Pretty boy (Frerard)

Chapter 1

"They're gonna be fine, Gee," Mikey sighed and rubbed his crying brothers back softly. Their parents had just hopped on a flight to Puerto Rico. Their father, Donald had gotten a job there, and couldn't pass up the offer. They decided it was for the best their two sons stayed in New Jersey. Mikey and Gerard were 17 and 19. It was going to be difficult without their parents. Gerard being a little, could barely take care of himself. Now it was up to Mikey to take care of his big brother on his own.

Gerards POV:

"Gee, it's time to get up" Mikey softly shook me awake as I whined groggily, putting my grey coloured pacifier in my mouth, which had fallen out while I was sleeping. I turned my head away from Mikey, and squinted as sunlight shone through my light pink curtains. I sat up and yawned. "Come out soon, bud" Mikey walked out of my room, closing the door behind him.

I tossed off my pink sheets and stood up out of bed. I walked over to my white dresser and picked out a white high thigh length skirt, light pink silky panties, and a pastel pink shirt with strawberries on it. I tucked in the shirt loosely and paired it with light pink thigh highs. I brushed the knots out of my shoulder length black hair, then grabbed a white pacifier to match my skirt. It might seem pathetic, a 21 year old man wearing pacifiers. But I'd always loved being a little, it makes me happy.

I heard voices downstairs and furrowed my eyebrows, putting down my pacifier. I made my way out of my room and peaked out into the kitchen from the bottom of the stairs. From the looks of it, Mikey had brought over two of his friends. One of them I recognized, Ray Toro. Him and Mikey went to high school together. The other one I couldn't get a good look at, he had his back turned to me. I could see he had tattoos all along his pale arms. Mikey's eye caught mine and he chuckled.

"It's okay to come out, Gee. They don't bite"  Mikey assured me. I bit softly on my paci, slowly stepping out from behind the stair case and walking over to the three.

"Hey, Gerard. Long time no see! You look about the same as last time I saw you" Ray laughed and pat me on the back. But I wasn't listening, I was more focused on the tatted hottie across the table. He was wearing a black tank top and dark blue tight jeans. So tight.

"My names Frank Iero" he held out his hand for me and I looked him in the eyes, blushing and looking to Mikey, who was talking to Ray. I looked back at Frank and shook his hand. His hand was rough and a lot bigger than mine.

"Um.. I'm Gerard but I go by Gee" I said nervously and he nodded, running his fingers through his dark hair. I quickly ran to Mikey and grabbed his arm, staring at Frank. I was mesmerized by him...

I was suddenly pushed out of my daze as a loud ringing came from Frank's phone. He sighed, "I gotta take this, It's Emily" he took his phone into the living room.

I turned back to Mikey "Who's Emily?" I secretly hoped it was his sister...

"Emily is Frank's girlfriend" Mikey said and my stomach twisted in disappointment. I heard Frank talking in the other room. but it was too muffled to understand. After a minute he walked out of the living room and sat back down.

"She'll be here in 2 minutes," he said tiredly. Ray and Mikey groaned and I assumed at this point, nobody really likes Emily...

A few minutes later there was a harsh knock on the door. I sat down. Frank stood up to get the door, and I just then realized how much taller than me he was, at least 5'11. I was only 5'4... The door opened and a tall woman in a black crop top and black jeans stepped in. She had long blonde straight hair that went down to her chest, and narrow blue eyes. She looked intimidating as she sauntered in with her stilettos. Frank followed behind her.

Her eyes landed on me and I held my breath. She looked over me for a few seconds before bursting out into ear piercing, cackling laughter. I jumped and my stomach dropped. I looked at Frank, who rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Emily crossed her arms and squinted at me, smirking "How old are you?"

I nervously fiddled with my fingers "Uh.. 21..." I muttered and she scoffed, walking into the living room. Frank followed her and Mikey rubbed my shoulder.

"It's okay, Gee. She's ignorant." he reassured me. My lip quivered and I ran up to my room, immediately grabbing my white cat stuffy and dramatically princess flopping onto my bed. I turned onto my back and stared at my white ceiling. Why is she so mean? How can Frank like someone like that...

I heard someone coming up the stairs, knowing from the heels loudly clicking that it was Emily. She went into the bathroom next to my room. As soon as she shut the door I heard her start talking to someone. Out of curiosity I grabbed a chair and a sippy cup. I stood on the chair and pressed the cup against the wall, putting my ear to it.

Her voice was muffled, but just clear enough to understand her, "I know. But I had to come over here to make sure he wasn't with some chick. I can't have him leaving me, he's the only one I found who has the money to treat me like a princess." She giggled and my eyes widened. "Speaking of princess, Mikey's brother is so-" 

I noticed a large spider on the wall about a foot away from my face. I gasped and tried to step away, and ended up falling off my chair, causing a loud crash as I fell onto my night stand, hitting my leg on the corner and feeling tears prick at my eyes.

I heard Emily stop talking and quickly come out of the bathroom and she stepped into my doorway. She snickered looking around my room, then saw my empty cup and tipped chair. I saw in her eyes that she had pieced it together and she glared at me, squatting in front of me.

"You heard nothing. Understood, freak?" She asked and I quickly shook my head. She growled and raised her hand. I felt a sharp pain across my cheek, "I'm gonna tell you again. You. Heard. Nothing." I looked at my lap and slowly nodded. She got up and walked out of my room, slamming the door and I heard her walk downstairs.

I put my knees to my chest and held my cheek. Mikey opened my door and sighed. "What happened, Gee?" He crouched down in front of me and I sniffled.

"Emily hit me because I heard her talking bad on the phone..." I said as tears rolled down my cheeks. Mikey rubbed his neck and sighed, biting his lip.

"I'm really sorry, Gee... But... You can't tell frank about that." He stated making me look him in the eyes. I frowned in confusion and he picked me up and put me on my bed.

"Why not..?" I asked sadly, wanting Frank to know how much of a... b word she is. Mikey sat next to me and sighed, patting my knee. He took a breath in and opened his mouth to speak, but hesitated.

"I'm sorry Gee. He can't know because he really... Uh... likes Emily, his last breakup didn't go over well and he wouldn't stop drinking. I can't have him going through that again" He said rubbing my cheek softly. I whimpered and looked down at my lap. I wish I could tell him so he'd stop seeing her, but I don't want him to be hurting like that... "Look, Gee. There's a party at my buddy Pete's later. Why don't you come? I'm sure it'll make you feel better"

Apparently Mikey doesn't know me at all. I've never been to a party except for tea party's with my stuffies. But I nodded my head slowly, hoping Frank would be there. Mikey smiled and ran his fingers through my hair.

"Alright, be ready by 9."