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life was a complete joke to Gerard way. a 16-year-old boy who barely survived his first three years of high school. a boy who definitely does not know who he is yet, and spends most of his days in the depths of his bedroom, which happened to be in the his mom's basement.
Gerard stayed sprawled on his bed with his sketchbook and pencil in hand. the lights were dimmed so low that they might as well been turned off.
"Gerard! What did I tell you about using my shampoo," Mikey, his younger brother by three years, whined while making his way into Gerard's sanctuary.
Gerard looked up from his sketchbook, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. "it smells good."
"since when do you want to smell good?" Mikey asked eyebrows raised high and eyes squinted.
"since...now?"
"is it because of that Frank guy?" he smirked, looking at me knowingly. Frank had become friends with Gerard after he moved from a private school last year. they were practically best friends now, they've been to each others houses, and hung out almost every day. Gerard couldn't help but grow feelings towards the short punk boy over that period of time.
"w-what? no! he's my friend I don't have a crush on him, why would you think that?"
"Oh, so you do like him?"
"Pfft, no!"
"you're a terrible liar," he smirked.
"Gerard, Frank is here to see you!" his mother called from upstairs. a few seconds later Frank came treading down the stairs to the basement.
"speaking of the devil."
"Hey, Gee," Frank greeted, his smile wide and the corners of his eyes slightly crinkled. Gerard couldn't help but think about how cute he looked. with his obvious bed head and rosy cheeks caused by the frosty december air.
"are you gonna say hi back, idiot," Mikey interrupted his brother's thoughts.
"oh- uh. hello, Frank," Gerard said, his cheeks a bright crimson. he put his head down, his ebony hair falling over his heated cheeks.
Frank made his way to the foot of Gerard's bed, flopping down on it.
"you two have fun," Mikey smirked, chucking the almost empty bottle of shampoo at Gerard. "but not too much fun."
the older of the three mentally groaned and mumbled a low "fuck you" to his little brother. Gerard turned to Frank to see him holding COD with a knowing look on his face.
"Oh, it's on!"
