Here's a sequel for you! It got ridiculously long! Whoo \o/! ~ Gerard pads into the living room the next morning and flops down onto the couch next to his brother. He's still smiling stupidly from last night, and he knows it, but he can't help it.
"Mikey. You get laid, like, all the time, right?"
Mikey raises an eyebrow like yeah, pretty much, so?, and Gerard takes a deep breath and continues.
"So, how long should I wait before I call him? I mean, because, I don't want to look too eager -"
"Even though you are," Mikey interrupts, but Gerard doesn't seem to hear him.
"But then, I don't want to wait so long that he starts to think I'm not interested in seeing him again. So what I want to know is, when do I call? Because he totally gave me his number, and he said he'd be mad if I didn't use it, and I really want to use it anyway, because he was awesome, and -"
Mikey reaches out and claps a hand over Gerard's mouth.
"Dude. Shut the fuck up. Call him tomorrow. At, like, three in the afternoon, that way if he's a lazy bum who sleeps until noon, he'll be awake, but if he's a prostitute or something else unsavory, he won't be at work yet."
Mikey removes his hand from Gerard's mouth, and Gerard gapes. He maybe even puts a hand over his own heart for extra dramatic effect.
"Mikey! Why would you even say things like that? Of course Frank isn't a bum or a hooker! He's a perfectly nice guy, and he's also very hot, and he wants to see me again, okay, so shut up and don't say any more mean things about him."
Mikey snorts. "His name is Frank? You should have told me that earlier, man. Who even names a kid Frank these days? He sounds like he should be 40 and living in a cardboard box. What the fuck, Frank."
Gerard's face scrunches up. He can't even believe that Mikey is sitting here dissing the coolest, most awesome, amazing, gorgeous guy Gerard has ever met, let alone gotten off with.
"I think Frank is an awesome name, so shut your face," he says, before stomping back to his bedroom to stare at his ceiling and brood. ~ Later that night, just before Mikey heads out to whatever party he's going to this time, he stops by Gerard's room to find him working angrily on one of his many in-progress comic books.
"Gee," he calls from the doorway, and Gerard turns slowly to regard him with his own version of an unimpressed glare. Apparently it doesn't achieve the desired effect, because Mikey just rolls his eyes. "I'm sorry I said all that stuff, okay? I'm sure this Frank is a good guy who will make you happy, blah blah blah. Just, don't get hurt, okay? Because if anything happens, I will have Gabe and Pete track him down, and the three of us... will get Bob and Worm to beat the shit out of him for us."
Gerard smiles, and Mikey returns it before he leaves.
No More Love on the Run (1/4)
~
Gerard pads into the living room the next morning and flops down onto the couch next to his brother. He's still smiling stupidly from last night, and he knows it, but he can't help it.
"Mikey. You get laid, like, all the time, right?"
Mikey raises an eyebrow like yeah, pretty much, so?, and Gerard takes a deep breath and continues.
"So, how long should I wait before I call him? I mean, because, I don't want to look too eager -"
"Even though you are," Mikey interrupts, but Gerard doesn't seem to hear him.
"But then, I don't want to wait so long that he starts to think I'm not interested in seeing him again. So what I want to know is, when do I call? Because he totally gave me his number, and he said he'd be mad if I didn't use it, and I really want to use it anyway, because he was awesome, and -"
Mikey reaches out and claps a hand over Gerard's mouth.
"Dude. Shut the fuck up. Call him tomorrow. At, like, three in the afternoon, that way if he's a lazy bum who sleeps until noon, he'll be awake, but if he's a prostitute or something else unsavory, he won't be at work yet."
Mikey removes his hand from Gerard's mouth, and Gerard gapes. He maybe even puts a hand over his own heart for extra dramatic effect.
"Mikey! Why would you even say things like that? Of course Frank isn't a bum or a hooker! He's a perfectly nice guy, and he's also very hot, and he wants to see me again, okay, so shut up and don't say any more mean things about him."
Mikey snorts. "His name is Frank? You should have told me that earlier, man. Who even names a kid Frank these days? He sounds like he should be 40 and living in a cardboard box. What the fuck, Frank."
Gerard's face scrunches up. He can't even believe that Mikey is sitting here dissing the coolest, most awesome, amazing, gorgeous guy Gerard has ever met, let alone gotten off with.
"I think Frank is an awesome name, so shut your face," he says, before stomping back to his bedroom to stare at his ceiling and brood.
~
Later that night, just before Mikey heads out to whatever party he's going to this time, he stops by Gerard's room to find him working angrily on one of his many in-progress comic books.
"Gee," he calls from the doorway, and Gerard turns slowly to regard him with his own version of an unimpressed glare. Apparently it doesn't achieve the desired effect, because Mikey just rolls his eyes. "I'm sorry I said all that stuff, okay? I'm sure this Frank is a good guy who will make you happy, blah blah blah. Just, don't get hurt, okay? Because if anything happens, I will have Gabe and Pete track him down, and the three of us... will get Bob and Worm to beat the shit out of him for us."
Gerard smiles, and Mikey returns it before he leaves.