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Title: Based On A True Story
Author: Irina aka purchased_heart
Band/Pairing: Let's go with Frank/Mikey
Rating: PG for now. I doubt that'll last.
Summary: To tell you the truth, I have no clue.
Author's Notes: Just look to the title. Replace me as Frankie and Gerard and Mikey as two other brothers I know and you've got last night. Except I don't have a dick...nor am I gay...and they aren't either. Just...um...I needed to vent, and this is what happened. I really have no clue what this is at all…do tell me if you’d like me to continue. I'm sure I could come up with something...
x-posted on mychemicalslash
It’s really not fair. The minute things look up for me, everything collapses. And all because of my mother. She just has to go to work tomorrow, doesn’t she? And she has to drag me home with her, even though I was offered a bed to sleep in here. It won’t be either of their beds, but its close enough, and I’m salivating at the thought.
But no. Now I’m sitting in this stupid car, watching their house fade into the distance and wondering how long it’ll be until I see them again. It was a year and a half last time. Maybe it’ll only be a year this time. All I know is that tonight had to be the greatest night I’ve had in ages.
I’ve always had a thing for Gerard. It’s just something that happens when you’re 13 and realize you’re gay and that the son of your mother’s friend is incredibly gorgeous and older and sweet. And he bothers to pay attention to you. I remember one time my mom and I slept over there instead of going home, and I woke up and went downstairs to get a drink. There were pictures of him all over the fridge, and I realized how beautiful he really was. I'd never looked at anyone in the same way after that.
But tonight, I walked into that place and there was Mikey. Not Mikey as in the kid I’ve known my whole life, the one whose birthday I always attended, even though we had been going to separate schools and had separate friends. Not the Mikey whose picture I have on my wall, us when we were 6 and 7, running around wearing those glasses with the fake nose and moustache attachments. No, that Mikey had died over this past year and a half. Now he stood there in front of me, tall and thin, glasses on the tip of his nose, just staring. He was quieter than I remembered, but I was too. Gerard had always been the one to make jokes and make us laugh.
We sat at the dinner table; Gerard’s friends had come over too. I didn’t know this dinner would be such a big deal. If I had I would have worn something else but jeans and some ratty t-shirt. Gerard and Mikey both wore button-up shirts, but they looked far from proper, no matter how hard they tried. They talked to me all night, asked me questions, introduced me to Ray and this other girl whose name I don’t remember. Gerard would slip me and Mikey vodka when his parents weren’t looking, daring me to see how much I could really take. He’d seemed shocked to find out that I knew m way around the bottle, but Mikey wasn’t.
I started drinking cause of Mikey. A couple years ago we’d been at a dinner just like this, and he’d taken an entire bottle of something or other and chugged it down straight. This was before he started caring about his liver, as he told me tonight.
Gerard and Ray and that girl kept doing shots, to the dismay of Mr. and Mrs. Way. They would tell stories about high school and this art school that Gerard was going to now. Apparently, he’d dressed up like a girl one day. Said it was the best day of his entire school career. “Everyone’s nicer to you when they think you don’t have a dick.” I accidentally spit my soda on the table at that one. “Thank god for spill proof table clothes, right Frankie?” I just nodded to Mikey, realizing that both of them were staring at me. And I’d never felt better in my life.
Somewhere in between the tea our parents were drinking and the shots Gerard and his crew were doing, I’d propped my leg up on Mikey’s chair. I kept zoning out from time to time, just listening to everyone laugh and shit. But then I felt it. That slight tickling sensation you get when you know someone’s about to touch you, and then the actual full on sensation when someone’s hand comes in full contact with you.
So I looked down at the foot I had propped up on Mikey’s chair, and there was his hand, half scratching-half tickling my foot. He had this look in his eye. I don’t know what it was supposed to mean, or why it made me pants seem just a little tighter, but the look was there. He smirked and giggled and dropped his hand again, returning full attention to his brother’s stories of movie shoots and leopard print Speedos in Manhattan.
My foot’s still a little tingly now. And I think that’s why I got so mad when my mom dragged me out of there. I could have stayed to hear more of Gerard’s ridiculous stories, and to see how much more of me Mikey was willing touch.
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This morning I deep throated a banana, just to see what it was like. In a moment where I should be thinking about my latest celebrity crush, I was thinking about Mikey.
And I hate my mother even more.
Author: Irina aka purchased_heart
Band/Pairing: Let's go with Frank/Mikey
Rating: PG for now. I doubt that'll last.
Summary: To tell you the truth, I have no clue.
Author's Notes: Just look to the title. Replace me as Frankie and Gerard and Mikey as two other brothers I know and you've got last night. Except I don't have a dick...nor am I gay...and they aren't either. Just...um...I needed to vent, and this is what happened. I really have no clue what this is at all…do tell me if you’d like me to continue. I'm sure I could come up with something...
x-posted on mychemicalslash
It’s really not fair. The minute things look up for me, everything collapses. And all because of my mother. She just has to go to work tomorrow, doesn’t she? And she has to drag me home with her, even though I was offered a bed to sleep in here. It won’t be either of their beds, but its close enough, and I’m salivating at the thought.
But no. Now I’m sitting in this stupid car, watching their house fade into the distance and wondering how long it’ll be until I see them again. It was a year and a half last time. Maybe it’ll only be a year this time. All I know is that tonight had to be the greatest night I’ve had in ages.
I’ve always had a thing for Gerard. It’s just something that happens when you’re 13 and realize you’re gay and that the son of your mother’s friend is incredibly gorgeous and older and sweet. And he bothers to pay attention to you. I remember one time my mom and I slept over there instead of going home, and I woke up and went downstairs to get a drink. There were pictures of him all over the fridge, and I realized how beautiful he really was. I'd never looked at anyone in the same way after that.
But tonight, I walked into that place and there was Mikey. Not Mikey as in the kid I’ve known my whole life, the one whose birthday I always attended, even though we had been going to separate schools and had separate friends. Not the Mikey whose picture I have on my wall, us when we were 6 and 7, running around wearing those glasses with the fake nose and moustache attachments. No, that Mikey had died over this past year and a half. Now he stood there in front of me, tall and thin, glasses on the tip of his nose, just staring. He was quieter than I remembered, but I was too. Gerard had always been the one to make jokes and make us laugh.
We sat at the dinner table; Gerard’s friends had come over too. I didn’t know this dinner would be such a big deal. If I had I would have worn something else but jeans and some ratty t-shirt. Gerard and Mikey both wore button-up shirts, but they looked far from proper, no matter how hard they tried. They talked to me all night, asked me questions, introduced me to Ray and this other girl whose name I don’t remember. Gerard would slip me and Mikey vodka when his parents weren’t looking, daring me to see how much I could really take. He’d seemed shocked to find out that I knew m way around the bottle, but Mikey wasn’t.
I started drinking cause of Mikey. A couple years ago we’d been at a dinner just like this, and he’d taken an entire bottle of something or other and chugged it down straight. This was before he started caring about his liver, as he told me tonight.
Gerard and Ray and that girl kept doing shots, to the dismay of Mr. and Mrs. Way. They would tell stories about high school and this art school that Gerard was going to now. Apparently, he’d dressed up like a girl one day. Said it was the best day of his entire school career. “Everyone’s nicer to you when they think you don’t have a dick.” I accidentally spit my soda on the table at that one. “Thank god for spill proof table clothes, right Frankie?” I just nodded to Mikey, realizing that both of them were staring at me. And I’d never felt better in my life.
Somewhere in between the tea our parents were drinking and the shots Gerard and his crew were doing, I’d propped my leg up on Mikey’s chair. I kept zoning out from time to time, just listening to everyone laugh and shit. But then I felt it. That slight tickling sensation you get when you know someone’s about to touch you, and then the actual full on sensation when someone’s hand comes in full contact with you.
So I looked down at the foot I had propped up on Mikey’s chair, and there was his hand, half scratching-half tickling my foot. He had this look in his eye. I don’t know what it was supposed to mean, or why it made me pants seem just a little tighter, but the look was there. He smirked and giggled and dropped his hand again, returning full attention to his brother’s stories of movie shoots and leopard print Speedos in Manhattan.
My foot’s still a little tingly now. And I think that’s why I got so mad when my mom dragged me out of there. I could have stayed to hear more of Gerard’s ridiculous stories, and to see how much more of me Mikey was willing touch.
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This morning I deep throated a banana, just to see what it was like. In a moment where I should be thinking about my latest celebrity crush, I was thinking about Mikey.
And I hate my mother even more.