So my story is rated R for incest and perhaps some sexual content in later chapters. Enjoy! I worked really hard on this so please, no flames :)
Mikey’s view
It was early in the morning. I hate waking up so early. I feel that life is too long to not sleep in; we can do it any day. I was still dozing and in the back of my mind I knew I had to go to school. Right- today was Monday. Another chance for me to sit alone at the cafeteria. Another chance for me to be humiliated by my peers. Oh well, I’m a guy. I guess I should suck it up and go to school where I learn nothing. Again.
“Mikey, Mikey. Wake up, sleepyhead.” Gerard whispered in his sweet voice. He was gently shaking me by the shoulders. I opened my eyes to a blurry vision of my brother on top of me, his lips pressed to my ear. He was still saying my name and I felt…something when he did that. Something special. ‘No, Mikey, that’s not weird at all…’
“Gee, I’m awake. Can you get off of me please? My blood’s not circulating properly.” Numbness was growing in my arms and my heart was beating at the speed of light. I mean, what could I do? Gerard’s face was just inches away from mine. Just when he got off my bed, I felt instant relief in my limbs. But I also felt my stomach do somersaults. It occurred to me that I instantly missed Gerard’s closeness. I felt my eyes getting tingly with tears. And my brother’d noticed. Crap. I’d always hated crying in front of him, although I always loved the feeling of his arms around me when I did. It was very comforting. It still is.
“Mikey, did I hurt you? I’m sorry.” Gee’s face set from happy and mischievous, to alarmed and angelic. He reached out for me and I was once again wrapped in his hug.
“No, it’s not you. It’s school. Those fucking bastards want to embarrass me and push me around again.” I cried into his shoulder. Gosh, I hated this. Crying always worried Gee. Especially when the person crying was me. He was sweet like that. He’d go out of his way to protect me. He’d never let anyone hurt me.
He knew who I was talking about- Doug, Bert and Paul. They ran our school. They were Lucifer in three persons. Those girlies were out to get outcasts like me and Gerard. They’ve been bullying him since age 10. It’s been a miserable six years of his life. I came to the school a year later and of course, as his little brother, I tried to protect him. And me, being his bother, I was the next target.
“Well, Moikey, you can hang out with me today. I’ll protect you from those creeps,” Gerard smiled at me and hugged me tighter. “I don’t mind.”
“I know you don’t mind, Gee.” I loosened myself from his grip and dried my tears with the back of my hand. I sat up strait in my bed and said, “Let’s get ready for school.”
This is how I usually start my day. I peel off my night shirt and pants and look into my mirror. I see a skinny fifteen year old staring back at me. My arms are thin and little purple spots are showing from when Bert pushed me in the locker room on Friday. My legs are thin too, but I can run really fast. I have a scrape on my knee because of the awful blows and kicks I got from Paul. Cuts on my wrist and hands are showing because just recently, Gee had told me that killing myself for the pleasure of Lucifer wouldn’t solve anything. I also have a bad case of bed head. Gotta straiten my hair…
I grab my glasses, and stand in front of my dresser. I open my drawers and pull out a pair of skinny black jeans and a grey T-shirt. I glance at my watch, which now reads 7:47am. I look over to my straitener longingly, because I know how long it takes, and I’ll be late if I do it. Oh well. I grab my backpack and head downstairs.
I smell waffles.
I was greeted by Gerard, who was at the oven making the beautiful things. He was wearing his signature Misfits T-shirt and grey jeans. There was a rip in the knee. I thought his hair looked pretty cool today. I don’t know how he got his hair to look messy when he’s actually brushed it.
“Nice bed head, Mikey.” He smirked at me.
“I know right?” I stuck out my tongue at him. “Where’s mom?”
“She left early this morning and asked me to wake you up and make breakfast,” Gee looked me up and down. “You look amazing with that shirt today.”
“Thanks, dude. So do you.” I haven’t really ever said anything like that to Gee before, so it made me feel weird. A good weird.
I dropped my eyes to the floor because I couldn’t hold his gaze any longer. ‘Gosh, Mikey, get a hold of yourself!’
Gee must have still been staring at me, because the waffles were on fire. About 10 profanity words flew out of his mouth in 5 seconds. “Damn it, I burned breakfast!”
“Dude, don’t worry about it. I wasn’t hungry anyway.” I assured him.
“But I was! And now I’m hungry.” My retarded bro pouted.
I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and held it out to him. “Apple?”
“No thanks, Moikoi. I love how you’re always concerned for people.” He messed up my bed head with his palm. I playfully pushed him into the counter.
We grabbed our backpacks and headed out the door.
