audition DVD box and shot me a disproving look.
“What!?” I asked.
“You know this movie gives you nightmares every time you watch it.”
“That was ten years ago!” I exclaimed defensively.
Gerard laughed. “I guess you’re right,” he said with a slight huff. “Weird how time flies by.”
I nodded, barely keeping up with the conversation. Gerard was a great older brother, but sometimes his conversations were boring as hell. It was pretty ironic considering he was an artist and artists are always suppose to be interesting as hell and all that other bullshit.
I rubbed my temples. Drinking last night was not a good idea. My head throbbed like a motherfucker. Gerard must have noticed because he asked me what was wrong.
“Are you okay Mikey? Have you and Zulay been fighting lately or something?”
I frowned. Zulay hasn’t even crossed my head in the last few days. Wow, I’m a shit boyfriend. I shrugged my shoulders at him. “No, that’s not it Gerard.” I knew he didn’t believe me so I gave him a few more reassuring words. I clasped his right shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze. “I’m perfect okay, trust me.”
Those five words must have registered nicely in his mind because he gave me a wide smile. “That’s good to know. I’m always here if you need somebody.” He got up from the couch and walked up the stairs. I heard him close the door to his bedroom and I let out a sigh of relief.
Shutting my eyes, I let my head fall back on the couch. All I could think about was Frank.
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Written by iPod Lover on Mibba
My eyebrows shot up my forehead. What the hell was his problem? Of course it hurt to see Frank so upset, but he worries to damn much about everything. And the drugs and alcohol weren’t his problem, they were mine. I slouched on the couch, ending up in a slightly uncomfortable position, but I was too pissed to rearrange myself. As hard as I tried, I just couldn’t get the hurt look on Frank’s face out of my already troubled mind.
I sat there for a few minutes with an eerie silence. In an odd way, I felt much like the guy on the movie Audition. I felt like I was being stabbed with a needle over and over in the most sensitive spots, especially my heart. Just as I made my mind to get off my lazy ass and walk to the kitchen to grab a beer, I heard the front the door being swung open. The pitter patter of feet filled the air and I turned my neck to get a better view. Standing there was my older brother, Gerard.
He gave me a feeble look before saying hey.
“Hey,” I replied back.
“So, what’s been up Mikey? Are you alone in the house or what?”
“Nah. Frank just left a couple of minutes ago.”
“He must have fled or something,” Gerard said with a faint smile. “You know that kid always stays for supper and dessert. Or he could have been hiding in the bush. He’s short enough too.”
I let out a forced laugh and nodded my head. “Tell me about it.”
Gerard walked into the living room and plopped himself on the couch next to me. He picked up the Audition DVD box and shot me a disproving look.
“What!?” I asked.
“You know this movie gives you nightmares every time you watch it.”
“That was ten years ago!” I exclaimed defensively.
Gerard laughed. “I guess you’re right,” he said with a slight huff. “Weird how time flies by.”
I nodded, barely keeping up with the conversation. Gerard was a great older brother, but sometimes his conversations were boring as hell. It was pretty ironic considering he was an artist and artists are always suppose to be interesting as hell and all that other bullshit.
I rubbed my temples. Drinking last night was not a good idea. My head throbbed like a motherfucker. Gerard must have noticed because he asked me what was wrong.
“Are you okay Mikey? Have you and Zulay been fighting lately or something?”
I frowned. Zulay hasn’t even crossed my head in the last few days. Wow, I’m a shit boyfriend. I shrugged my shoulders at him. “No, that’s not it Gerard.” I knew he didn’t believe me so I gave him a few more reassuring words. I clasped his right shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze. “I’m perfect okay, trust me.”
Those five words must have registered nicely in his mind because he gave me a wide smile. “That’s good to know. I’m always here if you need somebody.” He got up from the couch and walked up the stairs. I heard him close the door to his bedroom and I let out a sigh of relief.
Shutting my eyes, I let my head fall back on the couch. All I could think about was Frank.
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Written by iPod Lover on Mibba
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