We're Just Two Men As God Had Made Us
Chapter One
Gerards POV
I sat at my table sketching – doodling rather and the rain poured down outside. Sighing, I flipped my long black hair out of my eyes and gazed out at the window, not particularly looking at anything. I could hear the polyphonic sounds blasting from the living room as Mikey destroyed drones on his playstation.
Why the hell does it have to be so fucked up? Here I am, a freaking twenty year-old man, not making the most of the best years of my life. I’m such a loser.
Suddenly, a cry from the living room interrupted my thoughts.
“HARR, DIE EVIL MOTHERFUCKERS!!!”
I smiled to myself. “A loser who’s in love with his brother.”
Mikey’s POV
“TASTE MY WRATH, SONS OF BITCHES!!”
I knew Gee was in his room studying (yeah right) and that I should quieten down, but hey, I wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to make my brother at least take notice of me. Regardless of whether it was in a good way or not. He never spoke to me nowadays, usually caught up in his drawing. He should be a cartoonist since he loves drawing so much. I know I’m a freak, but seeing him draw when he gets to work on something is so amazing. His eyes shine and his tongue pokes out of the corner of his mouth at a funny angle. Sometimes he furrows his brow to get that character drawn just right, and I itch to reach over and smoothen it. To kiss his forehead and tell him I love him, in a way that brothers were naturally forbidden to feel. I’m such a sicko, I thought as I blasted twelve more drones.
“YEAH!!! GO TO HELL BITCHES!!”
“Hey mikes, take it easy with the swearing! You’re only seventeen!” came the yell from the bedroom to the right.
“ONLY??” I playfully responded.
“Don’t make me come over there and tell you how to behave!”
Omfg. Did he just say that?
Gerard’s POV
Omfg, did I just say that?? Shitshitshit.
I sat at my table sketching – doodling rather and the rain poured down outside. Sighing, I flipped my long black hair out of my eyes and gazed out at the window, not particularly looking at anything. I could hear the polyphonic sounds blasting from the living room as Mikey destroyed drones on his playstation.
Why the hell does it have to be so fucked up? Here I am, a freaking twenty year-old man, not making the most of the best years of my life. I’m such a loser.
Suddenly, a cry from the living room interrupted my thoughts.
“HARR, DIE EVIL MOTHERFUCKERS!!!”
I smiled to myself. “A loser who’s in love with his brother.”
Mikey’s POV
“TASTE MY WRATH, SONS OF BITCHES!!”
I knew Gee was in his room studying (yeah right) and that I should quieten down, but hey, I wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to make my brother at least take notice of me. Regardless of whether it was in a good way or not. He never spoke to me nowadays, usually caught up in his drawing. He should be a cartoonist since he loves drawing so much. I know I’m a freak, but seeing him draw when he gets to work on something is so amazing. His eyes shine and his tongue pokes out of the corner of his mouth at a funny angle. Sometimes he furrows his brow to get that character drawn just right, and I itch to reach over and smoothen it. To kiss his forehead and tell him I love him, in a way that brothers were naturally forbidden to feel. I’m such a sicko, I thought as I blasted twelve more drones.
“YEAH!!! GO TO HELL BITCHES!!”
“Hey mikes, take it easy with the swearing! You’re only seventeen!” came the yell from the bedroom to the right.
“ONLY??” I playfully responded.
“Don’t make me come over there and tell you how to behave!”
Omfg. Did he just say that?
Gerard’s POV
Omfg, did I just say that?? Shitshitshit.