Something There

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Mikey's P.O.V.

It had been well over an hour that i just sat on the couch, just staring at nothing. I was just thinking, why? Why Frank and Gerard? Were they drunk? Had they just been secretly together for a long time? Werent they both straight, though?

I remember Gerard not being able to shut up about a girl he met at the beginning of the tour, a bassist in the band Mindless Self Indulgence. A cute girl, but she didn't really look like the kind of girl that Gerard would like, with black pigtails, purple vests over white shirts, and black and red checkered skirts. But Gerard was obviously into her. What was her name? I remember she spelled it kind of weird... Luci? No, Lynz. Oh, and Frank had a thing for Jamia ever since high school. Totally in love. She is gorgeous as hell, though, not going to lie. I remember they dated for a while in high school, but then broke up when they went off to different colleges.

So what the hell? If they were both straight, why the hell did I find Frank, a guy head-over-heels for Jamia, in bed with my older brother, clearly hypnotized by Lynz?

The kiss... that kiss last night... that might have meant something. I know Gerard and Frank screw around, everyone knows it. Its not like there's anything subtle about it. But it's just screwing around.. nothing more. Nothing more... right?

My mind went blank. It just seemed so... weird. Everything about it seemed so damn weird. Every time they messed around on stage, or whenever Frank would sit on Gerard's lap during an interview, it always seemed like they were messing around. They've been best friends for so, so long.

Maybe there was something there the whole time.

Again, my thoughts were interuppted. Frank must have woken up and moved his arms off of Gerard, which woke Gerard. I heard a kissing sound, and Frank's voice, saying "Good morning, handsome." followed by giggles from the two.

Okay, i needed to go for a walk. I silently stood up, grabbed a bagel and a travel mug of coffee and got out of the door without a second thought.

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