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Crossing the Line	By : JetBlackMistress Category: My Chemical Romance > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2135 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction! I do not know any of the members of My Chemical Romance, and I do not profit from these writings.

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Crossing the Line: Chapter 4 Part 1 (Gerard’s P.O.V.)
“Hey, Gee?!” I heard my baby brother call from another room.
“Bathroom!” I shouted back. I had just gotten out of the shower and was currently drying myself off. I wrapped a red towel around my waist once my body was mostly dry and grabbed another one to start drying my shoulder length hair. There was a knock on the bathroom door. Hmm… I wondered who it could be. “It’s unlocked, Mikey.” What was the point in locking it? We were the only ones home. That brother of mine could really be too nice and considerate sometimes, but that was what made him Mikey. He was such a selfless kid, always putting others ahead of himself. That was one quality I especially loved about him.
The door then opened, bringing my brother into view. He was still wearing my boxers, which had his semen coating the inside. I was happy to see Mikey walked here without any need of assistance. Thank God for anti-inflammatory pills. I could tell his eyes were not set on mine, but looking at my naked torso. Jeez, this kid’s eyes sure could wander. He was checking out my ass earlier after all; so of course he would go crazy if I showed some skin. Okay, a lot of skin. The only thing that covered my naked body was a flimsy towel.
“Have a nice chat with Frankie?” I asked, his eyes snapping back to mine immediately. A light blush adorned his cheeks because I caught him staring. That was why Mikey could get away with checking me out. He was innocent while doing it, and so cute when he realized he was caught. Who could blame him, though? I did sort of leave him hanging during the beginning of his phone call. Before I had left my bedroom, my tongue entered his mouth for a moment for a taste. The look on his face was absolutely priceless. I had hoped to make him repeat that facial expression later.
“Yeah, he’s coming over soon. I, uh,” he hesitated, looking at the white tiled floor before bringing his eyes up again. “I told him about us…”
“Yeah, and?” We hadn’t really talked about our relationship along the lines of who we would tell. Frankie was Mikey’s best friend, and he was my friend too, so I trusted him. Who else could we really spill it to besides our friends anyway? Our parents would probably spazz and either disown us or keep us locked away in separate rooms forever. I really hoped they would never find out. Now that I thought about it, I would most likely be the person at fault; I was the older one after all. They would see me as the one who corrupted my innocent baby brother. It was kind of funny because it was really the other way around.
“He thinks it’s hot, actually. He wants to see us kiss when he gets here.”
“Seriously? I knew that Iero kid was a kinky little fucker. I can’t wait to give him a show,” I chuckled, squeezing out any excess water that was still in my hair. Feeling as if my ministrations were adequate, I put the towel to drape around my neck.
“Have you told anyone?”
“Nope, I called Bob and Ray over to hang out before I brushed my teeth and got in the shower. I want to tell them when they come over, if that’s okay with you.”
“Yeah, it’s okay.” I could tell he was a little nervous by the sound of his voice. It must have taken a lot for him to even tell Frankie over the phone, and now we’d be telling our other friends face to face. I put on a reassuring smile and walked toward him.
“Hey, don’t worry. They’re our friends who would stick by us through anything. You told Frank and look how he reacted. Ray and Bob will probably be the same way.”
“The same way? I don’t want them to take it THAT well. I’d be kind of creepy getting constant requests to make out in front of them.”
“Okay, then let’s just cross our fingers for them accepting us, and not the whole voyeur thing… although that is sort of a turn on.”
“Gee Gee, stop being weird!” he whined loudly, which reverberated off the bathroom walls.
“But I am weird and you have to deal with it.” Before he could say anything else, I silenced Mikey by putting my lips on his. Wow, it really worked; I now knew how to keep him quiet. This important information could prove to be very useful if we were ever in a verbal battle. I would always end up victorious. I bit his lower lip lightly and pulled away. He had a cute “what-did-you-do-that-for?” face on as soon as I separated from him. He obviously didn’t want to stop there.
“Our friends are coming over and you still need to take a shower. We can’t start getting into something now,” I explained. Damn my little brother’s ability to make me feel bad! He was looking down sadly and pouting, his lower lip slightly outward. I can’t resist that face!
“Okay, one more kiss and then you shower, deal?”
“Deal,” he replied quickly, moving toward me. I internally sighed. Did he always get what he wanted? The answer to that question would be “yes” in big bold letters. He could be such a manipulative bastard when he wanted to be. He wrapped his arms around my neck and started kissing me as if it were the last thing he would ever do. I kissed back with an equal amount of passion and stroked his cheek with my right hand. Mmm. This was nice. I had no idea my life would change so vastly in such a short amount of time. Just yesterday I was dating a girl who turned out to be a total slut, and today my little brother was more of my boyfriend. Mikey was my boyfriend, wasn’t he? We hadn’t used that term yet, but I was sure we were both thinking it.
After a little over a minute of heated kissing, I separated the two of us again. “So I guess you’re my boyfriend now, huh?”
“Yeah,” he squeaked, his cheeks changing from his normal pale white into an attractive pink color. God, I loved his smile. I could feel a tug at my heart, knowing I was the one who put that smile on his face. Damn, when the hell did I get all sappy?
I kissed his forehead lightly before doing an impersonation of a coach or gym teacher, “Enough of that. Now hit the showers, Way!”
“I’m going,” he mumbled sullenly as he slowly approached the bath tub. With a flick on the wrist, I smacked Mikey’s backside and ran out of the room without looking back, closing the door in the process. It wasn’t that hard of a hit, just a light tap since he was still recovering from last night. I did not want to make matters worse by hurting him, so the quick slap was suffice for my gag. He made the most girly squeal I had ever heard, and I have heard the many sounds of Frankie Iero, but this squeal beat them all. I had made my escape before he could turn around to scold me.
“I’ll get you for that, Gerard!” I heard him yell.
“You know you like it!” I screamed back, grinning like a mad man. Whoever said I couldn’t still mess with my little bro just because he was my boyfriend? I would never stop teasing and playfully torturing him no matter we were to each other. I giggled to myself as I walked down the stairs to my bedroom. I hung the damp towels on a hook on the wall to air dry and went over to my bureau, pulling out the middle drawer. What was I going to wear today?
There were so many articles of clothing to choose from, but what would undoubtedly make Mikey go crazy? That was when something caught my eye. Yes, this was perfect. I took out my dark gray, tight Misfits short sleeved shirt that was one size too small. Because of the size situation, if I were to bend down or lean back to stretch or something, the shirt would ride up and expose some of my pale skin. This would definitely torture Mikey (and Frankie) for sure.
I pulled the shirt over my head swiftly and closed the middle drawer. I pulled out the bottom drawer in search of pants. I decided on a pair of tight pants, which matched my shirt perfectly in color, and had a hole in the right knee. The pants fit snuggly, but not enough that an undergarment would get in the way. I pushed in that drawer to then open the small top right one. I selected a pair of my silky, charcoal colored boxers and put them on, followed by my previously chosen pants. After I buttoned them, I went over to my collection of various belts. The black one with the silver skull buckle looked most appealing, so I quickly slipped it through my belt loops and hooked it to the other end.
Now that I was fully dressed, it was time to fix my hair. I looked around for my hair brush and found it under my bed. I had cleaned my room in a flash earlier, so Mikey and I could watch a movie in my room. I supposed I threw it underneath there to save time instead of putting it in its proper place on my nightstand. I ran the white brush through my black tresses, removing any unwanted tangles. After I looked in the full length mirror on my bedroom door, I deemed my hair presentable. I grabbed the eyeliner off the nightstand and outlined my eyes with the black makeup. It really accentuated my hazel eyes, I thought.
I nodded to my reflection in the mirror and headed upstairs. My bare feet were loud against the linoleum tiled floor of the kitchen as I made my way to the living room. I flopped down on the light blue couch, spreading my body across the entire three cushioned length. I got comfortable by lying on my left side and reached for the remote on the side table by my head. After a few tries I finally got it in my grasp. I turned on the television and started surfing, waiting for Mikey to join me after his shower.
I decided on some random channel and put the remote back on the table. I was looking at the screen, but not really watching it. I was thinking deeply about Mikey, who else? It was strange how the whole incest thing didn’t bother me anymore. Shouldn’t it? He was my little brother, but it seemed that after his confession, something inside me changed. It was as if I loved my brother all along, but didn’t realize it until Mikey came clean with the feelings he had for me. How long would it have taken for me to fully acknowledge these feelings if my brother had not said anything? Would things have been different if I hadn’t been drunk and raped him? God, I had to stop thinking about that. I still could not remember the rape itself, but the thought of hurting someone I cared deeply for in such a physical and emotional way made me feel sick to my stomach.
I was done thinking about negative things and grabbed the remote control again to channel surf. There was nothing on! I sighed and turned off the living room TV. I went down to my room again to get my onyx black nail polish. What? Nail polish wasn’t only meant for females. There was nothing else to do while I waited for my brother to finish getting ready, so I painted my short fingernails. There was nothing wrong with that. I screwed on the top of the container once I was done with the nail polish and began blowing on my nails so they would dry quicker. Thankfully the brand I was using just about instantly dried to begin with. After a minute, I used my finger to see if they were wet. They weren’t and I smiled at my flawless job. I had done my nails so many times over the years, that I became quite good. That, and my skills in the art department, painting especially, was a help.
I heard the doorbell ring and ran to answer it. Standing on the front porch was little Frankie, as I like to mentally call him. If I said that to his face, he would without a doubt have a tantrum and maim me. Because of that, I kept my mouth shut about the nickname I had invented.
He was wearing a tight pair of blue jeans, which were obviously made for a girl, with a chain that was attached to his back belt loop that ended up in his left front pocket. His house key was connected to the chain, and he loved the look. He was wearing a Black Flag t shirt, his favorite band, and matching black fingerless gloves. Most kids thought he was a cutter, and the gloves covered his self inflicted wounds. Stupid people. That was just Frankie’s style and if you really knew him, you would know he would cry like a little girl from a paper cut. There was no way Frankie could voluntarily cut himself.
He, like me, was wearing black eyeliner around his eyes and his naturally dark, brown hair was brushed to the right side, which was long enough to slightly cover that eye. He must have had some fun with a straightener to make it do that. His short sleeved shirt showed off his many tattoos and I didn’t even know how his mother allowed him to get so many. He was a frosh for God’s sake! I would never even think about getting a tattoo because of my fear of needles. And those piercings? Ouch. He had his bottom lip pierced on the left, a nose ring on the right side, and both ears gauged. Just the thought of the needles for the tattoos and piercings alike gave me shivers.
“Hey, Frankie. Come on in,” I smiled, ushering the fifteen year-old into the house. He seemed more fidgety than usual; probably excited because of the show he would have front row seats for later.
“Thanks, man. How’s it going?” he asked, taking a load off on the living room couch and kicking off his shoes. They fell to the floor and he used his feet to push them underneath the couch.
“Great, but I think you know that from talking with Mikey on the phone. Why do you have a video camera?” I just noticed the piece of technology next to him on the couch.
“Oh, this? Well, did Mikey tell you what I thought about you guys being together?”
“Yeah, you horny fucker, he said you wanted to see us kiss,” I replied with a toothy grin. “Not that I’m complaining. The thought of someone watching is kind of arousing too.”
“Ha! I knew it! So is it okay if I record it? You two can have your own personal tape, and I get to have some fun along the way!”
“Um, you’ll have to run that by Mikey first. I’m okay with it, but I’m not so sure about him.”
“Fair enough. Where is he anyway?”
“Right here.” I turned around to see the owner of the voice. Mikey was standing in the doorway, nearly making my jaw drop to the floor. The first thing my eyes were drawn to was his pants. No, they were not regular tight jeans like I expected, not in the least. My baby brother was wearing tight, black, LEATHER pants. That’s right, leather! The material looked like a second skin they were so tight!
I raised my eyes up to check out the rest of his outfit. Well, that was totally predictable. He had on another tight Anthrax shirt, except it was black; opposed to the white one he wore yesterday. Mikey’s hair was still damp form his shower, but groomed so his long bangs were brushed to his right side. I also noticed a bit of ebony eyeliner as well. It was barely there, but I saw it passed his glasses. Frank whistled loudly and made some cat calls. I gave him a death glare and he stopped immediately.
“What?” asked Mikey, his cheeks a little pink from being gawked at by Frank and me.
“Um… you’re dressed a little… differently today,” I spoke up when I found my voice.
“Well, I knew Frankie was visiting so I wanted to make him want to watch even more,” my baby brother explained. Damn, that was my plan! I guessed great minds thought alike. Or great minds knew how to turn their bisexual friend on. Either one would do.
“You are such a tease!” the short teen accused, pointing a finger at Mikey.
“But he’s my tease,” I giggled, wrapping my arms around him in a hug.
“So I’m a tease now? Okay. What’s the camera for?” he questioned as I let him out of my embrace.
“He wants to video tape us making out so we have a tape of it,” I said bluntly.
“Yeah, so we can watch it over and over and over again! Yay!” the little one cheered, his arms moving back and forth above his head crazily. He really needed to stay off the sugar… or crack. It was sometimes hard to tell what that kid was on. I was kidding, of course. Mikey was such a good friend, he made sure all of his friends were clean in the drug aspect.
“Is that alright with you?” I asked seriously, looking him in the eyes.
“I guess, but isn’t that sort of dangerous? There will be physical proof of our relationship and if mom or dad found it…” Mikey trailed off, looking down at the white carpet by his feet.
“They won’t find it. I will not let that happen. You trust me, don’t you, Mike-Mike?”
“Yes, I trust you,” he retorted, and sealing our trust in a soft kiss.
“Whoa, stop right there. The camera’s not even on yet!” Frank protested, picking up his camera off the couch. Mikey and I laughed at how anxious and hyper Frankie was acting.
“Where do you want us?” I laughed as our friend finally took off the camera’s lens cap.
“Hmm… let’s see. The couch!” he indicated with his light brown eyes. My brother and I moved to the specified area and sat down side by side on the middle cushion, Mikey on my left. Frank had to back up until he was about a foot away from bumping into the television.
“What are we supposed to do exactly?” Mikey piped up.
Frankie was holding the camera, but the red light wasn’t on, so that meant he had not hit the record button yet. “Start kissing and take it from there. Act as if I’m not even here.”
“That won’t be hard. You’re already a runt so tiny you can only be seen with a magnifying glass,” I muttered softly so only Mikey could hear me and he started giggling.
“What was that?” the short one called from his place directly across from us.
“Nothing,” I quickly said with a smile. “Just give us the go ahead when you’re ready.”
After a moment of preparation, Frank finally said, “Go.”
On cue, I moved forward (my shirt ridding up a bit) and kissed Mikey’s perfect lips tenderly. He made a small sound before pressing back. I could tell he was slightly uneasy about kissing me in front of someone because he felt a little stiff. I brought my hand to caress his cheek, so he knew I was there, assuring him everything was going to be alright. He seemed to like that and relaxed under my touch. I smiled into the kiss and pulled him into my lap in one fluid motion. The move pulled a small squeak from my brother’s lips and into our kiss. He didn’t suspect he would be relocated like that.
“Crap, bad angle. Hold on!” I heard Frankie say, but my eyes remained closed since the beginning and I continued kissing my boyfriend and brother. I heard some movement, so I guessed our friend modified his position to a more preferable angle that could show everything we were doing. I leaned back against the couch, making Mikey become even closer to me by sliding farther on my lap.
Mikey’s hands were flat on my chest to keep him from falling, while mine found his hips. We stayed like that for a little while, until I wanted to try something new. I broke the kiss, which confused the hell out of my brother. I grinned and gave him a quick peck before I kissed his pale neck.
“Oh!” was his reaction and he began making other cute sounds when I continued kissing him there. His hands became lost in my dark hair, which he started tugging on. He turned his head to his right, exposing more skin for me to worship. My hearing could pick up a tiny grunt that did not belong to my brother. Oh, my god that was Frank! He really must have been enjoying our little show. I couldn’t wait to see what state he was in by the end of this. I was also looking forward to seeing the video as well; I was wondering how I looked while doing all of this.
I left one last kiss on his flesh, and then moved to nibble on his left ear. My brother let a throaty groan escape his lips, causing me to become even more confident in my actions. The noises he was making were almost too much to handle. I could feel myself becoming excited from those sexy sounds alone! My hard on was pressing tightly against Mikey’s backside, since he was still seated in my lap. I was afraid he would freak out because of the rape, but I did not feel any tension in his body whatsoever. After biting tenderly on his earlobe, I released it and moved back.
“Lay down,” Mikey ordered of me, panting. His cheeks were a deep scarlet and I could see beads of sweat forming on his forehead. His glasses were almost falling off the bridge of his nose when his hazel eyes connected with mine, desperate and demanding. I nodded and moved to his suggested position while he was sitting on me. I could manage because of his light weight; thank god this kid was a stick. I saw him take off his glasses, letting them drop to the floor as he moved up my body to connect our lips once again. I heard a “shit, not again” from Frank somewhere in the room.
Where did this come from? Mikey was usually the cute, innocent, submissive one. When the hell did he become so… controlling? I didn’t mind at all when he held my face and kissed me hard. I was starting to like this new Mikey. He bit my bottom lip and began sucking on it. Now it was my turn to make some noise. God damn that felt good.
“Mikey,” I gasped as he let my lip out of his warm mouth. I looked at him with my eyes lidded and slipped my tongue into his mouth. This was much better compared to earlier. Before it was only for a second, just to mess with poor little Mikey. Now was the time to really indulge and enjoy the feeling of our tongues rubbing against each other. Mmm. I could tell my brother had brushed his teeth, because his mouth had a minty taste to it. The other flavor I could not identify right away, and labeled it as Mikey Way. I was becoming addicted to his essence; I never wanted to be without it. Man, now I knew how drug addicts felt. At least my drug wasn’t illegal. Wait, wasn’t incest illegal? Okay, then. At least my drug made me feel good without the risk of damage to my body. That made sense.
While I was flat on my back, I let my hands wander on my boyfriend’s back, making their way under his tight shirt to feel the skin there. I then traveled down to his ass and gave him a firm squeeze. He made an appreciative moan and pulled on my hair more aggressively, taking me even farther into his mouth. I kept my hands there in intervals between holding the area, running my hands across the tight leather, or squeezing it.
His fingers were alternating between massaging my scalp or wrapping themselves around my hair and tugging. The feeling of his tongue memorizing every part of my mouth was indescribable. I never felt this way when I was with her. My relationship with her was nothing compared to what I had now with Mikey. I just wished she would have dumped me sooner. I began sucking on this tongue, eliciting another pleasured sound from his throat. I then forced myself into my brother’s mouth, and did my own exploration. It was warm, wet, and delicious. His tongue stayed submissive and let me do as I pleased. Oh, man, I was definitely going to thoroughly examine his warm cavern a lot more in the future.
Suddenly, I heard someone yell “What the fuck?!” and then the sound of something dropping to the carpeted floor with a thump. I remained in the same position while Mikey lifted his head away from mine to look over his right shoulder from his position between my legs. He didn’t have his glasses on, so he probably couldn’t even see who had yelled.
My brother moved so I could sit up and see the source of those sounds. By the front door were Ray and Bob, staring wide eyed and mouths agape. On the floor by their feet was a cardboard box, what lay within, I did not know. ‘Shit’ was the only thing in my mind at that moment. I wanted to tell my friends of my relationship with Mikey, but not like this. Walking in on us making out was definitely not what I had in mind. My brother and I were sitting next to each other like earlier, except Mikey was now on my right.
“Hey, guys,” I began, my voice deeper than usual from my previous activities. The two looked completely stunned and statuesque.
“Is this what you wanted to tell us?” Bob finally spoke, although his voice was soft and barely audible.
“Yeah, it’s kind of hard to explain. Let me get everything out before you go crazy okay?” I said. My friends nodded slowly, waiting for me to continue. “I’ll cut to the chase. Alright, shit happened and Mikey confessed his love for me. I was a little shocked at first, then later realized that I felt something for him as well. I know it’s wrong since we’re brothers and all, but it just feels so right. What I’m trying to say is that we love each other and I really hope you guys can remain friends with us after this.”
Silence engulfed the room after I had finished. I looked over at Mikey who at some point picked up his glasses and put the back on his beautiful face. I took his hand that was gripping the furniture in mine and laced our fingers. We were going to get thought this. It took about a minute of silence before someone spoke again. It felt more like an eternity to me.
“I’m-I’m okay with this,” Ray piped up looking at Mikey and I. “If you truly love each other, then I’ll stand by you.”
Bob nodded, “Me too. How can love be wrong? But I have one question. What is Frankie doing?”
We all turned our heads to little Frankie, who was seated on the carpeted floor, camera in hand, and obviously aroused beneath his tight jeans. I started cracking up, and everyone, except the little one, joined in.
“I told Frank about us over the phone and he thought it was hot. When he got here, he brought his camera to record it so we could have a copy of it or something,” Mikey got out after he caught his breath.
“Frankie’s got a boner!” Ray yelled, becoming his normal, less serious self.
“Oh yeah?!” he yelled, face red from a combination of anger and embarrassment. “Well, so do they!”
He pointed his index finger to my brother and I, which made everyone turn their attention to us. We all looked down to see the prominent bulges on the front of our pants.
“Damn! Does everyone here have a huge dick?” Ray laughed.
“Oh, yes. You stumbled upon our meeting of the BDC or the Big Dicks Club,” Frankie giggled childishly, no longer mad about the teasing he received earlier. That kid’s emotions could be turned on and off like a light switch.
“Hey, what’s in the box, Toro?” I asked as the short one was practically having a seizure on the floor from giggling.
“Oh, no! My cereal bars!” the puffy haired brunet shouted, dropping down to his knees to check on his merchandise. “Okay, they’re okay. Thank you Nature Valley God for protecting them from harm!”
“Cereal bars? My god, you are obsessed with those things. Why do you have a box full of them with you?” I questioned.
“There was a sale. I just HAD to get them before I came over.” I rolled my eyes at his response. “Hey, I’m not the only one! There was this cute girl there, probably the same size as Frank-”
“HEY!” Frankie hollered, immediately ending his rolling on the floor fit. He began staring menacingly at Ray for the short comment, although he didn’t even say the word “short,” “pipsqueak,” “runt,” “small,” “dwarf,” or “midget.”
“Anyway, she was also buying some cereal bars because of the sale. She loves them just as much as me.”
“Wow. I never knew there were people out there equally as insane as you, Ray,” Mikey said in a serious tone, which only added in the hilarity.
“She wasn’t insane, and neither am I, Mike-Mike,” he shot back.
“Hey, only Gee calls me that!” he stuck out his tongue and moved into my lap, hugging me. His face was buried in my neck, nuzzling the area like a kitten. I laughed lightly and wrapped my arms around him to take part in the hug.
“What do you guys want to do?” Bob asked, flipping his blonde hair out of his eyes.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m going to take care of my problem,” Frankie announced, heading for the bathroom. Damn, for a short guy, or a guy in general, he was really well endowed. I honestly did not expect him to be so huge because of his short stature. Looks could really be deceiving, and Frankie was a text book example of that.
“Me too!” Mikey chimed in, hopping out of my lap and ran downstairs to use my bathroom. I was stuck sitting there on the couch, erection at fully attention, without a bathroom to relieve myself.
“So, this is for real?” Ray said as he and Bob sat down on either side of me.
“Yeah, I really care about him… for real,” I added with a chuckle.
“Alright. Just remember we’re always here for you, man,” Bob jumped in, putting a kind hand to rest on my shoulder. “Even though I’m not very comfortable being this close to your hard on.”
Ray laughed at the drummer’s truthfulness, nodding his head in agreement. I spoke up, “It’s not that funny. I have nowhere to go and it is starting to hurt!”
“That sucks man,” the brunet couldn’t help but chuckle, looking at the bulge in my pants in a totally sympathetic (and not sexual at all) way.
“Yeah, it does. I have to get back at Mikey for leaving my like this… How is the question.”
I noticed Bob perked up a second after I finished talking. A malicious grin took over his face, which was a little disturbing. This was Bob I was talking about. He was the nice, quiet one of the group. I supposed it was true. You had to watch out for the quiet ones. You never really knew what they were thinking. “You know what he’s doing right now?”
“Duh. We all know. Frankie and he are doing the same thing. God, I do not want to picture that. Ah, it burns!”
I rolled my eyes at the guitarist’s childishness. What guy could admit they’d never done it? Couldn’t think of one, could you? Exactly my point. We all had done it at least once and there was no point in denying it. Jacking off was perfectly normal and healthy. The image of my brother touching himself at that very moment made my cock twitched painfully. However, Bob’s voice brought me from my dirty daydream.
“Well, why not have a little fun with this bit of information?”
“What on Earth could we do, smart one?” Ray said skeptically, folding his arms across his chest.
“You’d be surprised of the plan I cooked up,” he sniggered. We all huddled together as the drummer revealed his ingenious plan. Wow. I could really have some fun in this. It was now time to torture my little brother, yet again. Man, I was so excited. The group of us made our way to my room in the basement, doing our best not to make a sound on the steps. It was a good thing they were carpeted. We probably wouldn’t have been successful in such an attempt if they were bare and wooden, like they had been originally. I approached the bathroom door, and looked at Bob, who was holding Frankie’s video camera, to give me the sign to go ahead. Bob gave the a-okay, and clicked the on button as I commenced with the plans.
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