Good Times (Bandom Multiship) (this fic has been abandoned)

//Chapter 2//

When Mikey woke up again, it was bright outside, unlike the other time he had woken up this day. He felt the aftermath of the nightly terror in his whole body and rubbed his eyes which almost refused to open. He stopped moving for a little moment and just listened. Gerard seemed to be up already, there were noises outside Mikey's door. Hearing his brother doing shit in the flat, Mikey remembered that he wanted to beat said brother up for stealing his phone and keeping him awake for almost one hour last night and not being mad at the boy named Patrick for calling in the middle of the night. That actually made him mad the most because Gerard would've definitely murdered him brutally for doing the same thing for which he hadn't been angry at all with Patrick. Slowly, Mikey got up and left his room in pajamas. He followed Gerard's voice, which came from the kitchen. Gerard seemed to be in an excellent mood, as Mikey heard him sing quietly, and got angry. Gerard was cheerful and probably had had a great night talking to his friend while Mikey was tired as hell and his pride had been hurt badly by his brother and Patrick. He kicked open the kitchen door in order to make an impressive entrance, but  Gerard turned around with a cocky smile on his face and said "Good morning!" in the nicest possible way. "I hate you.", Mikey hissed, grabbed the cup of coffee Gerard held in his hand and sat on the kitchen table. A touch of anger crossed Gerard's face, then the sunny look was back. While humming a catchy tune, he grabbed a new cup and filled it with fresh coffee. "Did you sleep well, baby bro?", he then asked. "No!", Mikey growled back. After a few seconds of silence, Mikey asked: "Who even was this guy?". Gerard laughed. "His name is Patrick, but he probably told you that. He thinks telling a lot of people his name is gonna make him famous someday.". "He's a dickhead.", Mikey commented. His older brother wriggled his head. "I wouldn't quite say that, but so be it. He can be a little...", Gerard squinted his eyes searching for words, "...Exhausting.", he then finished his sentence. Mikey laughed bitterly. "That's one way to put it...". Gerard just nodded.
"Sooo...what'd he want?", Mikey asked after a while. A quick smile crossed his brother's face as he answered: "Well, he invited me to a trip.". Mikey tilted his head. "What kind of trip? And when?". "Well", Gerard started, "it basically starts...tomorrow.". "What?! But you can't just go! Mom will kill you if she finds out you left the house! You're supposed to take care of me!". It wasn't like Mikey wouldn't have been able to take care of himself, he basically just wanted to ruin the trip for his brother to avenge his lost sleep. But then he saw the dangerously bright smile on Gerard's face and knew there was something coming. "That's why you're coming with us!". As Gerard saw Mikey's mouth open in order to say something against his plan, he quickly went on:"I already spoke with mom. She's completely fine with it. She even said it was 'amazing' that neither me nor you would be quote,"inside too much.", unquote". Mikey closed his mouth again, now just staring at his brother without any expression. Gerard continued singing and dancing around the kitchen. That was the point when Mikey just got up and went to his room, where he first beat up his pillow. Why did Gerard always have to be the dickbag he was? He was only one year older than Mikey after all, but he always behaved like he was Mikey's dad or something. But their real dad was in Europe, just like their mom and now, Gee was the one in charge. With an angry sigh he pulled out his phone to text Kristin, his best friend.

milky way: Gee's being a dick again and forces me to go camping with him and his stupid friends

he wrote. After thinking a little bit, he added:

milky way: I'm gonna try talk him out of it, but no promises

Then, he dropped his phone onto his bed next to him and let himself fall back onto his pillow.
He must have fallen asleep, because a few minites later, he was woken up ny his phone beeping like crazy. Of course it was Kristin, freaking out about the news.

kristincolby: OMG U SERIOUS? WHY DOES HE KEEP RUINING ALL OUR PLANS?!

kristincolby: GOD THIS SUCKS ASS

kristincolby: UR BRO SUCKS

Mikey smiled. It seemed a lot like his friend to freak out about this so much, even though he completely agreed with her. And the more often he read his friend's text the angrier at his brother he got. It was true, this was the fourth time Gee ruined sone of their plans. Once, it had been their plan to simply have a sleepover, to which Gee had ended up inviting himself because he said that he had to make "birth control", as he called it. Then, he ate all their sweets and stole a beer from Kristin's father. The father then blamed Kristin for it and almost sent her to a rehab, thinking she was an alcoholic.

milky way: ikr? But i already said i'll try to make him let me stay...

kristincolby: HE BETTER OR I'LL SLAP A BITCH

milky way: can't u just slap him rn?

kristincolby: IF I COULD I WOULD, BELIEVE ME

kristincolby: do u even know any of his friends?

milky way: NO

kristincolby: oof, pOOr boi...gtg, sry m8

milky way: k, imma go kill my brother

kristincolby: lmao ok

Now he felt even more helpless. It really sucked. Mikey jumped up from his bed, ran towards the door and ran straight into Gerard's room. As he kicked open the door violently, Gee looked up from his half-packed suitcase startledly. "We need to talk!", Mikey yelled and crossed his arms. His brother lifted an eyebrow. "If you didn't get what I told you earlier, you could've asked me right away. There's nothing to talk about, it's all set.". Mikey was breathinh heavily. "I'm. Not. Going. On. Any. Stupid. Trip. With. You. And. Your. Friends.". He said with his teeth clenched. Gerard tilted his head. "Oh, indeed, you are. I can't leave you here alone, bro. Now go and pack your stuff, we're leaving early tomorrow.". With this said, Gee focussed on his suitcase again, not paying attention to Mikey any more.