Falling In Love Will Kill You

Quatre vingt neuf

Gerard walked into his own home, quietly shutting the door. He looked around the dark and quiet home, sighing that his parents weren't awake, waiting for him. He quickly yet quietly made his way to Mikey's room which was also right across from his.

He knocked on the door. Startled Mikey looked up from his algebra homework to see his older brother standing at his door way. "Hi" Mikey said, wondering why Gerard was just standing there. "Hey" he responded awkwardly. 

Gerard then quickly stepped forward and unlatched the hooks on Mikey's window and opened it. He then turned around to see his brother looking at him weirdly, "Gee what the fuck are you doing?" He asked. "It's too hot in your room" he said.

Gerard then walked back to the door frame, trying his best to make the silence any more awkward. "It's winter... in New Jersey..." Mikey muttered, "So you have a drug dealer?"

Gerard choked on some of the saliva in his mouth and looked at his brother who was smirking at him. "What?! No!"

Mikey shrugged, "Then who was the one texting me?" He asked. Gerard facepalmed, he still had yet to check the shit Pete wrote texted on the way here. "That's was just a friend of mine" he sighed.

Suddenly a text alert sounded from Gerards pocket. He quickly grabbed it and looked at the screen.

PeteWay- HOLY fuck it's cold here

Gerard then looked back at his brother who's eyebrow was raised. "I- uhm Frank is uh- Yeah I'm going to go" he then bolted out of the room, closing the door on his way out.

Mikey sighed and continued to work on his homework until he heard his own phone get an alert. He glanced at the screen only to see that it was Pete calling again. He sighed, ignoring the ringing, and continuing on his algebra.

Suddenly he heard the strum of a guitar. His focus snapped towards the window where none other Pete-fucking-Wentz was sitting right on the sill. His dark hair was sticking slightly, probably from the weather outside.

Pete did a single down strum.

"Have you ever had the feeling that you're drawn to someone?" Pete sang, "And there isn't anything they could of said or done?"

Mikey sighed putting his head in his hands, watching Pete struggle but still managed to play the chords. "Can't you see all I really want to be is your boyfriend, can't fight that. Knock me down you know I'm coming right back! I don't care at all what you done before, all I really want is to be your... your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boyfriend..."

Pete gave Mikey a look. He wished Mikey would return the same look but he didn't. "Mikey?"

Mikey quickly shook his head and dug his face into a near pillow. "Mikey please talk to me" Pete begged. "I shouldn't love you like I do now" he mumbled. Mikey lifted his eyes from his pillow and looked at Pete with a broke state.

"Stop it" Mikey cried.

"I'm not doing anything Mikes"

Mikey slammed his hands on his cotton bedsheets. "Shut up! Will you just fucking stop! You are the reason I feel this way. If it wasn't for you I would probably be having a nice relationship with some girl next door rather than going through this heart wrenching pain of being away from you and being told that what I feel is not natural!"

"Mikey I-"

"No. Go tell Gerard to drive you pack to wherever you came from. I don't want to see you"