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~im listening to Blood Red Summer by Coheed & Cambria~

Kylers' P.O.V.

Gee had left about an hour ago and I already missed him. Sounds pathetic I know, but I did. Mikey came over a little afterward. I watched as Mikey started to randomly watch a fly buzz around in my room. He seemed so engrossed by the small insect. The smallest thing could entertain this boy for hours, he was kind of weird. Mikey's head followed the pattern the fly was flying in. I shot back on the bed as he randomly jumped on the bed and squashed the un expecting fly between his hands. He opened them up and smiled, showing them to me. I cringed and gave him a weird look.

"You have fly guts all over you now, you're so weird it's unbelievable!" I sighed, shaking my head and pointing to the tissues on the top of my drawers. Mikey laughed and jumped off the bed, quickly walking over to the drawer and grabbing a tissue. He quickly wiped what was left of the fly off his hands and put it in his pocket. I looked at up him confused, bringing my hand up to my forehead.

"Why the hell would you put that in your pocket?" I asked, laughing a little. I knew Mikey was strange but come on, he was beyond strange.

"I don't know, it'll probably fascinate me later when I'm bored at home and it will freak Frank out." Mikey smirked, walking over to the bed and jumping onto it. Lightly bouncing as he hit the mattress and cradled his face with his hands.

"Soooo how are you and Bob then?" I smiled and he rolled his eyes, shuffling a bit on the bed to get himself comfy.

"We're all good. Apart from Fraqnk walking in on us the other day." I laughed and leant back on the bed.

"Yeah he walked in on me and Gee doing...stuff." Mikey lowered his head and a blush covered his cheeks, I raised my eyebrow and smirked.

"Now what was Mikey-Wikey and Bob-lob doing then?" I laughed, sitting up and waiting for Mikey to reply. He slowly raised his head, doing a rather explicit action with his hand and mouth.

"Oh my god!! He walked in on you giving Bob a blow job?!" I practically screamed, covering my mouth with my hand. Mikey shook his head and sighed.

"He walked in on Bob giving me a blow job." I laughed and Mikey punched me in the leg, I let out a grunt and rubbed my leg; pouting. "Do you realize how embarrassing that was? My best friend of all people."

"Well yeah, but dude you could have been doing something worse. Frank was ok about it though?"

"He was alright, more shocked then anything. After he saw us he ran straight upstairs. He hasn't really said much since." Mikey sighed, rolling over on his back and placing his arms behind his head to give him support. "How are you and my brother then?"

"We're good; great actually. We nearly got caught by my mom." Mikey quickly rolled over on the bed, looking up at me from the bottom of the bed.

"Really? What happened?" Mikey asked, obviously interested.

"Well he stayed over and in the morning we were just making out, but then my mom bursts in and Gee flies off the bed." Mikey laughed and I paused, waiting for him to stop.

"Sorry, carry on." Mikey chuckled and I glared at him.

"So then she was all like 'what's going on here' and we were of course like 'nothing' then she just left it. Then Brian walked in on us. Now here I am, sitting on my bed with you." I smiled.

"Anyway, just don't say anything or hint anything around my mom. Don't tell her. She can't know." I begged Mikey and he nodded.

"Of co-"

"Tell me what?" I spun round on the bed, looking up at my mom who had a load of laundry in her arms and she leaned against the door.

"Hi Eliza!" Mikey smiled, waving at her and I just sighed.

"Hey Mikey, so what can't you tell me then?" She asked, looking down at me and I stuttered a little, trying to think of something - anything.

"Nothing, just some stuff. Don't worry about it." I smiled sweetly. She raised her eyebrow then turned around, walking out of the door muttering a 'fine'. I laid down on the bed, releasing a long sigh I hadn't realized I was holding.

"That was close." Mikey laughed and I just rolled my eyes. Everything was a joke to him.

Gerard's P.O.V.

I sat on the couch, dragging my nails across my thigh and tapping my nails on them. I was getting pissed off, beyond pissed off actually. I bit my lip and rolled my eyes at the various comments Bob was throwing at me.

"Bob I mean it! Stop with the blonde jokes man." I sighed, my teeth grinding together slightly. (Bob is black haired in my story!) Bob just laughed and plopped himself down next to me, wrapping his arm round my shoulder.

"I'm sorry my little blondie." I punched Bob in the arm and he hissed.

"Dammit Gee! For a guy that wears make-up and looks like a homo, you can sure pack a punch blondie."

"Enough with the fucking blondie! At least I'm not a black haired tard who's hair looks like Tom Delonge's." Bob gasped in shock. "Yeah I said it!"

"I'm do not look like that weirdo, Gee. Shhh. Why do you lie?" Bob pouted, running his hand through his black faux hawk before the gelled hair knotted and stopped his fingers. He tugged at his hair, pulling his hand free and wincing at the pain. The phone began to ring.

"I'm not getting it blondie, it's all for you." Bob laughed. "Ah yes, more blond jokes ready and waiting my friend." I rolled my eyes and jumped up from the couch, walking into the kitchen and answering the phone.

"Hello?" I called, twirling the phone cord with my finger.

"Gee, it's Eliza again. Sorry to bother you." Her tone of voice different from what it normally is and I automatically began to worry.

"Oh hey, what's up?" I asked, watching as Bob made his way to the fridge and pulled out the carton of milk.

"It's Kyler again. I think he's hiding something from me, I heard him and Mikey t-"

"Bob don't drink out of the goddamn carton!" I screamed, yanking it away from his mouth and spilling it on his top in the process. "See what you did now!"

"Fuck you blondie!" Bob grunted, looking at his shirt and giving me the finger then made his way out of the kitchen with a face like a child who was just denied candy.

"Sorry about that Eliza, you were saying?" I apologized and put the carton back in the fridge, stretching as the phone cord wouldn't go as far as the fridge.

"Yeah, he was talking with Mikey and I think he's seeing someone." My stomach did a flip and I bit my lip nervously.

"Did he say who?"

"No, but he won't tell me anything anymore and that's why I called you. To see if you knew."

"I- I don't I'm afraid. Sorry. But I'm sure if he was seeing someone he would have told you, don't worry about it. He's a teenage boy." I replied, grabbing my bottle of water and bringing it to my lips.

"I think it's someone older then him though." Eliza replied and I choked on my water, coughing loudly.

"W-what makes you think that?" I asked, clearing my throat.

"It's just a hunch, maybe you're right. I mean he would have told me after all. I'm sorry, I'm being silly. I won't bother you anymore. Take care babe."

"Bye Eliza."

"Oh before I go, it's Kylers' birthday next month. I was hoping you could help me organize something. He's going to be sixteen and I want it to be special. Would that be ok?"

"That would be fine. I'd love to help." I replied. He's sixteen next month, that's so soon.

"Thanks Gee, bye."

"Bye." I replied and put the phone down. She's catching on, she's going to find out soon. What the fuck am I going to do?