The Opposite Of Love; ferard

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i sat on the couch, attempting to focus on parks and rec as i munched on cheerios. the silence was awkward and had been since yesterday after when pete and gee picked me up from bert's. gerard sat beside me, his leg bouncing up and down.

last night had been even worse, neither of us talking when avoidable. gee slept in mikey's room, forcing his brother to sleep on the couch. mikey was out of the house first thing in the morning because of the tension  was driving him insane. 

he came back around noon, frowning when he saw that we had yet to "make up and fuck" as mikey had put it. the only time the two of us had spoken was him yelling at me for turning on friends reruns.

mikey plopped onto the couch, draping his legs over my lap.

"so, what happened?" his voice was joking, but still firm.

"your brother is freaking out over something extremely minor."

"you were fucking popping pills at bert's house! how could i not be upset?" he yelled before storming out of the room.

"actually, i agree with gerard for once." mikey smirked. "bert is a cunt and getting pills from him is probably the stupidest thing you've ever done. also, gerard hates bert with every fiber of his being so should have at least gone with bob for drugs."

i rolled my eyes before flipping him off the couch.

"so what's your brilliant idea to fix everything, genius?"

"that, i have no idea."

***

"gee?" i knocked softly on out bedroom door. "you in there?"

after not hearing any response, i cracked the door open and peaked inside. the room was empty.

i curled up on his bed, our bed, my face wet from the damp pillow and my tears. i buried my face in feathery pillow, inhaling his scent.

i fell asleep, hoping that in the morning maybe he wouldn't be gone.