I'm Sorry Every Song's About You

Chapter 1

The first time I heard my neighbor's band playing through my bedroom walls, it scared me half to death. It was Friday and it was late and I wanted to sleep. At this point in time, I barely knew my neighbors. I just knew the son was in my English class. He sat behind me and always whispered correct answers in my ear so I wasn't complaining.

I was just about to settle down and shut my eyes when I heard loud and powerful guitars and drums followed by an equally loud and powerful voice.

"Light that smoke, that one for giving up on me. And one just 'cause they'll kill you sooner than my expectations."

I wasn't going to lie- they were pretty awesome. The song itself sounded good and I couldn't help but listen in. It was still annoying as hell that they were playing at 1:30 in the morning, though.

"Let's play this game called "when you catch fire" I wouldn't piss to out you out-"

"Goddammit Patrick, you forgot the lyrics again, didn't you?" Yelled a voice with a teasing tone when the singer abruptly stopped. A chorus of laughter followed shortly after.

I didn't stop myself from smiling and shaking my head, honestly wishing I could be witnessing the scene I was hearing.

"Mikey, are you okay?"

I squeaked and sprung from my spot by the wall, grimacing at my smirking brother, Gerard.

"You're a fuckin' weirdo, y'know that?" He snickered, coming over to ruffle my hair and straighten my glasses. I frowned and pushed his hand away as his friend, Frank, trailed in seconds later.

"Did you guys hear that music next door? It was loud as shit. We should totally check it out," Frank yawned as he flopped on my bed. His eyes kept fluttering open as he fought to stay awake. Gerard had that look on his face when his gaze fell on Frank that made we want to puke from the lack of subtlety.

"Please get out of my room," I whined, showing just how immature I truly was. I wanted sleep. Gerard just grinned and slipped into my queen sized bed, on top of Frank, who made an oof sound.

"Gee, I am tiny and adorable as hell but I also need to fuckin' breathe," Frank wheezed, attempting to shove Gerard off him. I rolled my eyes at the scene just as he planted a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss on Frank's cheek.

Jesus Christ, he was so obvious.

Frank just giggled and ran a hand through Gerard's long, black hair. He then made a sickened face.

"Fuck, Gee. Your hair needs to be washed. You seriously have a problem," Frank curled his top lip in disgust and Gerard scoffed. He rolled his eyes and continued to rake his fingers through it anyway. I gagged.

"Alright, alright. Get the hell out," I demanded, shoving them off my bed.

"Mikey, watch your profanity. It's impolite. We have guests," Gerard warned, suppressing a cheeky smile as Frank giggled in his ear.

"Oh my God!" I groaned, running my hands down my face. "Get the fuck out of my room, I want sleep!"

"Come join the snuggle pile," Frank said, ignoring my plea before yawning and nosing his face into Gerard's neck. My brother made grabby hands and beckoned me to bed.

I grumbled and pulled away the comforter, "There's no fuckin' way I'm sharing a bed with you two horny bastards. Either leave or so God help me I will drag you out myself."

"Fuckin' Christ- Mikey shut the fuck up," Gerard choked, tried and failed launching himself at me. Frank tugged his hand and they both stumbled out tiredly.