Part 1:
"Just act natural." Whispered Mikey, "How the fuck am I supposed to act natural when there is absolutely nothing natural about this!" I have never, in my entire life, felt this way. Men are supposed to like women, right? The man across the bar had noticed me and was now moving closer; his feet moving in rhythm with the stereo. His face was angelic. His eyes like green, smooth marbles. He was right in front of me now, I could touch him. We stared into each other’s eyes; I could tell he was having the same feeling as I was. "Uh, Hello! I'm Mikey... Mikey Way. This is my older brother Gerard." Instantly snapped back to reality by the sound of my brothers voice, I realize how odd this must look to anyone watching. "Oh, I'm sorry, I’m Frank Iero. It’s very nice to meet you." He reached out to shake my hand. His grip was firm and strong. "I'm G-Gerard. I, umm, I... would you like a drink? I'll buy." I was so nervous, so much for acting natural. He probobly already thinks I'm a total loon. "Sure." He said with a giggle, "Thanks!" "No problem at all. Hey Mikey, can I talk to you?" I grabbed mikey by his jackeet sleeve and led him onto the porch of the bar, it was humid as all get out, and smelled like rain, beer , and cigarette smoke. I lit one up slowly, stalling because I was uncomfortable talking to my brother about the situation at hand. "Mikey, I don't know what’s wrong with me, man." "Hey," Mikey replied, he had a hint of sympathy in his voice, "It's okay, but I really didn't know you were..." "I'm not gay!" I hate snapping at him like that, I also hate saying that i'm not gay, beacuse, at this point, I'm really not sure it's the truth. I look inside the window of the bar and see Frank sitting on a stool, alone, looking just as confused as I am.
To be contiued.
