Brotherly Love

"And if your heart stops beating
I'll be here wondering
Did you get what you deserve?
The ending of your life
And if you get to heaven
I'll be here waiting, babe
Did you get what you deserve?
The end, and if your life won't wait
Then your heart can't take this

Have you heard the news that you're dead?
No one ever had much nice to say
I think they never liked you anyway
Oh take me from the hospital bed
Wouldn't it be grand? It ain't exactly what you planned.
And wouldn't it be great If we were dead?
Ohh dead.

Tongue-tied and oh so squeamish
You never fell in love
Did you get what you deserve?
The ending of your life
And if you* get to heaven
I'll be here waiting, babe
Did you get what you deserve?
The end, and if your life won't wait
Then your heart can't take this

Have you heard the news that you're dead?
No one ever had much nice to say
I think they never liked you anyway
Oh take me from the hospital bed
Wouldn't it be grand to take a pistol by the hand?
And wouldn't it be great if we were dead?

And in my honest observation
During this operation
Found a complication in your heart
So long, 'Cause now you've got (now you've got)
Maybe just two weeks to live
Is that the most the both of you can give?

One, two, one two three four!

LA LA LA LA LA!
LA LA LA LA LA LA!
LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!
Well come on,
LA LA LA LA LA!
LA LA LA LA LA LA!
LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!
Oh motherfucker,

If life ain't just a joke (LA LA LA LA LA!)
Then why are we laughing? (LA LA LA LA LA LA!)
If life ain't just a joke (LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!)
Then why are we laughing?
If life ain't just a joke (LA LA LA LA LA!)
Then why are we laughing? (LA LA LA LA LA LA!)
If life ain't just a joke (LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!)
Then why am I dead?
DEAD!."
There are always advantages to being best friends with a band. One, you get awesome places in the mosh pit, and if you don't feel like being crushed and trampled you can always go backstage, and drink champagne and laugh with all the security guards. I was backstage that night.
The other really good thing is that you can see all the hot guys in the mosh pit from backstage. So, if you feel like sleeping with someone you've got a great pick.
Dead! was their last song, and I watched the guys run off stage. I took a sip of my champagne and leaned against a security guard I was next to.
"Hey babe!"
Mikey picked me up and spun me around.
Once Mikey put me down I jumped on him.
"You guys were awesome!"
I hugged Gerard and then Frankie picked me up.
"Hello darling."
He fell down on a chair with me still in his lap.
"Hey Frankie," I smiled and lay my head on his shoulder.
"What did you think tonight?" Gerard flopped down in a chair across from us.
"Amazing, as always," I laughed.
Mikey poured himself a glass of champagne. "Because we are amazing."
"Of course you are."
I took another sip of champagne. I was going to be so wasted.

I whined as the sun draped over me. My head was bursting and I couldn't remember a thing.
"Good morning sunshine!" Gerard sang.
I scowled at him and then dropped my head back on my pillow.
He sat down on my bed and stroked my head. "Do you need some Advil?"
"Yes please," I whined. "And a big glass of cranberry juice."
"Alright princess."
Five minutes later Gerard came back with my juice and Advil.
"Are you feeling okay princess?" Gerard started brushing my bangs away from my face.
"No," I growled. "I got so wasted last night. You should've stopped me."
"I'm not your dad." Gerard held out his hand and showed me two little orange pills. I took them from him and swallowed them dry.
"Drink the cranberry juice, smart one."
He handed me the glass, and I took a big chug.
"Whenever you wanna come outside for breakfast you can." He kissed my forehead. "Feel better babe."
"Thanks Gerry," I whispered.
I watched the light burst into the room and then disappear as Gerard left. I loved him so much.
After an hour or so of vegging out I decided to go out and see the guys. I was tired as hell, but I wanted to get out of my bed.
I walked outside, and sat on Mikey's lap.
"Well hello princess." Mikey began petting my hair. "Are you alright?"
I nodded, but didn't reply. Instead I hid my head on his chest and squeezed my eyes close.
"Do you want something to eat sweety?" Frankie asked.
"Cocoa Puffs," I grumbled.
"Sounds good babe."
Frankie got out a bowl and filled it with my cereal.
When Frankie handed me the bowl, and I looked up.
The rest of the boys were sitting around. Ray was playing with his drum sticks, Gerard was drinking out of a carton of orange juice, and Bobby was eating Honey Bunches of Oats.
"Good morning my darling."
Bobby kissed my forehead and leaned against the counter again.
"My head hurts," I whispered.
"Gosh Bobby, you made it worse," Mikey teased.
I looked around at him and smacked his forehead.
"Be nice," I growled.
Mikey kissed the back of my head and tightened his grasp around me.
"Ow, Mikey..." I whined.
He chuckled, loosening his grasp just a bit to let me breathe.
"Thank you," I whispered.
"How is my baby girl?" He kissed my forehead and began caressing my shoulder. This was nice.
I closed my eyes and sighed.
"Feeling like shit," I moaned.
"My poor angel."
He always teased me like that. I was his little "angel" and his "baby girl"; I was all of the band's little baby girl, but when Mikey said it why did it sound so different?
Why did I want to do something about it?
My head on his chest, the soft breeze of his breath; it made everything seem perfect.
Slowly I closed my eyes and rested my head in the crook of his neck. Sleeping would do me some good.

(Gerard's POV)
I glared at my brother as he held a sleeping Brie in his arms. Why didn't she want me to do that?
Frankie came over, patted me on the back, and then turned to put his paper bowl in the trash.
"Don't even go there," he mouthed. I turned my glare from Mikey to him.
"When can we get off this God dammed bus," I whined. "There's nothing to do on here."
"We could make a pit stop at The Golden Arches, but that means we might get mobbed by really preppy girls in skinny jeans," Bobby laughed.
"Ew." Ray shuddered. "I don't like preppy girls."
"Let's see really good food and really creepy girls against no really good food and no really creepy girls." Frankie pretended to weigh out the options. "I take lets not go."
"Aw man," Bobby pouted. "I wanted French fries!"
"Sucks for you, we'll wait for catering when we stop in SoCal," Frankie concluded.
"That's like three hours," Ray reminded him. "And unlike some of you guys, some people actually have to pee, and that bathroom on the bus is nasty."
"Because it's covered with Brie's bras," Frankie teased.
Mikey hadn't said a word. He was still cradling Brie in his arms, making sure his arms were wrapped fully around her. I hated the torture he was putting on me, and he knew that he was putting the torture on me too.
"Well, we're gonna see A7X soon so you can use their tour bus," Bobby growled.
"You both suck." He chucked a drumstick at Bobby, but he ducked from it.
"Aye, no throwing shi.t!" Bobby warned, but then threw a guitar pick at Ray.
"Did you just say 'aye'?" Frankie was on his ass laughing. "You did not just say 'aye'!"
"Yeah I did, so go suck your boyfriend's dick."
"AT LEAST I HAVE ONE!" Frankie shot back.
Mikey got up. He didn't say anything, but carried Brie into the back.
If he did anything to her he was dead.
"You guys are such loud fags," I sighed.