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Ahahah, ohh, but they are!

Chapter 4

Gee took a long, soothing puff of his cigarette. He exhaled the smoke not to hastily, and not wanting to disturb anyone, moved over to the wall, and sat right next to the bed.

"Hey, Lay, look." Frank shoved the book into her hands and pointed to a guy, with an stud piercing in his ear.

"Ah." She mumbled softly. "That guy. He was just to crazy for me to keep up with."

Gerard had really wanted to get up and see what the picture looked like, but didn't want to leave his cigarette, and he didn't want to smother anyone with the smoke or the smell. "Throw it here." He coughed.

Layla handed the book to Jackson, who was on the edge of the bed, and closest to the blonde haired smoker. "Wasn't he the one kid who tried to throw himself off the 3rd story of the school?"

"That was him." Emma said. She rolled onto her stomach, her shirt going pretty low. Gerard knew he wasn't going any where anytime soon.

"Yeah, that kid was my boyfriend of 2 months. I broke up with him because he was a druggie, smoked constantly, was normally drunk, or high, or...both...and never really treated me the way every girl wanted to be treated back then." Layla sighed, leaning against Frank.

Mikey nodded. "I remember crushing on you. I was a freshman." He laughed at the stares people were giving him. "I saw you once in the hallway...and just wanted to know everything about you."

Layla tilted her head. "Mhmm..."

"I realized later, that it deffinatly wasn't worth anything because you were taken. I ended up getting a girlfriend soon after that."

"That's good to know." Gerard mumbled from against the wall.

"As a matter of fact..." Gee threw the book to Mikey, who opened it to a 'Good Times' page. "That's her, there."

Everyone started laughing. "Pirate Hooker much, Mikey?" Jackson commented,

"She was hot, it can't be helped." Mikey grumbled.

Ryan took the book and stared. The girl had something like..double D's and a pretty face. She was short, and deffinatly looked like a whore right outta a porn movie. "Ahahahah." Ryan laughed, eyes still fixated on the picture.

"Yeah. You can't blame me." Mikey said, taking the book back defensivly.

"She actually went out with you?!"

"The real question is, who wouldn't go out with me?" He replied, throwing a pillow at Ray.

"I'd go out with Mikey." Frank laughed, leaning over Ray and giving Mike a hug.

"I'd go out with Frank." Mikey replied, returning Franks hug.

"Oh good, just what I always thought would happen." Gee mumbled from the corner, still eyeing the bottle of alchohol resting against Laylas arm.

"You knew it." Mikey stared at Gerard, his eyes questioning his solumn actions. Gerard tried to never smoke around people he just met, and he deffiantly would never go near a bottle of...anything with the word alchohol in it. Mikey stood up suddenly and announce "I'll be right back." He flashed Gerard the 'I have to talk to you look.' and left the room.

"I think that's my que." Gerard said, bounding after him, putting his cigarette on the side table.

Gerards eyes sweeped the hallway, and followed Mikey into a dark, empty guest room. Mikey was walking back and forth, shooting Gee nervous looks. "What's up with you?" He finally said.

"What'dya mean?" Gerard stared at his brother, who never looked so intensly distressed in a while.

"I see you eyeing the bottle." He hissed. "I thought you said you would try to stay off of it."

"Are you kidding me?" The front man walked over to his brother. "It's just one drink."

Mikey met his eyes in wild distress. "Do you know how many times I've heard you say that over the years!?" He spat. "Since you were in highschool, Gee, I would go into your room and you'd be at your drawing table with like...3 empty bottles at your side." His eyes burnt into his older brothers. "I'd always wonder when you would stop, like you said you would. I heard you mumbling to yourself, 'Just one more. Only one,' with friends, and even by yourself."

The older Way brother had stopped pacing and locked his eyes on Mikeys face. "I..."

Mikey cut him off, sharply. "I'm sorry if I bug you like I do, but I'm worried about you. I think I was like...scarred for life, or something." Typical Mikey, humor still shining through on even the darkest of storms. "You'd even drink in front of me, if you noticed yourself, I don't know. You'd just be mumbling 'One more. Only one.' It really scared me, Gee, and I blame myself partly for your adult alchohol addiction. I should've stopped you or something."

Gerard jerked his head up in surprize and went over to his brother. He took his gloved hand and rested it on his younger brothers shoulder. "No. It was me. I was a stupid kid. And I didn't know what I was doing. You were, and still are, will always be, younger, and you didn't know what you were doing either. The one thing you always did, that I could never had done without alot of support, was you hung on. Even though your brother was a mess, and you couldn't stop it. You were there. Always. So don't blame it on yourself."

Mikeys eyes searched Gerards face. He nodded and hugged him. "Just try your hardest not to have any...okay?"

"I'll try."

"Okay."

"And Mikey...?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

Mikey let go of his brother and smiled.

Aww, how sweet. Brother to Brother talk, diving into our faveorite peoples past lives.

You know the night can only get better.

Comments: Uhm, haha, yeah, well, I was feeling something emotional should happen. So...I did, just to let you know why Mikey was all over Gee with his eyes.



Comments love.

Dunno about you, but I can deffinatly picture little freshman Mikey peaking out from behind a drunk Gerards door.

Am I right?

Okay, lets begin again:


Chapter 5

Frank knew what Mikey and Gerard were talking about in the other room. He had seen Mikey shooting his brother ninja-dagger looks that he was known for. And, Frank also knew that Gee was staring down the bottle of alchohol. Mikey was a pretty protective guy, and he cared about his brother, so you could only guess what they were talking about.

Bob and Frank and Ray exchanged nervous glances with eachother. They knew the brothers fought, though not that often, they still fueded. Especially about Gerards health and past drinking problem.

Frank shivered as Emmas sweatshirt brushed against him.

"I don't think they're fighting." Ray mumbled with his 'intensly focused on something other then you' look on his face.

Yeah. They were brothers. But they deffinatly didn't stay quiet when they were fighting.

"Do they normally fight?" Jackson piped up quietly.

"Not often. Sometimes they have a sibling feud, but...it's not very often. Gerard usually wins, anyway." Bob yawned.

"Yeah!! Gee usually has him in a headlock by the end of the convo." Frank laughed.

"What do you think they're talking about?" Layla asked.

"Oh...um..." Frank looked at his bandmates, undecided if he should pour out Gerards dark past to people who barely knew him.

"I don't think he would mind. Half of the Black Parade knows about it anyway." Bob said, refering to the fans as 'the Black Parade'

"Gee had...er...issues...with himself, and his life." Frank continues, afraid to go all the way into his friends dark labrynth of past actions. "He didn't like the person he was. He was an achoholic for 3 years...and did drugs."
It sounded weird to say this, Frank knew his friend as a strong person, and just the way it sounded with Gerard as the subject...felt...so wrong. [[trust me, it felt equally weird for me to try and picture Gerard huffing coacain or something]]

"Yeah, he was suicidal...and just didn't like what was happening around him." Bob mumbled, still in quiet mode.


"He really doesn't seem that way to me." Layla said, looking at Ryan, who was sprawled out, resting his head on Jacksons leg.

"Yeah, he hasn't picked up a drink since he got here." Jackson observed, playfully petting Ryan, who looked up and gave him an awkward look.

"I...guess...you can say he has alot of resistance to his feelings, or..er...physical needs."

"What about sexual needs?" Emma cracked up at her own joke.

The boys just stared at her, Layla reached over, grabbed her hand and said "It's okay...just...take deep breaths." Rolling her eyes, she let go of her friends hand.

"I think he finds his own way to deal with his sexual needs. I mean, he has a billion of adoring fan girls, I don't think it's that hard." Jackson laughed.

"Ahh, true. But the majority of our fans are underage." Ray sighed.

"True." Bob nodded.

Frank shivered again, looking around, he wondered if a window was open. He thought he was probably uncomfortable with the topic choice they were discussing.

At that moment, Mikey came in, with Gerard trailing behind him.

"Hey guys, we were just talking about that little Lily Madison." Bob slipped out, in replace of "Hey guys, we were just discussing your past issues, and your sex life...in one conversation! Have you ever gotten in one of your fans pants? Hmmm...? Yeah, well, we were just talking about that."

Yeah. Better what he said, then what he was thinking.

"Haha! Lily Madison!? I remember that girl. She wasn't even a girl...she...was like...a guy with how horny she was all the time." Mikey said, as he plopped down next to his original place next to Ray and Ryan.

"A girl being as horny as a guy? Is that possible, honestly?" Lily laughed. Frank saw Gerard become alert, like that's what his ears were searching for the whole time.


"I don't think so. With all the b-e-a-utiful girls around, it's hard not to be." Ryan said, giving Layla a hug.

Did Frank sence a pang of jelousy coming from the blonde haired smoker on the floor?

You bet.

Gerard stared at the cig in his hand and shook his head, dropping it on a piece of paper on the bookshelf he was leaning his head against. He stood up, put the cigarette out, and sat in between his brother and Ryan.

"Someone decided to move up with us?" Emma laughed.

Jesus, girl, try to make it any more obvious?

Frank had made up his mind that Emma didn't want to go home alone tonight, and her main targets were the Way boys.

One, None...



Or both.




Comments:

Okay! Well, if you guys want to give me any super de duper ideas, I would deffinatlly love you forever.

=] Comments would be luffed.

I'm reading!

Aww, thank you!! Okay, I'll try typing more, but currently, I'm at my friends house, so I don't know how much I can get done. But I promise, I will deffinatly post more over my 4 day Memorial weekend.

Chapter 6


Despite Emma flirting with his brother, Mikey did think Emma was a very pretty girl. She had long black hair, and the red streak in her hair really did something to bring out her beautiful eyes. She had creamy skin and smooth features, and, so far, one of the horniest girls he had met so far that could keep her boobs in her shirt. Mikey was never used to girls throwing themselves at him, he was always the younger brother of the geeky chubby artist kid in high school and when girls did fall for a Way, it usually wasn't the younger brother.

This wasn't hard to believe since Mikey's brother was quite a character. He always knew what to say at the right time. He knew who to say it to and when. Mikey had observed Gerard's character around girls was smooth and humorous, yet not insulting.

Aww, don't worry, Mikey, we love you just as much as Gee.

"Ah, guys. I loved High school. It was the best years of my life." Ryan said smoothly.

"I disliked High School." Gerard mumbled, again, slapping himself mentally for bringing up his past.

"Why? I thought it was the time where we all 'discovered our true colors.'" Jackson said.

"So many ******** cliques. I was always the quiet little artsy kid who got tripped constantly."

"Aw, why? You must have been adorable when you were in high school." Layla laughed.

"Not really." Mikey joked, leaning over, hugging him.

"Cliques. High school. It was either you were cool, you were a loser, or you were a middle class man who couldn't afford anything that the cool people had." Gerard continues. "Teenagers scare the living s**t outta me, they could care less as long as someone'll bleed. So darken your clothes and strike a violent pose, may be they'll leave you alone but not me." He sang quietly.



Comments: I know this isn't much if you happen to read this, but I WILL WRITE MORE EITHER TODAY OR EARLY TOMMOROW MORNING, I PROMISE.

You see, I'm kinda seeing Pirates of The Carribean, and I didn't have time to write

*sniff* My parents don't beleive that I require human interaction, so until my friends 'kidnap' me I'm not going to see it....

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