They Don't Love You 11
Title: They Don't Love You Like I Love You [11/?]
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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I found out the next day’s performance would be aired live on some MySpace stream the morning of. I thought it was a pretty neat idea. So the people who couldn’t come to Projekt Revolution this year could still see a live performance that wasn’t bootlegged and uploaded on YouTube.
I sat there, in front of my laptop most of the day with a glass of sweetened iced tea on the side. I e-mailed Mom and updated my Buzznet blog, talking about the exciting life on the road and how much fun I was having, getting to live with my sweet Mikey. I surprised myself by how utterly delighted I could sound on the net, despite the events earlier that day.
They were lies I had been telling myself, though. I lied to keep myself safe from confronting the truth. It became hard to keep those lies up when things were so evident in the way they were. I couldn’t pretend that sudden hatred for Mikey wasn’t there, not anymore. I couldn’t kiss him in the morning when he came in at 6 am. And when he asked me why I was up so early, I couldn’t lie and say I’d just woken up for him.
“A monster kept me up all night,” I said.
“A monster, huh?”
“Yeah,” I reeled on him. “He manipulates people by using their weaknesses against them into doing what he wants.”
“Oh really? He sounds like a bully.” So innocent. Mikey can sure put up an act.
“He hurts the people that love him.”
“Hmm, why would he do that?”
“I don’t know.” I flopped myself down on the bed. I didn’t have to look at him. “Why would he?” It was impossible for him to really not know exactly who I was talking about.
“It’s just a nightmare, baby. You should really get some sleep. I’ll call the Crew and tell them you’re sick today.” On the way out, he called back, “Oh and MySpace is hosting PR today. You should check out our set.”
And that left me there, in front of my laptop, waiting. I had already tried to kill the time taking a long, relaxing shower, applying my makeup afterward, straightening my hair, braiding my hair, unbraiding it again. Upon my quest to make the perfect sandwich, I found a cute pink takeout box with Gerard’s name written in sharpie. My curiosity got the better of me and I peeked inside.
A large, frosting covered cupcake with sprinkles and a bright red cherry on top lay inside. The sweet smell drifted into my nostrils, thick and sticky and so special. I licked my lips, my sweet tooth fighting for it. But it was Gerard’s.
Then it dawned on me.
I set down the box with shaking hands. Its contents were poison. Sent from Mikey, the monster, to destroy Gerard.
That realization sent me crumbling to the floor, crying more than I had in a long time. The tears escaping me in gasps I tried to hold back, even though no one was around to hear it anyway. I cried in my helplessness, seeing exactly how wrong everything was, and not being able to do a damn thing about it. It was just so sick, and twisted, and I wanted to wake up, and make everything just go. away.
I stopped crying, then. I picked myself up, curled up on the couch, and switched on my laptop, just in time to see messy dark hair, and piercing eyes outlined in smudged eyeliner looking right back at me.
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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|10
I found out the next day’s performance would be aired live on some MySpace stream the morning of. I thought it was a pretty neat idea. So the people who couldn’t come to Projekt Revolution this year could still see a live performance that wasn’t bootlegged and uploaded on YouTube.
I sat there, in front of my laptop most of the day with a glass of sweetened iced tea on the side. I e-mailed Mom and updated my Buzznet blog, talking about the exciting life on the road and how much fun I was having, getting to live with my sweet Mikey. I surprised myself by how utterly delighted I could sound on the net, despite the events earlier that day.
They were lies I had been telling myself, though. I lied to keep myself safe from confronting the truth. It became hard to keep those lies up when things were so evident in the way they were. I couldn’t pretend that sudden hatred for Mikey wasn’t there, not anymore. I couldn’t kiss him in the morning when he came in at 6 am. And when he asked me why I was up so early, I couldn’t lie and say I’d just woken up for him.
“A monster kept me up all night,” I said.
“A monster, huh?”
“Yeah,” I reeled on him. “He manipulates people by using their weaknesses against them into doing what he wants.”
“Oh really? He sounds like a bully.” So innocent. Mikey can sure put up an act.
“He hurts the people that love him.”
“Hmm, why would he do that?”
“I don’t know.” I flopped myself down on the bed. I didn’t have to look at him. “Why would he?” It was impossible for him to really not know exactly who I was talking about.
“It’s just a nightmare, baby. You should really get some sleep. I’ll call the Crew and tell them you’re sick today.” On the way out, he called back, “Oh and MySpace is hosting PR today. You should check out our set.”
And that left me there, in front of my laptop, waiting. I had already tried to kill the time taking a long, relaxing shower, applying my makeup afterward, straightening my hair, braiding my hair, unbraiding it again. Upon my quest to make the perfect sandwich, I found a cute pink takeout box with Gerard’s name written in sharpie. My curiosity got the better of me and I peeked inside.
A large, frosting covered cupcake with sprinkles and a bright red cherry on top lay inside. The sweet smell drifted into my nostrils, thick and sticky and so special. I licked my lips, my sweet tooth fighting for it. But it was Gerard’s.
Then it dawned on me.
I set down the box with shaking hands. Its contents were poison. Sent from Mikey, the monster, to destroy Gerard.
That realization sent me crumbling to the floor, crying more than I had in a long time. The tears escaping me in gasps I tried to hold back, even though no one was around to hear it anyway. I cried in my helplessness, seeing exactly how wrong everything was, and not being able to do a damn thing about it. It was just so sick, and twisted, and I wanted to wake up, and make everything just go. away.
I stopped crying, then. I picked myself up, curled up on the couch, and switched on my laptop, just in time to see messy dark hair, and piercing eyes outlined in smudged eyeliner looking right back at me.
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