You Can Trust Me

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Mikey's POV

It was a little before noon when I started walking back to the bus. I had just sat there for a long ass time. My coffee had gotten cold and my bagel went stale. I opened the door and saw the guys sitting on the couch, and of course Gerard was sitting next to Frank.

"Hey, there he is." Gerard said.

"Hey," I mumbled back. I dumped my cold coffee down the sink. It was awkward to be in the same area as both of them. "Gerard, could I talk to you outside?"

I instantly saw any color drain from his face. He was petrified.

"Um.. yeah... I'll be out in a minute.." he fumbled on his words.

I left the bus and he followed shortly. We walked in silence to the bench where I sat earlier.

"So... I saw." those 3 words were enough to bring Gerard to tears, and he didn't cry often. He slumped over his knees and tears dripped to the sidewalk. "What's wrong? I'm not mad." I tried to reassure him.

His black hair stuck to the tears on his face. He continued to silently cry. "I... I'm sorry..."

"It just hurts that you didn't tell me, Gerard. It really hurts. I thought you trusted me enough."

"I didn't know.. what you would think.." He said in between sobs.

"If I can tell you the truth, I knew. I knew since you were about 10 years old that you liked guys too." He laughed at that.

"It was that obvious?" He really sounded confused. Of course it was.

"Well, pretty much since you started writing music I noticed. I don't remember what made me start thinking, it just kinda happened."

There was a moment of awkward silence. He sat back on the bench and was able to stop crying. I put my arm around him.

"So you and Frank, huh?" I asked, breaking the silence between us.

"Yeah." he looked down at his feet again. His elbows rested on his knees. "Mikey, I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize, Gerard. There is no reason for me to be mad. You are my brother and I love you so much. No matter what."

I saw the tears fall onto the concrete, which had just started to dry. "I just didn't think you would love me like you did yesterday." he said, shaking.

"That sounds like a lyric. Write about that someday." I said when we stood up.

He laughed. "I will. Just for you."

I pulled him into a hug. "You're my brother. I love you."

"I love you too."

And with that, we walked back to the bus without another word.

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