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Dead Like Me	By : poe Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 4827 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Okay, so here's the next installment....perhaps it'll be a little more detailed for those of you who wanted some more....;)
ps - i just changed his middle name! sorry about the michael anthony thing....i didn't know his real middle name, and gerard's is arthur, so i just went with the a's....thank you Cherrylips for the correction!
DISCLAIMER: don't know, don't own, don't sue.
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God, was I really that bad? I mean, sure I was a teenager. But did I seriously write that shit? God, I should have just taken some fucking prozac.....
I disgustedly closed my journal and stuffed it back into its secret hiding spot -- my underwear drawer. Creative, I know, but give me a break. I'm a guy. We're not exactly known for our creativity. At least I'm not. That's what Gerard's for.
He was always the artistic one. The creative one. The "I'm so emotionally scarred, tortured by inner demons and suicidal, that I simply have to express myself in this cathartic manner" one. Fucking emo prick. Well, I mean, he is my best friend. But how much sensitivity can one guy have?
See, he got pretty. Real pretty. And I'm not going to pretend like I didn't notice. I did. But so did a lot of other guys. Fuck, I thought he was bad before --I couldn't have predicted what would happen once he discovered eyeliner...
It doesn't really hurt now, though. I mean, if I really stop to think about it, that night saved me. If I hadn't realized what a selfish bastard he really was, and just accept him as such, I would have never realized what was right in front of me.
I felt a pair of warm arms snake around my waist, a warm mouth attaching itself to my neck, and I knew who it was without turning.
"Whatcha doin' baby?" he said, his words getting stifled by my neck.
I giggled against his lips as they teased my skin. "Nothing. Just puttin my stuff away." I turned myself in his arms and put mine around his neck, my hands finding their way into his dark blond hair, pulling his face towards mine. His lips crashed into mine, his tongue immediately working its way into my mouth. My eyes closed and I moaned against him, my fingers tugging lightly at his soft hair, and I felt him smile against my lips.
He slowly pulled away from me, pushing a stray strand of my jet black hair out of my face.
"How do you like your new house?" he asked softly, sweetly, as his finger traced my jawline.
"You mean our new house?"
"Yeah, our new house."He smiled and kissed me again.
"Mmm...Good so far..." I mumbled against his lips, and pushed him away playfully. "But I'm never going to get done unpacking if you keep interrupting me, Mikey!"
Okay, I know what you're thinking right now. Wtf? I guess that means it's story time...
Mikey was the only one who new my secret about Gerard. He was the first person I told that I was gay, and the only person I told that I was in love with Gerard. Well, I don't think I ever actually told him that I loved Gerard, maybe just that I liked him a lot. Gerard is his brother after all, and some things are better left unsaid.
Anyway, after I realized that Gerard wasn't coming around any time soon, I was devastated. Mikey was upset, understandably. He was my good friend, and hated to see me in that sort of position. Granted, he didn't know how far down the hurt went, but he knew enough to know that he had to get me out of my misery.
His solution was telling me a little secret of his own. One that he hadn't told anyone else either.
I was intruiged. I never thought that quiet, shy little Mikey would ever have any interesting secrets. I didn't think it could be that bad....
"Frank, can I tell you something?" He always called me Frank.
"Sure Mikey."
He looked down at the floor, his hands between his knees, like he was unsure what to say next. "It's something that.....well, I've never told anyone this....but...." He trailed off. I didn't want him to hold out on me. I was curious by now. I wanted him to tell me.
"So are you going to tell me or what, Mikey?" I looked at him with tired eyes. This staying up until all hours of the night was starting to take its toll. Not that I'd actually had a decent night's sleep in.... a really long time. I didn't sleep well at all. I didn't eat either, except at Mikey's request. He always told me I was going to waste away. I wasn't very big to begin with so I didn't have anything to spare, he said.
Ha. He was one to talk.
He looked at me with those sharp little hazel eyes of his, a bit distorted by the coke-bottle lenses he wore. I could see the internal debate he was having. This must be big.
"Come on, Mikey. You can tell me. I promise I won't laugh, or tell a soul."
He nodded and pushed his glasses up his nose.
"Frank, I.....I think I really like someone."
I smiled. "That's great, Mikey! Who is the lucky girl?"
He visibly flinched. Wait -- why? Mikey....likes girls....doesn't he?
"It's not exactly a girl....." He turned his gaze back to the floor.
"Wait-- Mikey, are you trying to tell me that....you're--"
"Frank, I'm gay," he blurted out.
"Holy shit, Mikey! No kidding?!" I pulled him into a hug. "You thought that I'd be, like, mad or something?! It's just one more thing we have in common. I'm glad you told me!"
He pushed aways from me, pushing his glasses back up again. "That's not exactly it, Frank. I mean, that's not all I wanted to tell you."
I sat back and nodded. "Okay, so go on. Who's the lucky guy?"
He looked around nervously, his hands clenching and unclenching in his lap. I've never seen Mikey so....anxious in his whole life. He looked like a gigantic monster was about to burst out of the floor and eat him alive. I put my hand on his leg, rubbing his knee. "It's okay, Mikey, remember? Relax! You can tell me anything!" I smiled my most reassuring, comforting smile as he looked over at me, and waited.
He exhaled deeply. "Okay. It's....."
And then he didn't say anything. Instead, at that instant I felt his lips pressed against mine, their softness captivating me and shocking me at the same time. I pushed him away in disbelief.
"Wait Mikey. What are you doing?"
"I'm sorry, Frank, I shouldn't have...I just....I think.....I really like you." He wrung his hands together in embarassment.
Shit. "No, Mikey, I didn't mean it like I didn't like it....I just meant it like, where are you going with this?" I didn't have the energy to be lead on. I'd never had a boyfriend before, and yet my heart had already been ripped out of place. "I don't want you to do this because you feel sorry for me, or something..."
"No! Frank, no! That's not it!" He raked a hand through his hair, looking into my eyes. "I've known for a while....I just.....you were so caught up with Gerard, I had to wait for the right time. And I really liked you, so much....I figured now was the right time."
I looked up at him, almost shyly, feeling much like he must have felt while telling me all this. "Really? I mean, you really like me?"
He nodded, smiling a little. "Yeah, I really like you. I have for a long time now...."
"Mikey, you know I've never had a boyfriend before...."
"Yeah, so? Neither have I. We'll learn together." He moved closer to me, grabbing my hand in his. He was so...sweet. Gerard had never made me feel like this, all warm and fuzzy. Gerard only made me feel alone, miserable, unwanted, because he didn't want me.
I nodded, my smile mimicking his, and he brought his lips to mine again....
"I'm serious, Mikey! If you don't leave me alone, I swear I'm never going to finish unpacking! Do you want me to live out of boxes forever?!" I tried to give him my most serious, pissed off look as he pushed me down onto the bed and straddled my hips.
"You can just live in my room." He said playfully, as he leaned over me, planting quick kisses all over my face. "You can wear my clothes and sleep in my bed. It'll be like....sleepovers every night!" I laughed and brought his mouth to mine. He was just so fucking adorable sometimes.
Better yet..." he continued as his hands moved under my shirt. "You don't even need to wear clothes...." He let his mouth follow the invisible path that his hands had just travelled. I inhaled sharply as he slowly licked and kissed his way up my stomach to my collarbone. I forgot about unpacking and ran my fingers up and down his back, scratching lightly at the fabric of his wonderfully too-tight t-shirt. I moaned when his teeth found one of my nipples, raking across first one, then the other. I felt myself starting to go hard under the attention he was lavishing to my body. God, he knew just what to do....
He stopped, and raised his index finger to his lips, like he had just had a thought. "Mind you, I don't think that your naked body in my bed will be conducive to sleep...." He sat up and crossed his arms over his chest. "Plus, I don't think I could put up with your constant teasing.....You know, you can be a bit of a prude....." He hopped off of me and stood up beside the bed.
"Yeah, you're right, Frank. I think you should definitely keep unpacking. It'll be the best in the long run."
I sat up, face flushed, jeans bulging, chest heaving, and fixed him with the most evil look I could muster in my present state.
"Michael Anthony Way, if you don't get back over here right now and finish me off, so help me God, you will never live to see another day!"

"Well, I guess we really should christen the room...."
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