The Band Boy

The Fort

"Dad, I can't go to school today." I croaked, being as loud as I could with a sore throat. When nobody replied, I assumed he wasn't home, or he didn't care.

I smiled to myself and hopped back into the bed, pulling the sheets over my head like a tent.

Just when I got into that comfortable state, the doorbell decided to fuck it up. I groaned and literally rolled off the side of the bed. When I got to the door, I could barely function it.

"WHattttt!" I snapped at Gerard, who was on the other side.

"You definitely are NOT ready for school, as I now know." He huffed.

"Because I can't go." I sniffed, clining to the door for support. "But you sure can, you jerk." 

"Well, I'm better now. And you aren't. Oh, and Mikey wanted me to give you this." Gerard pressed some pieces of plastic into my hand. I inspected the wierd mosh, and looked at Gerard like 'why-the-fuck-would-he-give-me-this?'

"That's your phone." He explained. My eyes went wide at what had become of my phone. There's no way a light toss could do that. Okay, maybe not a light toss.

"Speaking of Mikey, where is he?"

"He's at home, sick. You can go over there, my parents already left for work." Gerard shrugged.

"Agh! Just make Mikey come here instead." I groaned, shoving his shoulder so he'd go.Instead of leaving, he held his ground and yelled instead.

"MIKEYYY!" Gerard fucking screamed like he was summoning satan. A minute later, Mikey poked his head out the front door, hiding himself from the cold outside. He waved to me before groaning about waking up.

Gerard waved him over, and Mikey came in his Pj's, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket. He didn't bother to leave the blanket at home when he made it to my house.

"Hey." I sniffed, and Mikey nodded, leaning against the wall for support. 

"I'm going to be late for school, but I'll probably come back during free period. Bye!" Gerard gave me a distant side hug, and patted Mikey's messy bedhair, trying to stay away from the germs.

I opened the door up so Mikey could come inside, and when he did, he went straight to the couch.

I yawned, followed by a cough, and laid down next to him, feet-to-face, you pervs. I clawed at his blanket, and pulled it over myself, just enough to leave him some, too.

After all, It's kind of my fault for letting him give me his jacket. 

My coughing kept me up, but Mikey was softly snoring, like a little infant, on the other side. I crawled out of my spot, as silently as possible, not to wake Mikey. He looked so fragile, with his mouth hanging open just slightly, his hair kept off his face, and nose a light pink at the tip.

I threw a pack of poptarts in the microwave, letting the oreo creme filling melt. I don't trust that damn toaster. 

The microwave scared the shit out of me when it was finished, with all of it's " oH MY FUCKING GOD IM BEEPING! BEEEEEP BEEP BEEEEP! Beep beep motherfucker."

I opened the annoying microwave to retrieve my precious poptarts, and to stop that annoying sound.

I tiptoed back onto the couch, pulling the blanket on cautiously, trying not to wake Mikey up.

I tried to take a bite out of the poptart, but ended up sneezing on my hand. BITCH NOT MY FUCKING POPTART.

I really love them. 

I flipped through channels and finally found CatDog.

(keeping in mind that SpongeBob SquarePants hadn't aired until 1999, and even though CatDog is from 1998, lets pretend its from earlier.)