I get dressed and smooth out the bottom of my skirt in the mirror, sighing slightly and feeling nervous for no reason. I feel arms snake around my waist and I look to see Gerard kiss my neck.
"You dress up like this for Mikey? What do I gotta do to get you to look like this when I take you out," Gerard says looking up at me still kissing my neck making me chuckle.
"You don't take me out, Gerard. So stop being dramatic," I said scratching his scalp with my fingernails. He gives me the most dramatic pause and turns to face me instead of looking at me in the mirror.
"AH! What if I was thinking about taking you out tonight? What then? You just ruined it," Gerard says giving me a pouty face.
"Ya get kick rocks sir, you are not as good at this as Frank is," I say pushing him off. He stumbles back falling to the ground and I hear a knock on the door.
"OUCH! Y/n wait! I-I think I broke something," Gerard says from the floor behind me and I open the door to see Mikey standing there with a Pink Floyd t-shirt and black jeans.
"Come in...your brother is dying," I say with a smirk, and Mikey sighs.
"He has lived through worse," Mikey says passing by me and entering the room to see Gerard sprawled out on the ground breathing heavily.
"Mikey...is-is that you," Gerard says with his eyes closed holding onto his arm that I pushed. I close the door rolling my eyes and watch as Mikey steps to hover over to his brother leaning down slightly at the limp body.
"Ya know..I think he right...he might need to see a doctor," Mikey says looking over towards me and going closer to Gerard.
I get a little nervous and move closer to them.
"W-what," I say standing behind them.
"Ya...he...he is worse than Frank. And a worse actor," Mikey says slapping Gerard in the chest and making Gerard cough.
"Ok well...that one hurt," Gerard says leaning on his left elbow and rubbing his chest with his right hand.
"Well..we are leaving, have Frank or Ray kiss your wounds," Mikey says taking my hand and dragging me toward the door.
"HEY," Gerard says getting up quickly and running towards us as we reach the door. I look over towards him and see the nervousness spread all over his face.
"Look at him Y/n. Fully healed. Great, we won't be back anytime soon," Mikey says dragging me out the door before I could say bye.
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"So when did you know," I ask taking a bite out of my burger.
We went to a local dive bar that had amazing reviews. Mikey and I have always been huge suckers for good burgers. Throughout every tour, we used to go to local pubs and get a beer and a burger. Mikey used to call it the "annual B&B" I felt a small smile creep on my face when he agreed to do it again. Even if I picked the place and he had no choice, I knew he understood why I chose this place.
"I have known for a while. Even before you knew that he liked you," Mikey says taking a bite of his burger. I choke and my fry and Mikey laughs.
"Come on Y/n...you knew. Deep down you knew," Mikey says taking a swig of his beer. I take a sip of mine with a confused expression.
"No? He was a complete dick to me, just as he has always been. He would always be rude and belittle my ideas. God for the not-ok music video he made me meet him and do all those long days stressing me out of the vision of what the video should look like. God, it was torture," I say placing my finished beer down and calling the waitress over to get a stronger drink. I order a vodka club with a splash of cran and a lime. The best cheap drink that you can get.
