I Hate Kids 3
Title: I Hate Kids 3
Band/Pairing: Mikey/Gerard
Author: bestxwillxfall
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU. Told from the view of Mikey and Gerard’s mom, who’s a single mother. (She doesn’t hate her kids, don’t worry.) What happens when she finds out that Mikey and Gerard have had a secret relationship for years?
Disclaimer: This didn’t happen.
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2
“I can’t believe you actually wore this!” Mikey laughed, holding one of my old prom dresses up to his body. It was the one I had worn to my senior prom, teal and lacey. Gerard looked up at Mikey for a moment, rolling his eyes. He went back to searching through one of the boxes that had been labeled for him.
“It was the eighties, that was the style,” I said defensively. “You can put that in the ‘get rid of’ pile.” Mikey threw it back into the box with all of the other ugly and unwanted dresses. He closed the cardboard flaps, making sure they were secured tightly and then threw it down the hatch with the other boxes.
“Anything you want to keep, Gee?” I asked, looking over his shoulder. He was hunched over a box filled with toys and other memorabilia. He barely turned his head and said no. Like Mikey, he closed the box securely and set it with the other things we would be sending to Goodwill or Value Village.
I looked at my watch. “Okay boys, it’s five past ten, you need to go to sleep,”
“Aww, come on, mom! We can stay up just a little longer,” Mikey whined, standing ready to open another box.
“No, we’ll do this tomorrow after I get home from work, okay?” Mikey sighed and nodded yes. Gerard didn’t follow him immediately. He was standing looking at a box that was stacked on top of another one. The one he was looking into was labeled “Fragile Family Stuff”. His features were hard, almost as if he were angry. I stood next to him, peering into the box. In it there was a picture of him, me and his dad. I slipped my arm around him.
“I never remember him being nice to you,” he whispered, leaning his head on my shoulder. “Was he always such a bastard?”
“Would I have married him if he was?”
“I guess not.”
“I shouldn’t have married him, but then I wouldn’t have had you or Mikey,” I paused and then smirked, “well, I would have had you.”
“It’s like you told both of us to go to bed, but only one has!” Mikey yelled from the bottom of the ladder. Gerard lifted his head and I took my arm from his shoulder. I stayed for a few more minutes after he had left, staring at the picture. I finally grabbed it, taking it with me as I began to leave. I threw it with the rest of the ‘get rid of’ pile and then went to my room, looking forward to a good night’s sleep.
Over the next few days we had managed to clear out more than half the attic, then taking several trips to one of those Goodwill trailers. The man’s smile seemed to have brightened every time we came back with a car full of clothes or books or other things that we didn’t want. Mikey had even held a few conversations with him.
“Well, that’s all for today,” I said, closing the trunk. Gerard sat in the front seat and Mikey shook the man’s hand and took his place behind Gerard in the car.
“Thank you so much, this really is a blessing,” he said, shaking my hand, his grip was firm.
“You’re welcome,” I smiled, taking my hand from him and getting into the car as quick as I could.
“Are we going to do any more tonight?” Mikey asked, turning in his seat and waving goodbye to the man who was still visible from the back window.
“You two can, I have dinner tonight,”
Gerard moaned. “It’s Friday?”
“Yes, Gerard. And he’ll be here at 7:00, which gives me a little less than one hour to get ready, so I’d really appreciate it if you two wouldn’t be in my way while I made dinner and got ready, okay?” There were a few grunts of agreement and then the rest of the ride home was spent in silence.
Getting ready, thankfully, hadn’t taken a long time. I just reheated some of the food from the other night and told the boys that it was dinner. Mikey grimaced at me but I chose to ignore it. It was the best I could do this night and it was what they were getting, unless they wanted to make something themselves.
“Hey mom, Frank and I were thinking about hanging out tonight, would that be a problem?” Gerard asked as I was rushing around the house, sticking an earring into my left ear.
“Do you want to take Mikey with you?”
“No,”
“Gerard, you know he can’t stay anywhere by himself,” it was true. Mikey was a danger to himself. I wouldn’t be surprised if I came back to a house of ashes.
“I can to, just go Gerard, I promise I’ll stay in my room and not move,” Mikey whined.
“Who is all going to be there?” I asked, not needing a “Questions are the Anti-Drug” commercial to remind me.
“I don’t know,”
“What will you be doing?”
“Mom! Am I supposed to know everything?”
“If you want to go anywhere, yes.”
“Fine, I’ll just stay home.”
“Maybe you could call them and hang out around here? And you can still go, Gerard, if you bring Mikey along.”
“I’d rather not,”
“Why not?” Mikey huffed, crossing his arms. “It’s not like you guys are that older than me, Frank is only a junior,”
“Whatever.” Gerard grabbed his plate and threw it in the sink, a loud clattering noise that suggested a chip off the edges of the plate followed. I pulled the earring out of my ear, deciding that naked ears were the only right thing for me.
“Hey mom, he’s here,” Mikey said, looking out the living room window. I looked at the clock on the microwave.
“He’s right on time,” I said in disbelief. “He’s not even a minute late, wow.” Gerard rolled his eyes and went back into his bedroom. A few knocks came from the door, not hard, but not soft. I felt my stomach turn, now was not the time to be nervous. I opened the door, greeted by a smiling Ray, whose hair still hadn’t been tamed.
“Hi,”
“Hi,” I paused and looked at my feet. “Would you like to come in for a second? I just have to take care of a few things,”
“Sure,”
Mikey sat at the table, concentrating on his food, I don’t know if he was trying to ignore Ray or what. As I was walking to the back of the house where my room was, I heard him say:
“So that song, it’s pretty cool, helps you remember,”
“Yeah, it was something I learned when I was in high school.”
“That’s cool,”
“May I ask why there are boxes everywhere?”
“Oh, yeah, we’re cleaning out the attic. These are the boxes of stuff that we’re going to keep, they need to be organized, until then, they’re here,” there was a slight pause and then Mikey spoke again, “The attic is going to be Gerard’s room.”
“Oh, that’s nice.” Ray replied politely and I grinned. I heard a small clatter which must have been Mikey setting his plate in the sink. He walked past my door and winked at me, then letting himself into his and Gerard’s room.
“Where was Gerard?” Ray asked when we were in the car, stopped by a red light.
“Oh, he was in his room,”
“I corrected his retake today, he aced it,” A feeling of pride swept over me and Ray continued. “I wish I knew why he hadn’t before, it’s really bothering me.” I bit my lip and looked out the window, I wanted to tell Ray that I didn’t know what was wrong, either, but I couldn’t. “And here I am, turning this into another parent teacher conference. I’m sorry,”
“No, no it’s fine. I wish I knew what was bothering him too,” The rest of the car ride was awkward, and I wish both of us could have thought of something better to talk about than Gerard. My expectations for the night weren’t very high after the car ride, and they only seemed to get worse when we were seated in the restaurant.
I didn’t want to order anything expensive, after all, he was a teacher and I didn’t have a well paying job, either. Put us together and we’d probably make one decent paycheck. Probably.
“How have things been for you lately?” He asked when the waiter brought us our drinks.
“Fine, I mean, things are always fine. It’s been kind of hectic with the attic and Gerard being really,” I looked at him and smiled, “displeased.” He laughed. I liked his laugh; it was cool and crisp, and infectious. Even if I didn’t laugh, his laugh definitely made me smile.
“Was he really angry with you for saying yes to me?”
“Not angry, well, maybe angry, more surprised than angry, and in some denial,”
“My dad dated one of my teachers when I was in high school. God, it was horrible. You really do get teased to no end, so I guess I know how Gerard is feeling.” He took a sip from his drink. “But I knew what my dad wanted, so I kind of just ignored everyone,”
“You should tell Gerard that story,”
“Maybe I will, I’ve got him sixth hour, I could hold him after class or something.” The grin playing on his lips and the tone of his voice suggested teasing, but it still sounded as if he would really do that if I wanted him to.
Dinner hadn’t been nearly as bad as I had expected, in fact, it had been really nice. Ray wasn’t one for polite conversation, so I found myself telling him a lot more than I had intended to, but he returned the favor. It had been a long time since I had spent time getting to know someone, and actually liked them. Going out with Ray hadn’t been a bad idea.
It was 9:00 when Ray pulled into my driveway. When I got out, he did too. It took me a while to realize that he was walking me to the door.
“Ray, thanks for tonight, it was really nice,”
“No, it was my pleasure.” There was a small pause. I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to kiss me, because I wasn’t sure if Gerard was watching us or not. “Would you mind if I called you again sometime?”
I smiled. “That would be great,” and with that he kissed my cheek and then left. Not driving away until he saw that I was in the house. Mikey and Gerard were sitting in the living room, along with another boy, who must have been Frank.
“Hey mom, how was your night?” Mikey’s smile was bright. Gerard looked at me, frowning.
“It was nice,”
“Oh yeah, mom, this is Frank,” I guess I was right.
“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Way,” Very polite, for a sixteen year old.
“Nice to meet you, Frank.” I stood there for a moment, wondering what to say. “I think I’m going to go to bed, Gerard, I trust your judgment, don’t stay up too late,”
“Yes, mom.”
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Band/Pairing: Mikey/Gerard
Author: bestxwillxfall
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU. Told from the view of Mikey and Gerard’s mom, who’s a single mother. (She doesn’t hate her kids, don’t worry.) What happens when she finds out that Mikey and Gerard have had a secret relationship for years?
Disclaimer: This didn’t happen.
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2
“I can’t believe you actually wore this!” Mikey laughed, holding one of my old prom dresses up to his body. It was the one I had worn to my senior prom, teal and lacey. Gerard looked up at Mikey for a moment, rolling his eyes. He went back to searching through one of the boxes that had been labeled for him.
“It was the eighties, that was the style,” I said defensively. “You can put that in the ‘get rid of’ pile.” Mikey threw it back into the box with all of the other ugly and unwanted dresses. He closed the cardboard flaps, making sure they were secured tightly and then threw it down the hatch with the other boxes.
“Anything you want to keep, Gee?” I asked, looking over his shoulder. He was hunched over a box filled with toys and other memorabilia. He barely turned his head and said no. Like Mikey, he closed the box securely and set it with the other things we would be sending to Goodwill or Value Village.
I looked at my watch. “Okay boys, it’s five past ten, you need to go to sleep,”
“Aww, come on, mom! We can stay up just a little longer,” Mikey whined, standing ready to open another box.
“No, we’ll do this tomorrow after I get home from work, okay?” Mikey sighed and nodded yes. Gerard didn’t follow him immediately. He was standing looking at a box that was stacked on top of another one. The one he was looking into was labeled “Fragile Family Stuff”. His features were hard, almost as if he were angry. I stood next to him, peering into the box. In it there was a picture of him, me and his dad. I slipped my arm around him.
“I never remember him being nice to you,” he whispered, leaning his head on my shoulder. “Was he always such a bastard?”
“Would I have married him if he was?”
“I guess not.”
“I shouldn’t have married him, but then I wouldn’t have had you or Mikey,” I paused and then smirked, “well, I would have had you.”
“It’s like you told both of us to go to bed, but only one has!” Mikey yelled from the bottom of the ladder. Gerard lifted his head and I took my arm from his shoulder. I stayed for a few more minutes after he had left, staring at the picture. I finally grabbed it, taking it with me as I began to leave. I threw it with the rest of the ‘get rid of’ pile and then went to my room, looking forward to a good night’s sleep.
Over the next few days we had managed to clear out more than half the attic, then taking several trips to one of those Goodwill trailers. The man’s smile seemed to have brightened every time we came back with a car full of clothes or books or other things that we didn’t want. Mikey had even held a few conversations with him.
“Well, that’s all for today,” I said, closing the trunk. Gerard sat in the front seat and Mikey shook the man’s hand and took his place behind Gerard in the car.
“Thank you so much, this really is a blessing,” he said, shaking my hand, his grip was firm.
“You’re welcome,” I smiled, taking my hand from him and getting into the car as quick as I could.
“Are we going to do any more tonight?” Mikey asked, turning in his seat and waving goodbye to the man who was still visible from the back window.
“You two can, I have dinner tonight,”
Gerard moaned. “It’s Friday?”
“Yes, Gerard. And he’ll be here at 7:00, which gives me a little less than one hour to get ready, so I’d really appreciate it if you two wouldn’t be in my way while I made dinner and got ready, okay?” There were a few grunts of agreement and then the rest of the ride home was spent in silence.
Getting ready, thankfully, hadn’t taken a long time. I just reheated some of the food from the other night and told the boys that it was dinner. Mikey grimaced at me but I chose to ignore it. It was the best I could do this night and it was what they were getting, unless they wanted to make something themselves.
“Hey mom, Frank and I were thinking about hanging out tonight, would that be a problem?” Gerard asked as I was rushing around the house, sticking an earring into my left ear.
“Do you want to take Mikey with you?”
“No,”
“Gerard, you know he can’t stay anywhere by himself,” it was true. Mikey was a danger to himself. I wouldn’t be surprised if I came back to a house of ashes.
“I can to, just go Gerard, I promise I’ll stay in my room and not move,” Mikey whined.
“Who is all going to be there?” I asked, not needing a “Questions are the Anti-Drug” commercial to remind me.
“I don’t know,”
“What will you be doing?”
“Mom! Am I supposed to know everything?”
“If you want to go anywhere, yes.”
“Fine, I’ll just stay home.”
“Maybe you could call them and hang out around here? And you can still go, Gerard, if you bring Mikey along.”
“I’d rather not,”
“Why not?” Mikey huffed, crossing his arms. “It’s not like you guys are that older than me, Frank is only a junior,”
“Whatever.” Gerard grabbed his plate and threw it in the sink, a loud clattering noise that suggested a chip off the edges of the plate followed. I pulled the earring out of my ear, deciding that naked ears were the only right thing for me.
“Hey mom, he’s here,” Mikey said, looking out the living room window. I looked at the clock on the microwave.
“He’s right on time,” I said in disbelief. “He’s not even a minute late, wow.” Gerard rolled his eyes and went back into his bedroom. A few knocks came from the door, not hard, but not soft. I felt my stomach turn, now was not the time to be nervous. I opened the door, greeted by a smiling Ray, whose hair still hadn’t been tamed.
“Hi,”
“Hi,” I paused and looked at my feet. “Would you like to come in for a second? I just have to take care of a few things,”
“Sure,”
Mikey sat at the table, concentrating on his food, I don’t know if he was trying to ignore Ray or what. As I was walking to the back of the house where my room was, I heard him say:
“So that song, it’s pretty cool, helps you remember,”
“Yeah, it was something I learned when I was in high school.”
“That’s cool,”
“May I ask why there are boxes everywhere?”
“Oh, yeah, we’re cleaning out the attic. These are the boxes of stuff that we’re going to keep, they need to be organized, until then, they’re here,” there was a slight pause and then Mikey spoke again, “The attic is going to be Gerard’s room.”
“Oh, that’s nice.” Ray replied politely and I grinned. I heard a small clatter which must have been Mikey setting his plate in the sink. He walked past my door and winked at me, then letting himself into his and Gerard’s room.
“Where was Gerard?” Ray asked when we were in the car, stopped by a red light.
“Oh, he was in his room,”
“I corrected his retake today, he aced it,” A feeling of pride swept over me and Ray continued. “I wish I knew why he hadn’t before, it’s really bothering me.” I bit my lip and looked out the window, I wanted to tell Ray that I didn’t know what was wrong, either, but I couldn’t. “And here I am, turning this into another parent teacher conference. I’m sorry,”
“No, no it’s fine. I wish I knew what was bothering him too,” The rest of the car ride was awkward, and I wish both of us could have thought of something better to talk about than Gerard. My expectations for the night weren’t very high after the car ride, and they only seemed to get worse when we were seated in the restaurant.
I didn’t want to order anything expensive, after all, he was a teacher and I didn’t have a well paying job, either. Put us together and we’d probably make one decent paycheck. Probably.
“How have things been for you lately?” He asked when the waiter brought us our drinks.
“Fine, I mean, things are always fine. It’s been kind of hectic with the attic and Gerard being really,” I looked at him and smiled, “displeased.” He laughed. I liked his laugh; it was cool and crisp, and infectious. Even if I didn’t laugh, his laugh definitely made me smile.
“Was he really angry with you for saying yes to me?”
“Not angry, well, maybe angry, more surprised than angry, and in some denial,”
“My dad dated one of my teachers when I was in high school. God, it was horrible. You really do get teased to no end, so I guess I know how Gerard is feeling.” He took a sip from his drink. “But I knew what my dad wanted, so I kind of just ignored everyone,”
“You should tell Gerard that story,”
“Maybe I will, I’ve got him sixth hour, I could hold him after class or something.” The grin playing on his lips and the tone of his voice suggested teasing, but it still sounded as if he would really do that if I wanted him to.
Dinner hadn’t been nearly as bad as I had expected, in fact, it had been really nice. Ray wasn’t one for polite conversation, so I found myself telling him a lot more than I had intended to, but he returned the favor. It had been a long time since I had spent time getting to know someone, and actually liked them. Going out with Ray hadn’t been a bad idea.
It was 9:00 when Ray pulled into my driveway. When I got out, he did too. It took me a while to realize that he was walking me to the door.
“Ray, thanks for tonight, it was really nice,”
“No, it was my pleasure.” There was a small pause. I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to kiss me, because I wasn’t sure if Gerard was watching us or not. “Would you mind if I called you again sometime?”
I smiled. “That would be great,” and with that he kissed my cheek and then left. Not driving away until he saw that I was in the house. Mikey and Gerard were sitting in the living room, along with another boy, who must have been Frank.
“Hey mom, how was your night?” Mikey’s smile was bright. Gerard looked at me, frowning.
“It was nice,”
“Oh yeah, mom, this is Frank,” I guess I was right.
“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Way,” Very polite, for a sixteen year old.
“Nice to meet you, Frank.” I stood there for a moment, wondering what to say. “I think I’m going to go to bed, Gerard, I trust your judgment, don’t stay up too late,”
“Yes, mom.”
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