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A Moment Of Beauty

by mcrmegan 3 reviews

"Your brother's comfortable."

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: G - Genres: Romance - Characters: Gerard Way, Mikey Way - Published: 2007-06-29 - Updated: 2007-06-29 - 523 words - Complete

1Insightful
The yawn of a girl can be so beautiful it makes you cringe.
Especially when said girl is standing in your kitchen, dressed in her underpants and a shirt, yawning.
Riley's doing this right now as I get my breakfast. I pour out my cereal and there she is, rubbing her eyes, yawning, then smiling.
"Sleep okay?" I ask.
She nods and says; "Your brother's comfortable." Then laughs.
'Your brother's comfortable'
Why not 'You're comfortable, Mikey'
It's always Gerard.
For once,
Just once,
I would like to be the one that gets the praise.
I would like to be the one that gets the compliment.
I would like to be the one that gets the girl.
But me being younger; I don't get that.
I return her nod and reach for the milk.
Riley hands it to me and our hands touch for a slight second.
But in that second,
My body exploded.
I felt as if I was on fire.
She sits down, and without thinking, I look at her shirt buttons and her hips. I follow her legs down to her knees, shins and ankles. All in a brief second. Riley's feet look soft and delicate. Almost like they could melt into the kitchen floor.
She crunches on her own cereal and I sit there.
Watching her.
She leans in close and kisses me on the cheek. "I love you Mikey."
But only in a friendly love.
She's my best friend.
Always there for me.
But she's with my brother.
My brother gets everything.
Gerard.
Gerard Way.
Gerard FUCKING Way.
What a bastard.
Everyone loves Gerard.
Everyone says he saves lives.
Everyone adores Gerard.
I don't.
I think he's a bastard.
Just a bastard.
I have to love him.
He's my brother.
But no body says that about me.
I'm just Mikey.
Plain old Mikey.
The bassist.
What's so great about a bassist?
You got it, nothing.
Gerard's vocals.
Everyone loves a vocalist.
But I don't.
I despise that vocalist.
Prancing around the stage night after night, acting as if he owns the place.
Well guess what; he doesn't.
He doesn't own it, but that doesn't stop him.
Shouting obscene things at the crowd.
Insulting them in every possible way.
Calling them names.
But they still cheer.
They still roar.
They still scream for more.
Gerard Fucking Way.
Everyone loves him.
He just used to be this completely fucked up guy; living in his parents basement.
I was the one who put up with him.
I helped him.
I was the one who was always there.
Yet, people love/ him/.
When I made him.
I helped him get better.
I helped him grow.
He was never an older brother to me.
Never.
Not once.
I was the 'older brother', so to speak.
I may have been younger, but I acted older.
And still, he gets everything that/ I/ want.
And I get nothing.
Not one single thing.

Gerard walks into the kitchen.
Gerard kisses her.
Just softly on the lips
And she kisses back.
Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Just in what they are.
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