Death-Wish Kids

08.

"Oh my gosh, Frankie, get off of me!" Mikey screamed as he shoved his best friend off of him. The smaller boy rolled back onto the floor and pouted, jutting out his bottom lip at at both of the Way brothers.

Gerard just rolled his eyes. "Don't look at me," he muttered, covering his face with his hands, "Get Mikey to feed you."

Frank groaned loudly and dropped back onto the blanket, giving up on the begging when it became obvious that neither one of the brothers were going to do him any favors. I slowly stood up from my spot on the couch, catching all three of their attentions.

"What're you doing?" Gerard asked suspiciously, glancing between Frank and me.

I ignored him and asked instead, "What do you want and where is it?"

Frank grinned widely and climbed to his feet as the brothers groaned. Gerard dropped his head back against the couch and closed his eyes while Mikey covered his with his hands.

"In the cupboard next to the fridge," Frank explained, wrapping his arms around my shoulders tightly, "Just grab whatever is in there!"

"You do not have to get him food," Gerard stated, his eyes meeting mine. "He can get his lazy ass up and get his own chips."

Frank glared at the twenty year old and tightened his grip on me. "Don't listen to him," he whispered into my hair, "He's just jealous."

I shrugged out of his grasp and stepped over the edge of the blankets. My knees bumped against their end table and I stumbled, trying to step around Gerard without falling on his brother.

Gerard's fingers wrapped around my wrist to steady me. "You okay?" he questioned, meeting my gaze.

I nodded and centered my weight. "Yeah, I'm fine." I smiled brightly. "I'm going to go get the chips."

Gerard glared at the back of Frank's head, even though the young boy had turned his attention back to the large TV in front of him. "I'll help you," Gerard sighed, pushing himself up from the couch, "They're just going to bitch about wanting something to drink, too."

I half-smiled as Gerard pulled me across the carpeted floor and into the kitchen by the sleeve of my right arm. My sock-clad feet slid across the floor as I followed him towards the fridge.

"Do you want something to drink?" he asked, looking back at me over his shoulder as he held up a can.

"Sure," I replied softly, reaching across the island for the soda, "Thank you."

He smiled, his lips pressed together, and reached for a bottle in the back of the fridge. I bit my bottom lip as he cracked open the beer and took a sip. He laughed when he saw the smile drop from my face. "Just one more year to go." He held his bottle up like a toast and then took another sip.

I stayed quiet and tried to focus on something other than the alcohol. Instead, I walked over to the cupboard next to the fridge and pulled out two bags of chips. "Which one?" I asked, holding them up for Gerard to see.

He shrugged with a grin on his face as he balanced sodas in his hands for Frank and Mikey. "Both of them," he stated, kicking the fridge closed. I watched him as he set the cans and his bottle down on the island counter. He leaned against the island and fiddled with the sleeves of his hoodie.

I couldn't help but look him over. There weren't any boys like him when I lived with my mom. My friends had all been well pulled together and rowdy, while it seemed that Gerard was exactly the opposite.

In a simple black t'shirt, pair of jeans, and a grungy jean jacket, he was a hot mess. I crossed my arms when I caught him looking at me. "What?" I questioned, leaning back against the counter.

"So, is it Frankie or Mikey?"

"What are you talking about?" I questioned, scuffing my shoe against their shiny floors.

"Which one of them are you into?" he rephrased before he lifted the beer to his lips. "Personally, I think you and Frankie are better together. Mikey's not really your type anyway."

I was a little more than surprised at his words. "I'm don't want to date either of them," I sputtered, "Why would you think that?"

Gerard grinned, mistaking my denial for lying. "You sure offered to get Frank a snack quickly."

I rolled my eyes. "That's called being nice, Gerard," I stated, meeting his gaze, "It's something people do for their friends."

He nodded, pretending to digest what I was saying. "Yeah? I didn't know that."

"Maybe that's why you have to hang out with your little brother?" I offered, smirking as he smacked his hand against his heart.

"Ouch," he chuckled, grinning nonetheless. "You heard what Donna said earlier, no picking on me. You hardly know me."

"I think she meant that the other way around," I corrected, popping open the can on the table behind me. I took a sip so that I could break the eye-contact between us.

Gerard grabbed the drinks and motioned for me to get the chips. I lifted the bags off of the counter and waited for him to lead the way back to the living room. When my feet met the carpet, Donna's voice met my ears.

"What are you two doing with those?" she questioned, an eyebrow raised as walked towards us. Mikey and Frank whipped around to look at us over the back of the couch.

"They're just chips, Ma," Gerard replied, holding up the cans, "And soda."

Donna's eyes narrowed as she looked at what Gerard held in his other hand. "That's not a soda," she commented, reaching forward to pull it from him. She looked outraged when she read the label on the can, even though she could already tell what it was. "No, Gerard," she stated, pulling it from his fingers completely, "No alcohol."

Gerard rolled his eyes. "Ma, I'm twenty years old. Almost twenty-one, I don't think you get to dictate what I drink anymore."

"You live in my basement, Gerard," she replied, cupping her son's cheek, "When you're one year older and have your own place, you can drink whatever you want." She gave him one harsh look before she walked away. It was the sort of look that I knew I wasn't meant to see, so I looked away and headed back over to Mikey and Frank.

The boys yanked the chips out of my hands and rushed out a quick thank you. Mikey smiled sweetly and nodded in thanks, also, before he patted the spot next to him.

I shook my head and offered a smile in return as I dropped back into my spot behind Frank. After a moment Gerard's form dropped onto the cushion next to me and he pulled his knees up to his chest, offering me a smile before he took a sip of his recovered beer.

Gerard bumped his shoulder with mine. He smiled when I looked back at him. "Having fun yet?" he questioned, whispering softly as Mikey and Frank shoved each other again, arguing about something that happened on the screen.

I nodded. "Yeah, it's been a long time since I've had a simple movie night." I turned my attention back to the screen.

"How come?" he asked, glancing between the TV and I. "No friends?"

"Not here," I stated, looking at the TV. From my peripheral vision I watched him nod and take another sip out of his can.

Just when I was finally paying more attention to the movie, he spoke again. "What were your friends like at home?"

I reluctantly pulled my eyes away from the screen and saw his waiting expression. I frowned. "What'd you ask?"

"Your friends," he repeated, "What were they like before you moved here? They weren't the sit down and watch movies kind of people?"

I shook my head and glanced at the beer in his hand. "They were more get drunk and pass out kind of people," I explained softly, meeting his eye.

"That's why you've been eyeing it," he said with a smile on his face, "I thought you wanted one but you don't, do you?"

"I don't drink anymore," I admitted, "This is much more fun."

Gerard laughed at my words and nodded, although it was obvious that he didn't agree. "Not it's not," he chuckled, "Hanging out with these guys is fun, but my friends are definitely more exciting."

I smirked and licked my bottom lip. "So you do have friends of your own," I commented, grinning as he rolled his eyes at my jab.

"Ouch," he whispered, pressing his palm against his heart, "That hurt, Sugar. Really killed me."

I rolled my eyes at the pet name before turning my full attention back to the TV screen. Frank and Mikey were bickering again, but strangely enough, the sound was calming and made me feel more welcome. It was the normal sound of a weeknight in most family households and I hadn't argued with my siblings since our younger years, the better years.

Gerard shifted his position on the couch and ended up leaning closer to me with his arms wrapped around his knees, the condensation of the beer soaked up by the fabric of his black jeans and his jean-jacket sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
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