Painted Skies

Chapter 9

"We'll never get answers if you don't go to sleep Gerard!" Pete exclaimed, shoving the tea in his face and forcing the covers over his shoulders. Gerard did not want to go to sleep, especially not at 7pm. "He's right Gerard!" Mikey said, also shoving a glass in his face, but filled with apple juice.

Patrick had left hours ago for his band thing, but Gerard was pretty sure he was just really freaked out and wanted to leave. He would give a lot right now to be with him. "I'm too scared," Gerard had been fighting them for hours, he doubted he could even fall asleep with the sun still up and his heart rate through the roof. "You guys didn't live through that experience!" He cried, 'cause it had been fucking terrifying.

"Fine," Pete crossed his arms, Mikey copying his actions. "Then we'll just have to tire you out." He ripped the sheets off his body, bare skin meeting fridged air. He whimpered, grabbing the blankets and wrapping them around his head and shoulders, creating a hooded cape. He wish he didn't only have a T-shirt and shorts on.

"What do you want to do?" Pete asked and Gerard shrugged, he really didn't want to do anything, especially sleep or anything involving physical activity. He kind of wanted to draw but he needed something more mind numbing than that because he really didn't want to think right now. "Watch TV." He said and Pete sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Fine." Mikey also sighed, shaking his head, Gerard didn't know he was that dissapointing. Sometimes he thought Pete was only friends with him for his dreams. And since when did Pete and Mikey become like, the same person? He would probably just end up calling them Petekey 'cause the were basically conjoined, and to tease them, but they would probably like it so his plan would backfire... He was pulled from his unimportant thoughts as Pete dragged him out of bed and into the living room, the tallest throwing on some sweatpants somewhere in the process.

"What do you wanna watch?" They sat, smooshed on the couch, scrolling through the choices on Netflix. They ended up fighting for about an hour and had narrowed it down to the X-men movies. "The first ones were trash." Mikey stated and Gerard gasped dramatically while Pete nodded in agreement. "They were not!" The oldest exclaimed because he loved all of them equally. "You just don't like them because young magneto isn't in them." Pete pointed out and Mikey shrugged defeatedly. Gerard furrowed his eyebrows, "why does that matter?" He asked and Pete gave him a questioning look. "Umm, 'cause he's hot." Mikey stated with a 'duh' tone in his voice. Gerard glanced at the screen, (they had decided on Days of Future Past) yeah, he guessed he could see it.

"C'mon Gerard, we know you're at least bi, you should know this." Pete said with his eyes glued to the TV. Gerard was kind of taken aback, he had never discussed his sexuality with anyone but apparently he didn't really have to. He knew his friends didn't mind, whatever he was, nor did he really care himself., but... Oh god, was it obvious? Like, that obvious. Fuck, he had to stop letting his eyes wander downwards while he was in public.

"I don't know." Gerard said, getting up from the couch with a smug look, "I'm kind of a slut for Evan Peters." He grinned, making his way to the kitchen as the others gasped dramatically. "Don't you dare disrespect Michael Fassbender!" He deciphered from the other room as he made popcorn and gathered some sodas. "He's forty and still killin' it!" Pete had joined in as Gerard rolled his eyes, returning with the beverages and snacks.

He sat back down to the right of Pete who was in the middle, the shorter scooted closer to Mikey, leaving at least two feet between him and Gerard. Gerard frowned at him and Pete smirked. "I'm pretty sure Frank is sitting or wants to sit there." He explained, casually throwing and arm behind Mikey.

No matter how much of an idiot Pete was, that was smooth as fuck.

Mikey and Pete managed to make it through the first movie, though Gerard could tell they were nodding off. Halfway through Apocalypse they were out cold.