Bulletproof Heart

"Another turning point, a fork stuck in the ro-"

"Hello?" I gasped, breathlessly after diving for my phone.

"Uhm.. Hey, Mikey.. It's.. Frank." Frank sounded nervous and I heard a muffled giggle in the background. What kind of joke is he playing? "I was wondering if you would like to.. uhm.. y'know? Go on a date with me?"

"No." I said simply and then hung up. I bet Gerard told him I love him, so he decided to play a trick on me. I knew other people might do this, but Frank? I never would've guessed that my best friend, since forever, would do this to me.

I threw my phone somewhere across the room and I lay face-first into my pillow. Why would Frank do this? I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.

But I love him.

I cried into my pillow for what seems like hours until I heard Gerard sneak into my bedroom.

"Mikey? Are you okay?"

"No. Go away." I mumbled, refusing to take my face away from the pillow. The end of my bed sank slightly as Gerard sat down. I wanted to hug him, but the reason I am crying is just as much of his fault as it is Frank's. I know he was there. No other boy would ever have such a girlish giggle as Gerard. And it was in no way a girl. I just no it wasn't.

"Mikes. Why did you say no to Frank? He's crying his eyes out. He locked himself in the bathroom. Mikey, he loves you."

"No, he fucking doesn't. It was all a fucking joke. It always is. No one could ever like me. Now get out."

"Mikes.."

"I said get out." I snapped. Why does Gerard have to be so stubborn. Because he's my brother and he cares. I hoped that was why.

"Michael James Way. Look at me now." Gerard shouted. He always scares me when he shouts and he only middle names me when he is really mad.

I turned and stared at him. I wiped my tear stained cheeks and he glared at me.

"It is not a fucking joke. Call Frank and tell him you want to go on that date or so help me God, I will castrate you."

I grabbed my phone hurridly and dialed Frank's number. I knew Gerard was serious this time. He never makes a threat without carrying it through. Gerard smirked in victory.