The Kids From Yesterday

5: When Gerard strikes back, run.

Gerard ran into the kitchen, Mikey chasing after him, giggling like mad. If their mother was home from work, they would have been in big trouble.

"Mikey! Stop chasing me with your spit!" Gerard shrieked at him. Mikey had the slobbery finger held in front of him as he watched Gerard trip over his own feet and landed in the floor. Mikey giggled as he eventually flipped the struggling Gerard onto his back. He wiped his finger on Gerard's face. Gerard sat up and scrubbed his sleeves over his face as he tried to wipe off Mikey's spit. He sat up and slid his hands down, past his eyes and glared at Mikey above the tops of his sleeves. Mikey gulped.

"That's it," Gerard groaned. "My turn." He slid his hands down to his lap and smiled that devilish smile that only Gerard could do. Mikey scrambled to his feet as he squealed, not a I'm-having-a-blast! squeal. It was more of an oh-no-what-have-I-done?! squeal. He started towards the stairs. Gerard began to do that whole motherly county-to-five thingy that only moms, and in Mikey's case, older brothers, could do.

Mikey squealed as he made his way up the flight of stairs. He stopped as he made his way to the top, where he took a couple deep breaths.

"Two!" Gerard screamed. Mikey took in a sharp breath and scrambled to the hall way. He jumped up and tried to grab the string to bring down the attic stairs. He missed.

"THREE!" He yelled a little louder. Mikey gave up on the whole hiding-in-the-attic idea. He made his way into Gerard's bedroom and shut the door softly behind him. He squeezed into the small space under Gerard's bed.

"FOUR!" Mikey heard Gerard stomping up the stairs. He sounded incredibly angry. Mikey squeaked as he heard Gerard come to a stop outside his room.

"Five!"

Mikey held his breath as Gerard threw the door open. He saw Gerard's feet at the edge of the bed.

"Oh Miii-key, where are you?" Gerard asked in a singsong tone. Mikey took a deep breath and hoped that Gerard wouldn't find him. He squeezed his eyes shut. He heard his footsteps get farther away. He opened his eyes and crawled to the edge and peeked his head out from under Gerard's bed.

"Gotcha!" Gerard called as he pulled Mikey out the other side by his feet. Mikey let out a squeal as he felt himself being dragged from under the bed. His shirt began to slide up and he felt the cold floor on his bare stomach. He flipped Mikey on his back and began tickling him.

"Lemme go, Ger'd! I'll stop! I'll stop!" Mikey managed to squeak in between giggles. He squirmed under his brother, trying to get away. Gerard smiled, he would never hurt Mikey, never in a million years. He tickled Mikey's ribs and he smushed his arms to his side in a lame attempt to squish Gerard's fingers. Gerard pulled his hands away and began tickling Mikey's stomach, and Mikey lost it.

"GERARD STOP! I HAVE TO PEE!" Mikey managed to yell out with the small gasps of air he managed to get in before Gerard got up and watched Mikey gasp on the floor, holding his arms over his chest.

"Now, spit on me again, and I'll do it again," Gerard said. Mikey nodded and scrambled to his feet and dashed out his older brother's room to the bathroom.

Mikey went number one and hopped down the stairs as he heard the from door open and his mothers happy voice.

"Boys! I'm home!" She called out. Mikey completely skipped the last step and ran into the living room.

"Mommy! Mommy I made a new best friend today! Do you want to know what his name is?" Mikey asked. Mrs. Way kicked off her shoes and picked up the younger Way son up and gave him a big kiss on his cheek.