Possible Series
Title: Passions
Paring: Waycest of course.
Rating: PG 13 for now
Summary: Gerard always gave one hundred and ten percent when painting. For it was his greatest passion. Or, at least it was at the time. Seldom did he know that there would be a greater passion in his life that would override painting.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, sadly. I’ve never met them -weeps- And this is about as real as the Boogieman.
The rain dribbled lazily down the windowpane of the one bedroom flat that housed two brothers. Mikey, the younger of the two, sat in an armchair reading what appeared to be a rather thick book. About every five minutes he had to push his chunky black glasses back up the bridge of his nose to keep them from falling completely off his face.
Gerard, the older of the Way brothers, was skillfully guiding a paintbrush along the canvas of his easel that sat in the far corner of the room near the window that kept the rain at bay. Neither of the two verbally acknowledged the others presence, but didn’t wholly ignore it either.
As Mikey flipped a page in his book, he glanced up at Gerard, or at least what was his back. Silently the bespectacled boy watched as his brother painted, putting his heart and soul into it. Gerard always gave one hundred and ten percent when painting. For it was his greatest passion. Or, at least it was at the time. Seldom did he know that there would be a greater passion in his life that would override painting. Not that painting would be any less then his second passion. No, this passion wouldn’t be for something, but someone.
It wasn’t long before Gerard felt eyes burning into his back. He sat is paintbrush down on his color palate, wiping his paint smeared hands on his old jeans before turning around to face his baby brother.
“What’s on your mind, Mikes?” asked the artist with a brow raised.
“Oh, nothing. Just thinking.” he spoke softly.
“About….?”
“Things.” was all he replied.
“Well, don’t hurt your self kiddo.” the dark haired boy grinned.
Mikey playfully rolled his eyes as he went into the kitchen and picked the phone up off its base. He padded back to the only bedroom the apartment held, and sat on the edge of the full sized mattress.
Dialing the number he knew by heart, he sat there listening to the dull ring of the phone. After about the third ring, a much anticipated voice came over the speaker.
“Hey, it’s Alicia. I’m unable to take your call right now, drop a few lines and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”
The honey haired boy frowned. Voicemail. He had been trying to call Alicia all week, yet each time he received some form of an automated message. Was she avoiding him? Screening her calls? Mikey had left her numerous messages, but she never returned the call. Heaving a sigh, he pressed the off button and flopped backwards onto the bed.
The second Way’s mind reeled with possible reasons for Alicia’s behavior. She could have had a bad accident, he thought. Maybe she was hospitalized. Though quickly he ruled that situation out because her mother would have called him. Then another thought plagued his mind, making his stomach knot and his insides churn. What if she were cheating on him?
Mikey no longer had time to further asses the situation, seeing as his brother had come through the door. Removing his paint spattered shirt, Gerard tossed it onto his continuously growing laundry heap in the corner, searching the dresser for another shirt.
“Mikey, are you sure you’re okay? He asked, glancing over at the other, his new shirt a combination of halfway on and halfway off. Sighing, Mikey told his brother about Alicia and his thoughts on the situation.
“I wouldn’t worry too much about it.” Gerard said as he looked for some clean pants, his painting extravaganza over for the evening. “Besides, I never liked that bitch much anyway.”
“Don’t call her that, Gee.” Mikey said looking at the carpet.
Gerard shrugged walking out of the room. Deciding it would be best to get some fresh air, Mikey made his way to the patio out back. He smiled softly seeing his brother leaning against the fencing, smoking like a chimney.
“I really wish you’d quit.” he said, looking at Gerard.
“Bad habit.” he replied before taking another drag.
Mikey was now frowning. “But if you don’t you’ll probably die early, and who would paint me pretty pictures.”
Gerard laughed at Mikey’s choice of kindergarten vocabulary. Putting out his cigarette, he scooted closer to his baby brother. “Would ya miss me?” he asked tossing the remainder of the cancer stick into the grass.
“Of course I would!” Mikey exclaimed with a look that said ‘how could you even suggest it?’
Gerard laughed, looking into Mikey’s brown eyes. He thought of just how much he loved those eyes, how much he loved Mikey, and those lips of his, oh god, those lips could do a number on Gerard. A wave of spontaneity washed over Gerard as he leaned forward, pressing his lips to his baby brothers.
Paring: Waycest of course.
Rating: PG 13 for now
Summary: Gerard always gave one hundred and ten percent when painting. For it was his greatest passion. Or, at least it was at the time. Seldom did he know that there would be a greater passion in his life that would override painting.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, sadly. I’ve never met them -weeps- And this is about as real as the Boogieman.
The rain dribbled lazily down the windowpane of the one bedroom flat that housed two brothers. Mikey, the younger of the two, sat in an armchair reading what appeared to be a rather thick book. About every five minutes he had to push his chunky black glasses back up the bridge of his nose to keep them from falling completely off his face.
Gerard, the older of the Way brothers, was skillfully guiding a paintbrush along the canvas of his easel that sat in the far corner of the room near the window that kept the rain at bay. Neither of the two verbally acknowledged the others presence, but didn’t wholly ignore it either.
As Mikey flipped a page in his book, he glanced up at Gerard, or at least what was his back. Silently the bespectacled boy watched as his brother painted, putting his heart and soul into it. Gerard always gave one hundred and ten percent when painting. For it was his greatest passion. Or, at least it was at the time. Seldom did he know that there would be a greater passion in his life that would override painting. Not that painting would be any less then his second passion. No, this passion wouldn’t be for something, but someone.
It wasn’t long before Gerard felt eyes burning into his back. He sat is paintbrush down on his color palate, wiping his paint smeared hands on his old jeans before turning around to face his baby brother.
“What’s on your mind, Mikes?” asked the artist with a brow raised.
“Oh, nothing. Just thinking.” he spoke softly.
“About….?”
“Things.” was all he replied.
“Well, don’t hurt your self kiddo.” the dark haired boy grinned.
Mikey playfully rolled his eyes as he went into the kitchen and picked the phone up off its base. He padded back to the only bedroom the apartment held, and sat on the edge of the full sized mattress.
Dialing the number he knew by heart, he sat there listening to the dull ring of the phone. After about the third ring, a much anticipated voice came over the speaker.
“Hey, it’s Alicia. I’m unable to take your call right now, drop a few lines and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”
The honey haired boy frowned. Voicemail. He had been trying to call Alicia all week, yet each time he received some form of an automated message. Was she avoiding him? Screening her calls? Mikey had left her numerous messages, but she never returned the call. Heaving a sigh, he pressed the off button and flopped backwards onto the bed.
The second Way’s mind reeled with possible reasons for Alicia’s behavior. She could have had a bad accident, he thought. Maybe she was hospitalized. Though quickly he ruled that situation out because her mother would have called him. Then another thought plagued his mind, making his stomach knot and his insides churn. What if she were cheating on him?
Mikey no longer had time to further asses the situation, seeing as his brother had come through the door. Removing his paint spattered shirt, Gerard tossed it onto his continuously growing laundry heap in the corner, searching the dresser for another shirt.
“Mikey, are you sure you’re okay? He asked, glancing over at the other, his new shirt a combination of halfway on and halfway off. Sighing, Mikey told his brother about Alicia and his thoughts on the situation.
“I wouldn’t worry too much about it.” Gerard said as he looked for some clean pants, his painting extravaganza over for the evening. “Besides, I never liked that bitch much anyway.”
“Don’t call her that, Gee.” Mikey said looking at the carpet.
Gerard shrugged walking out of the room. Deciding it would be best to get some fresh air, Mikey made his way to the patio out back. He smiled softly seeing his brother leaning against the fencing, smoking like a chimney.
“I really wish you’d quit.” he said, looking at Gerard.
“Bad habit.” he replied before taking another drag.
Mikey was now frowning. “But if you don’t you’ll probably die early, and who would paint me pretty pictures.”
Gerard laughed at Mikey’s choice of kindergarten vocabulary. Putting out his cigarette, he scooted closer to his baby brother. “Would ya miss me?” he asked tossing the remainder of the cancer stick into the grass.
“Of course I would!” Mikey exclaimed with a look that said ‘how could you even suggest it?’
Gerard laughed, looking into Mikey’s brown eyes. He thought of just how much he loved those eyes, how much he loved Mikey, and those lips of his, oh god, those lips could do a number on Gerard. A wave of spontaneity washed over Gerard as he leaned forward, pressing his lips to his baby brothers.