Are You Scared Of Thunder, Brother?

im cold, not scared.

You would think someone my age wouldn't be afraid of lightning. Yes, I'm 12, but seriously, it's frightening. It's like these big, horses of death in the sky galloping around and I hate it. The whole sky is black and the rain is falling so hard onto the house that I swear they would turn into literal bullets. The wind is like a bomb because I swear it's going to blow everything away.

But worst of all... It's cold. It's freaking freezing. I seriously feel like I'm about to turn into a cube of ice.

I'm going to Gerard. I don't care how old I am. Maybe he can melt me once I freeze over.

I crawl out of bed and walk out of my room quietly to not wake my parents. I walk into Gerard's room and there he is again with his Star Wars shirt and black tights on. Nerd.

I waddle over to his bed. "Gerard?" I poke him. "Gee?" I shake him. "Wake up would you?" I shake him until he starts making low groans of sleepiness and as his eyes slowly open.

He sees me and his eyes narrow in worry. "Mikey? What do you want?"

Suddenly I don't feel like telling him, but the sky does instead. It roars and lights up the house with a bright white light, scaring the holy hell outta me.

Gerard's eyes narrow. "Dude. You're 12."

"Dude," I mock. "I'm cold. Move over."

Gerard sighs, but I can tell he's not gonna decline my request. He moves over, and I climb in, getting under the blankets almost immediately. He doesn't need to pull the covers over me anymore, but I still always curl into a ball.

But then something unexpected happened. Now, I haven't slept with Gerard for ages because I never really get scared anymore (not that I'm scared. I'm cold, remember?), so I really didn't know what he would do at this age. But Gerard hugged his arms around me and brought me closer.

I literally wasn't expecting this, but somewhere deep within me, I wanted him to. Would it be cliche to say he smelt of home? Yes. But is he? Well... Yes.

He's further up the bed than me, so he lays his chin on top of my head. "Are you still cold?"

I shuffle a little under the sheets. "Yeah..."

He brings me even closer until we're practically snuggling. It's so warm. And nice. "Now?"

I smile. "This is... Nice."

He kisses my forehead.

"Good."

I fell asleep in his arms like I always did. Honestly, I'd sleep with Gerard no matter how old I was. He's my brother. And I love him.