They Don't Love You 10
Title: They Don't Love You Like I Love You [10/?]
Author: ohvick
Pairing: Mikey/Alicia, Mikey/Gerard, Gerard/SURPRISE
Rating: PG-13
POV: Mrs. Way (Alicia)
Summary: If I had done what I should’ve done, I wouldn’t have found out how very wrong I’d been and how much worse the situation really was.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these people, nor do i believe or wish that the Ways are anything more than superbrothers. Now that that's settled, let's pray that we don't go to hell for this. DX
Author Notes: Cause if you’re doing nothing, there’s no point in living.
Dedication: jujubescavities for putting aside all her morals and reading this. ILY! and for all those who read this story, because without you, I'd be writing for nothing, obviously.
Beta: crossbow1
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Once back in my room, I tried my best to push all thoughts of Gerard aside, even though I felt the familiar lump pressing in the back of my throat and that heat surrounding my eyes. I immediately went back to mission impossible mode upon the sight of the cracked window. It whistled in a cool draft. I shivered, more from anticipation than from the cold.
I lifted the tinted window up as far as it would go, letting out a relieved breath I didn’t know I'd been holding when it didn’t creak like a few of the other windows. I stood up on the bed, proceeded to dive out, headfirst, until I heard someone speaking outside. That monotonous, demanding voice I would recognize anywhere.
“Go back to bed, Frank.” Déjà vu.
I froze, mouth hung open, trying to take deep, steady breaths to steady my heart rate.
Knowing Mikey had got to Frank before I did, a heavy feeling settled in the pit of my stomach, because for some reason that was a very bad thing. I feared being caught, even though they were on the opposite side of the bus. There was no chance I could jump out like I planned and not be heard. I didn’t need to anyway. If I stuck my head out all the way, I could catch what they were saying, though a little fuzzy at times.
“No way. I want some fucking answers.” No, no Frankie. Listen to Mikey. Please listen to him.
“What are you talking about?”
“Oh just cut the crap Mikey. You know what the hell I’m talking about. Why are you such a fucking asshole?” Violent and short tempered. I feared for the safety of both men.
“Me?”
“Yeah, you. You’re hurting Gerard. Ever since you came back, he’s been miserable. You’re being nothing but a bully, and it’s ruining him.”
“Well, then it looks like you’ve got everything figured out. Goodnight.”
“Don’t walk away from me you sick fuck.” Shuffling, grabbing, twisting. Imagine Frank’s hands fisting in the material of Mikey’s jacket, spitting in his face. And there’s a moment of silence, until Mikey speaks.
“Oh, I’m the sick fuck?” Then he laughs. He laughs. Like he’s actually enjoying it. And his voice- venom. Combined, it creates what you’d see villains do in movies. “I’m not the one getting off to the sounds of my best friends f-.”
“Shut up.”
“I guess that’s why you chose the room closest to him, yeah? So you can listen to him at night? Oh the surprise we got when we first heard you. Gee felt a little uncomfortable, but I thought it was sort of…cute. In a pathetic way. I’m not gonna lie, things started getting a lot more…interesting once we knew you heard everything.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Mikey continued to talk, unfazed “So I suggested we could maybe have a threesome, you know, just to test the waters. And you wanna know what Gee said?” Oh he was really enjoying it. It seemed Frank couldn’t bring himself to say anything. “He said, ‘If that‘s what you want, my love.’ Priceless!” He snorted. “He’s totally whipped.”
“Fuck you.”
“Don’t get too excited now. Like I’d ever share his tight ass.”
“You motherfucker.” The bus shook when Mikey’s body collided with it.
“Close, but not quite.” He was just egging him on. And I felt something I never felt for Mikey before. I hated him. So much right there. I wanted to slap him, punish him, scream in his face, deliberately hurt him in a way that he never felt before. I wanted to inflict pain on him so that maybe he’d know how I was feeling, what he put us all through. Those thoughts scared me and frustrated me so much for not being able to ever do anything.
“Do you want to hit me, Frank?” YES, YES, YES. Hit him, Frankie.
“You don’t know how bad.”
“Then do it. No one’s stopping you. You have plenty reasons.”
“I do, but I know that’s not going to solve anything.” I heard the footsteps of Frank backing away. “I’m not gonna hit you. Just stop this. Whatever you’re doing. Please.”
“I can’t.” Their words were almost whispers, slow and spacey. I strained to hear them.
“Why do you do this to him?”
“I’m the only one that loves him…” It was like he'd forgotten all about Frank being there.
“That doesn’t make sense.” He sounded tired, so tired. “I love him.”
“Not like I do.”
“You can’t say that.”
“Then you can’t say that.” Mikey countered. Pauses, anxiousness. “It’s late. Go to bed, Frank.” He wasn't taunting anymore, just that monotonous tone again. “And about your little crush with my brother, stay the hell away from him. He’s taken.” The metal door slammed shut, shaking the bus. Mikey never came to bed that night. I know because I waited.
***
i know it's been forever. and i'm terribly sorry for the gap.
but really, i don't want writing to ever become a work thing. like i HAVE to do it. i write when it comes to me. or else it's just no fun.
thank you, faithful readers. :)
i love feedback.
Author: ohvick
Pairing: Mikey/Alicia, Mikey/Gerard, Gerard/SURPRISE
Rating: PG-13
POV: Mrs. Way (Alicia)
Summary: If I had done what I should’ve done, I wouldn’t have found out how very wrong I’d been and how much worse the situation really was.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these people, nor do i believe or wish that the Ways are anything more than superbrothers. Now that that's settled, let's pray that we don't go to hell for this. DX
Author Notes: Cause if you’re doing nothing, there’s no point in living.
Dedication: jujubescavities for putting aside all her morals and reading this. ILY! and for all those who read this story, because without you, I'd be writing for nothing, obviously.
Beta: crossbow1
1|2|3|4|5|6|7|8|9
Once back in my room, I tried my best to push all thoughts of Gerard aside, even though I felt the familiar lump pressing in the back of my throat and that heat surrounding my eyes. I immediately went back to mission impossible mode upon the sight of the cracked window. It whistled in a cool draft. I shivered, more from anticipation than from the cold.
I lifted the tinted window up as far as it would go, letting out a relieved breath I didn’t know I'd been holding when it didn’t creak like a few of the other windows. I stood up on the bed, proceeded to dive out, headfirst, until I heard someone speaking outside. That monotonous, demanding voice I would recognize anywhere.
“Go back to bed, Frank.” Déjà vu.
I froze, mouth hung open, trying to take deep, steady breaths to steady my heart rate.
Knowing Mikey had got to Frank before I did, a heavy feeling settled in the pit of my stomach, because for some reason that was a very bad thing. I feared being caught, even though they were on the opposite side of the bus. There was no chance I could jump out like I planned and not be heard. I didn’t need to anyway. If I stuck my head out all the way, I could catch what they were saying, though a little fuzzy at times.
“No way. I want some fucking answers.” No, no Frankie. Listen to Mikey. Please listen to him.
“What are you talking about?”
“Oh just cut the crap Mikey. You know what the hell I’m talking about. Why are you such a fucking asshole?” Violent and short tempered. I feared for the safety of both men.
“Me?”
“Yeah, you. You’re hurting Gerard. Ever since you came back, he’s been miserable. You’re being nothing but a bully, and it’s ruining him.”
“Well, then it looks like you’ve got everything figured out. Goodnight.”
“Don’t walk away from me you sick fuck.” Shuffling, grabbing, twisting. Imagine Frank’s hands fisting in the material of Mikey’s jacket, spitting in his face. And there’s a moment of silence, until Mikey speaks.
“Oh, I’m the sick fuck?” Then he laughs. He laughs. Like he’s actually enjoying it. And his voice- venom. Combined, it creates what you’d see villains do in movies. “I’m not the one getting off to the sounds of my best friends f-.”
“Shut up.”
“I guess that’s why you chose the room closest to him, yeah? So you can listen to him at night? Oh the surprise we got when we first heard you. Gee felt a little uncomfortable, but I thought it was sort of…cute. In a pathetic way. I’m not gonna lie, things started getting a lot more…interesting once we knew you heard everything.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Mikey continued to talk, unfazed “So I suggested we could maybe have a threesome, you know, just to test the waters. And you wanna know what Gee said?” Oh he was really enjoying it. It seemed Frank couldn’t bring himself to say anything. “He said, ‘If that‘s what you want, my love.’ Priceless!” He snorted. “He’s totally whipped.”
“Fuck you.”
“Don’t get too excited now. Like I’d ever share his tight ass.”
“You motherfucker.” The bus shook when Mikey’s body collided with it.
“Close, but not quite.” He was just egging him on. And I felt something I never felt for Mikey before. I hated him. So much right there. I wanted to slap him, punish him, scream in his face, deliberately hurt him in a way that he never felt before. I wanted to inflict pain on him so that maybe he’d know how I was feeling, what he put us all through. Those thoughts scared me and frustrated me so much for not being able to ever do anything.
“Do you want to hit me, Frank?” YES, YES, YES. Hit him, Frankie.
“You don’t know how bad.”
“Then do it. No one’s stopping you. You have plenty reasons.”
“I do, but I know that’s not going to solve anything.” I heard the footsteps of Frank backing away. “I’m not gonna hit you. Just stop this. Whatever you’re doing. Please.”
“I can’t.” Their words were almost whispers, slow and spacey. I strained to hear them.
“Why do you do this to him?”
“I’m the only one that loves him…” It was like he'd forgotten all about Frank being there.
“That doesn’t make sense.” He sounded tired, so tired. “I love him.”
“Not like I do.”
“You can’t say that.”
“Then you can’t say that.” Mikey countered. Pauses, anxiousness. “It’s late. Go to bed, Frank.” He wasn't taunting anymore, just that monotonous tone again. “And about your little crush with my brother, stay the hell away from him. He’s taken.” The metal door slammed shut, shaking the bus. Mikey never came to bed that night. I know because I waited.
***
i know it's been forever. and i'm terribly sorry for the gap.
but really, i don't want writing to ever become a work thing. like i HAVE to do it. i write when it comes to me. or else it's just no fun.
thank you, faithful readers. :)
i love feedback.