Chapter 8: Education For The Distressed

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Welp, I am learning the bass now and homework is piling up again.

- Mikey's P.O.V -
I woke up to a beam of sunlight hitting my face. My brother was still sleeping, positioned next to me. Rolling over to the side, a falling sound could be heard. "Owww..." I rubbed my elbows

"What was that!?" Gerard woke up, made me jump. He yawned widely, then came by to my side. "You okay?" I nodded. "Good", He pulled me into an embrace. "Good morning to you too, Gee", He pulled aside and smile at me.

"Wanna make breakfast?" I asked him, and all he did was shake to agreement.

Our parents was going out of town for a few months. But our supplies still standing strong. I made coffee while Gee cook up waffles. We served it and eat. During the time, i read some comic books. It was an aromatic scene, the fragrant of the sizzling bacon toxic the air that surrounds me.

We had a pretty silent scenery for this breakfast. Which I, in majority of time was looking down at the waffles.

- Gerard's P.O.V -
I glanced over to Mikey. I could tell he had something going on. But mostly I could tell that something is anxiety. It wasn't a very clear expression, because Mikey usually just put on a poker face. This definitely a face where he has a fear of something. I need to know.

"What's up with you now?"

"Y'know, school I guess. I don't think we would have friends there. Even though we met the Toro".

Completely understand him, anxiety that usually took over us. Even reality does that to us. We've been real close to each other. Like really close. He is my only friend.

"What's on the agenda?"

"So 3 days from now we have school, maybe shopping? Or hang out with (y/n) and Ray?"

"I want that actually"

"Thank you for choosing to hangout" I smirked.

We both entered the vendetta, on which this floor had been re-polished yesterday. The bricks organized neatly to resemble a pattern on the floor. The whispering trees that the growling wind pass through.

Acknowledging that their house is near ours, we walk there. It was a lovely day outside, birds are singing. The flowers are blooming. On days like this, we should be relaxing.

People felt in so many different ways. So may say it's a beautiful one or it's horrible. Mikey swung his arms over my shoulder. And I just display a fake smile.

We arrived at the Toro's house. It's a decent looking house. I came out close, then knock. A serenade could be heard, someone is playing the guitar. And (y/n) open the door.

"Oh hey! Wasn't expecting you guys" She flashed us a smile. "Come in, come in" She came out and pushed us in.

One way to describe it, It has a cozy feel into it. "Wow, I can't say anything". It was also indescribable to my hearts desire.

"So, what brings you here?" The older Toro stated.

"We're just bored, wanna hangout?"

They look at each other upon it they look like that they're transporting some codes. It's more less a sibling stuff.

"Sure!" The (y/h/c) spoke. While the other one just nodded.

Alright alright alright, I'm sorry this is short but I promise the next chapter of my story probably have more than 1000 words, as you can see I'm working on it.

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