I Can't Look At You Anymore

****GERARD'S POV****


The rest of the two weeks we were at Gran's I avoided Mikey as much as possible.
He would go out mostly everyday.
I knew he was fucking his friend and it was tearing me apart.
Obviously he wanted Frank more than me because he hadn't tried to come near me once.
I wouldn't apologize, he was the one fucking someone else, not me.
Our parents came to pick Mikey and I up.
They had tans and were looking very happy with themselves.
Mikey was out, as usual.
So it was just Mom, Dad and I on the way home.
I was miserable.
All I wanted to do was go home, go out, get drunk.
I wanted to drown out my lust for Mikey.
I found a pub and drank and drank.
The strangers were my new friends.
We talked about a whole lot of nothing until the pub closed.
And so I began my drunken stumbling towards my home.
Slowly I began to sober a little.
He made his way back into my thoughts again.
Mikey.
Why didn't he want me anymore?
Nobody made me feel the way he did.
And even though I had never been with another guy before I was sure no-one could make me feel like that.
I shook my head.
I could see him with that little bastard and I was writhing in envy.
He was lapping up my brother's attention.
He was fucking my brother.
And loving every second of it.
Frank Iero... I hate you.
I'll have my revenge, but how?
I sat on a curb fighting the urge to throw up.
The thought of them two together was making me sick.
Finally I knew how he felt with Melissa.
I began to walk again, well stumble anyway.
I didn't remember the walk being this long, dammit when you're drunk every thing goes in slow motion.
A black BMW pulled up beside me, I stopped.
The window wound down.
"Hello young man, are you working?"
Working? What did he mean? Oh like that?
I smiled.
I'll make you pay, Mikey.
You're fucking someone else, why can't I?
I nodded.
He opened the door.



I. Got. In.