The Sharpest Lives (frerard)

The Light Behind Your Eyes (Part 1)

Gerard Way

"I don't think this is safe..." Mikey mutters, his voice shaking.

"It'll be ok. I've done this thousands of times, and I'm still alive, aren't I?" I say confidently back to him, placing my hand against the downpipe, hoisting myself up and bringing my foot up and on to the roof. "Come on, it's easy."

Mikey looks down at the grass below us, visibly shaking. "If I die, I'll kill you." He whispers.

"You won't die. Come on!" I shout, putting my hand down to him. He grabs it steadily, and I bring him up and onto the roof next to me.

"See? That wasn't so hard, was it." I pant, seating myself down on the fading orangish tiles, my hands wrapping around my knees. Mikey joins me, gulping and shaking his head vigorously, his eyes full of fear.

For a moment, we sit in silence, lost in our own worlds. I stare out at the streets below us, everything tinted with a pale orange light from the sunset behind us. Everything is so beautiful at this time of day. It's quiet, the only sound being heard are a few birds, getting ready to rest in the trees outside our house. The sun is setting, which means we, as vampires, don't get hurt by it as much as we would with normal daylight. We actually haven't been outside for a whole week. Mom says that since we've been newly turned, its harder for us to adapt, which I think is absolute bullshit. But she would know, I guess...

My mind wandering, I think about Frank. It's been so long since I've seen him. So long since the hospital, so long since I held him in my arms...

There's some strange emotion I feel when I think about him. I've been feeling it more and more lately. One I've never felt before. It's full of butterflies and nervous emotions, but at the same time, it contains happiness and...

Love.

No. I don't like Frank that way. I mean, sure I guess he's cute, but...

But what? There's no but.

Frank is cute.

Oh god. Am I gay? I've never really thought about my sexuality before. But there's something about Frank that just makes me want to always be around him. Makes me want to hold him as I did. Makes me want to press my lips against his...

"Gerard?" Mikey's soft voice interrupts my thoughts, pulling me back to reality.

"Y-yeah?" I stutter, shaking my head to clear my mind.

"Are... you ok?" he asks carefully, eyeing me suspiciously.

"What? Of course, I'm ok, what are you talking about?" I answer a little too quickly, biting my lip.

He sighs. "You just seem... on edge. Look, if you don't like me asking this just tell me, but... what's going on with you and Frank?"

Fuck.

"Uh... nothing. What do you mean? We're just friends. Obviously." I say defensively, trying my hardest to convince myself that what I'm saying is true. "why do you ask?"

"I don't know, it's just... you've been hanging out with Frank way more than with me lately," Mikey answers sadly, staring down at the fading orange on the ground. He clears his throat, looking up at me, and tries to cover up how obviously pained he is by this. Shit. Why didn't I see this happening?

"and uh... you guys hug a lot. And let me tell you, Gerard, hugging your friends, especially when your a guy is a little bit weird. Plus, you always sit so close to each other. Like, there is more space to sit, but you seem like you like to sit that close to him. And you too always seem to have this certain look in your eyes when you look at each other..." Mikey laughs slightly, sighing. "you know, you can talk to me about anything. I won't judge you, I promise." he looks at me dead in the eyes, his hazel irises shining in the orange light.