Disenchanted (Frerard + Petekey)

Saturday Pt. 1

The door creaked open ominously, the stagnant, dank air filled his nostrils as he peaked his head in, fumbling for the light-switch on the wall.

Gerard had left the curtains drawn and the place had taken on a musty odour in addition to its regular teenaged funk.
The overhead light snapped to life as Mikey shuffled his way inside, grocery bag in hand. The last time he'd gathered clothes for his brother he'd grabbed whatever was on the floor, trying to pick what looked cleanest.

As his fingers connected with one of the remaining pieces of floor-cloth the fabric resisted him. The shirt had been sitting on the floor for so long it had accepted it's fate as flooring. He made a vain attempt to shake it out, ultimately casting it back to its resting place with a disgusted noise.

Fuck Gerard you've gotta clean this place up! Your clothes are crusty.

He shifted his attention to the dresser. He wasn't exactly keen on digging through his brothers drawers, but if the clothes in there were cleaner...

If there's even any clothes left. Fucking floor in here is basically laundry.

He nudged the offending fabric out of the way with his foot so he could jostle open the drawer he was pretty sure contained shirts.

Bingo! Alright you get what you get.

He blindly jammed the clothes into the bag, sure that whatever he grabbed it wouldn't have been his brother's first choice. Repeating his method of trying not to look, he grabbed socks and underwear from the other drawers, adding them to the bag that already contained a clean pair of the jeans he'd stolen from his brother before he left.

Okay, do you need anything else Gee?

He did a slow turn, scanning the room for anything he would need if their positions were reversed.

I brought you deodorant and stuff last time,... and your sketch book... um. What else does he even need?

When nothing sprang to mind after another cursory glance he closed the drawers and left. As he eased the door shut he whispered to the room.

"Bye Gee, see you soon."

A thought prickled at the back of his mind, he'd been talking to empty rooms an awful lot lately. Brushing it aside he made his way down to the end of the driveway to wait for his ride.

Does Ray even know what I look like now? I mean, I saw him last year when Gee was.... But he didn't see me...

He lounged against the mailbox, bag of clothes at his feet, and thought back to that last time he'd seen the bushy-haired boy.

Mikey had known Gerard was out. Reckless as he was he always made sure to tell his brother when he was leaving the house, and Mikey was used to the routine by now. He pretended not to hear the creak of the stairs, the muffled giggles and conversations as Gee met whoever had come to get him at half past midnight, and Mikey always covered for him just in case. He snuck down the stairs silently, he was lighter and better at avoiding the squeaks of the floor, he'd made sure the front door was locked again, Gerard always forgot, and made a trip to the bathroom for good measure just in case his parents had heard movement downstairs.

His phone had woken him up that night, he always kept it near him when Gerard went on his adventures. His brother was sending him constant nonsense texts, the most recent of which read "town the sppr".
Mikey guessed at the intention. Gerard had most likely forgotten his keys and wanted to make sure the door was unlocked. He darted quickly down and unlocked it. Halfway back to bed he heard the gravel crunch in the driveway and headlights swept across the front of the house.