Fuck It! I'm Gonna Keep Writing!!

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Fuck It! I'm Gonna Keep Writing!!

Chapter 17: Taking Matters Into My Own Hands

I was getting utterly sick of this shit! It was no longer funny. Hell, it wasn't funny to begin with! How Frank and Mikey could go an entire month! Yes an entire month! Of giving me the cold shoulder, stink eyes, and just pure hatred was fucking me over. I knew that what I had done (whatever the fuck it was) wasn't that bad. Yeah I could get all sass and snaps, but that didn't mean they could bitch and be jerky assholes about it! So what!?! They know i'm sassy! It's just in my nature. And their undying love for me has only gotten worser by the day. Have I mention that its been 31 days? Prom was excatly in one week, adn I was determind to get my bro and friend back.

"Gerard can I please leave?" Frank asked standing up. I pushed him back on the bed than locked the door. "No one's leaving until I get an answer." "This is pointless." Frank muttered. "No, what's pointless is that you two are acting like a bunch of fucking winey babies. Just tell me what's wrong!" I shouted. "Nothing!" Mikey shouted back. "That's a bunch of b.s, if nothing was wrong you two wouldn't be acting like this." I sassed. (It was tottally needed at a time like this) "Dude. I need to leave." Frank said standing back up. "And I need adn answer. Looks like we're both not getting what we want." I said folding my arms. "Dudes we can sit here all fucking day if needed. So just make this easier on yourselves ." Frank and Mikey exchanged many glances. "No one?" I asked. Frank laid down flat on Mikey's bed, covering his face with his hands. "Lil and Cherry are gonna bite my head off." He sighed. "Don't use them as an excuse to get out of your bullshit." I snapped. "Not using them as an excuse!" He snapped back. "Just because you don't spend time with your sibling, doesn't mean I don't." "And just what the fuck are you trying to say Frank?" "That maybe if you left your boyfriend alone for a while, you could spend time with your brother." Frank spat out, no longer laying down, but now facing me. "Well maybe if your lieft your boyfriend alone for a while, I could spend time with my brother." I spat back. Frank stared down at me hard, with brown eyes so firey that I was afriad my body would go up in flames. I was becoming on edge. In all the months that i've know Frank, never, had i'd seen him this pissed. Frank slowly raised from his spot no bed, his gaze still on me. "Mikey I have to go." With that Fank walked towards the window and opened it. "Where are you going?" I asked him. "Leaving my boyfriend alone for a while so you can spend time with your brother." Frank replied, his words stabbing me like knives. "I'll call you later hun." Than Frank jumped out the window. "Mikey?" I asked with a whisper. "Gerard, I-" "Mikey c'mon man. Your supposed to be my brother." I don't know why, but I began to cry. I guess it was just the fact that my own brother was treating me like this, hurt my heart. "Gee, don't cry. Gerard, please don't cry. Please stop. Gerard please." Mikey begged standing in front of me. "Mikey please tell me. Just tell me what I did." I pleaded. "I can't tell you. Gee, i'm so sorry, but I just can't." Mikey began to cry himself. I noddded my head than unlocked the door. "No, Gerard don't leave!" He shouted after me. I looked back at him, tears still swelling. He stood there in the center of his room. His short shaggy brown hair sprawled all over his head, white framed glasses just barely hanging from his nose. I closed his door and locked myself in my own room. "At least my paints don't hate me." I sighed to myself.